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Tuesday, August 11, 2020

#TuesdayTwiceThriceDice #HungryAndUnderfed #OldJazz #TwoAndFive #AllThatJive #SixFeetInTheClay #DirtyLittleSnake

ZYGOTE BALONEY, ME & A TROLL
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, August 11, 2020
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It’s all the atoms in the world in One ion, so tiny it’s nearly invisible to an electronic scope
Like a quark, it’s gone the moment it’s in a space in time, a constant of animation on dope
With or without the essence of the dream being fleshed out into the analysis of Reality’s Id
A thing itself that you are so in tune with you have no idea that you are what it is, you’re It.

Fortune or not, it’s a matter of being in the right place in space at the right moment’s time
No other way to do it, it’s got nearly nothing to do with intention and desire, that is the rub
I’m told it has everything to do with my own personal power to cause effects as I desire ‘em
Think about this or that and boop, there it is like magic behind a full court press of fake love.

In a play, in a movie, on a stage or a natural mother scene, land, air and sea, link wind blows
Every single one of the living things, human or any other species of animal-plant, One & done
Coming into prominence with a doctorate in Meta-logic, nobody alive to disagree with holes
Where every argument goes with propositional predication, conclusions, command illusions.

Gas blown, rocks cracked, crushed and annihilated in the Bang of the Bigs, doin’ the Irish jig
Feelings of the electronics causing the static and getting the ending in order for a Singularity
Spies only because of the way of warriors, wanting to know the defense of a silly, dilly dilly
Before the hammer comes down, a hero comes home to cajoling by draft-dodgers, gods dig?

In the outside of the inner sanctum, there’s no air to breath so you can suffocate or suck it up
You didn’t ask to be conceived into this life but now that you’re here, it’s all on you, your bag
First Cause you are of everything you do, it’s not your coach or mother’s or father’s fault, see?
Your invisible soul has an indelible memory, you are obligated to be human, what I am to be.

by
r j j stephan, I
c. Mardi, August 11th, 2020 A.D @ 1:11 PM PST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to Ray Charles #TheBirthOfSoul #SoulDeepOne on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/f3AFhSsRyyk }
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FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

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