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Tuesday, November 24, 2020

#FreaksApocolypse #WhiteRabbitDoneDied #BrokenArrowhead #AsBelowSoAbove @Everlast #CHURCH #WhiteRabbit #SLICK #EasyRider @AC_DC #DemonFire @DariusRucker

WHEN I WAS DRINKIN' HIGH, JUST A MOMENT AGO

You won't believe it, I won't comprehend it yet you'll know this is on wisdom's tree
What it is, always was and will be, DNA's meaning of a life, a copy of the too many
Monkeys, dinosaurs, worms, snakes, angels' microscopic bacteria & One viral RNA
Code of silence's X-factor from acid & alkali inequality, functions of unknown-Ra.

Kill the messengers before the message is written on the walls, now the 'D' students rule
Inferior personalities attempt to influence the minions, the babies cry now as the fool
Amused by the logic and reason which are used to deduce and impact a wisdom tooth
Nothing remains as the First Cause and the Final Effect, It is both true & the Truth.

In the material microcosm and macrocosm, it's a dream within a dream, miraculous Air
Hunted high and low and indulged in the blind faith that killed the pain, Jack'd & seven
Up and down the stairway to heaven, a descendant of the highway to hell and high Water
Appearance of rocks in the shape & form of the apeman, all goofy animal sex of Heaven.

Sadness is the lack of happiness, nobody on Earth is sad for long, it's murder, it's Hehl
Gods wouldn't stand for it, men get shamed by the herd if they dare to ring the toll bell
Awakening what was sleeping since birth or before the egg met it's only gamete lover Id
Unconscious of the good and plenty, it's the evil and ugly we'll escape, just wait, #FakeIt.

Wide awake as Fritz the Cat, on the LSD my mother gave me through utero, she was high
I believe that the Way I see now was the Way out of the womb, where the light was, now is
Easy to figure it out, riding on your chopper down I-80 west to the sea, two bikes all gone
Now and then recollection allows the repetition of joy, momentary lapsed hits on a bong!

On being the dead ones who won't make it to the table, they don't have masks on skulls
Only the living who believe in the rumors and propaganda spread by talking head fools
You and I and every other swingin' Dick and Jane, performing acts of contrition for Ma
Earth is the revolving around it's origin, but why?  Swirling into the abyss down to Pa.

Way down south jukin' as I've done since '74, I met my match in my own cerebellum
A trip from the chemical concoction's infinity recipe leads to an untenable conundrum
My face, my blinded eyes and deaf ears leave me with your scented taste of wasted dimes
Too much and yet not enough at one and the same Time in Space, two places, good times.

Funk & wagging knolls in the middle of a random speck of cosmic dust I misunderstood
Fortune & will power coincide for the common sense & goal to be fit, to survive the hood
All of the intent to be good, bad and never ugly was all for nothing in the end, in a finale
Among the few & proud, #1 rise to the top of the mix, cream rises, as above, so below me.

Who and why or when and how, all good questions if you're alive and not a stiff of Sinn
Humble pie and stone silence here in the middle of a chess game's occipital and frontal
It goes up and it goes down, gambling the cards and the die, rollin' sevens & elevens, AL
Snake eyes if it's a hole in the bottle of tequila, black jack glasses full up, throw down pal.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, Blovember 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 15:33:33 PM PST
{  Drafted in the center of the #Swirl #SwingOfDelight #SongForMyBrother etal @DevadipCarlosSantana link @ https://youtu.be/zdKYDKiPft4 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

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