FIDDLE, AXES, 88’s & A DRUMSTICK
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#Reopening is Everything, songs sung out from the grandstand, atop of the ground, star dirty
If you’ve decided that the human wisdom and knowledge of reality’s enough, boop, there it is
But there is an alternative to the nature of perception, to feel what you can’t even taste or see
Why do you think you know when you don’t, you can’t know yet your blind faith requires this.
Truth and Falsehood are one and the same depending on who says it, Timing is everything
Right before the last breath you take, just prior to your final heartbeat of blood to the blind
Wherever that is, wherever it came from, it’s going back to, the Void, the matrix of Nothing
Beating the animal skins tightly stretched between the wood and then steel, seizes the mind.
Girl Scout Cookies can be eaten or puffed up in smoke for a good or evil reason, alpha is OM
In a context of pure critique of Reason and Rationality in general, a tool for survival of Man
You are involved in the constant and in the variable, the equation is set, a perpetual number
X marked the spot, Y tripped the multiplication’s division, never subtracting addition’s fear.
Then you’ve got the gall to impose the analyzed concepts of the Dead Men, grave-site stoned
They knew where they were going before they went and now there they are, undergrounded
Some even spread out on the land and the sea, bone chips of your DNA, ash of rubber souls
Punks finally get their dues back which they deserve because they’re innocent, black holes.
Hungry for the good thing and the rest of the stuff that’s on a dinner table but not the blood
Satiated by the food and water, the solid and liquid but suckin’ in the gas, stuck on the mud
Improve the rage with a sublime smile, same one you got on your face in the casket of blues
I resent you bringing up the death of me and you per the laws of God and Man, I’ll kill yous!
Now, tickle the eighty eights up and down the scale, beatin’ bass, snare, tom-toms & cymbals
Word of the whole story from alpha to omega, a saga of innocent idiots pretending to be pals
None but the priests and nuns, ministers and preachers and monks, I mean none at all know
Reason why atoms split, why the drums beat by my mother’s house, is ‘cause it sucks to blow.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, May 25th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 8:08 Ante Meridian, Pacific Standard Time
{ Drafted listenin’ & watchin’ #TheGreenHornet original series (1st episode #TheSilentGun) with 💪bruce lee kungfu master💪 link @ https://youtu.be/aGlb1eHTeUU }
HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY -
ALL FOR ONE & IT IS DONE!
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