CAT’S MANDELA, A CAT X-RATED IT
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 15, 2020
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Future looked pretty bright on the straight & narrow with Felix & Fritz the mantra of the free
On the other hand, it may be a hidden curse which is coming into you through your holy skin
Regardless of the colored, radiating cosmic rays you can never see, RNA & DNA of a busy bee
Entertained by more digital audio/visual than a man deserves, since we’re extinct, exiled kin.
Lookin’ a gift horse in the mouth to check the teeth for cavities or gum disease, x-rays I see
Money makes no difference in the end, neither does property and inheritance, it’s in the sea
Every single civilization which has ever existed on this planet IS buried under this holy dome
Dissolution is my only solution to the problematic calculus and trigonometry of the genome.
I have hidden the meaning in the gist of the words, grammatically and compositionally OK
What I’ve meant to say cannot be said either written or oral, it is the WORD, like a sun’s ray
Mid-freeway there is a median strip and I walk a line like that, traffic both ways, got no fears
Nothing to fear other than Fear itself, therefore it’s a moot point, I’ll shed a drop of my tears.
Before the Big Bang, you know that you and I weren’t anywhere in sight, you’re virus’ alibi
The lock is your white blood cells and their power to destroy invaders with a viral destiny
Monkeys and donkeys cannot comprehend this notion but all humanity can, survive or die
There’s no two ways about it, this is it and that’s that as it’s always been and always will be.
It’s the notion of being alive and aware that you’ve got a set time to live and to die, you’ll see
Nobody gets out alive and I mean not the pope or king or dictator or president or queen bee
Pink lips to kiss the ground you walk on, it’s the ground of Being, we eat and drink it deeply
It it happens to turn into the moonscape of our imaginary, y’all reap what you sow, you see?
I’m certain you don’t get the picture since it’s not the pretense I have set, you’re ignoring me
Anyway, what I had to say was probably not meant for you to hear or read, a concept for free
For the sake of bodies & souls of the angels who care for the sick and dying, priestesses’ PhDs
Frequency of a holy opening of the Vortex, a Twilight Zone sling blade of slung Singularities.
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r j j stephan, i * #MotherEarthIsPregnantForTheThirdTime - Funkadelic
c. April 15th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST
{ Drafted in haste while the silence invaded my consciousness before lunch, while listening & WATCHING #FritzTheCat #FelixTheCat cartoon-o-rama on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_AkgzVe91Kc & https://youtu.be/6mQjrOoWGao & https://youtu.be/NtSgorpqd08 bonus: #Maggotbrain @Funkadelic link @ https://youtu.be/21sP7orRS3c }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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