ON BEING BRIDES' CATS IN AUGUST'S LAST BUD TRIM, CHESS RULES!
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By the ways and means of the mouse and the man, there are burrowed in a holy, rotten core
Worms, bacterial and viral infections carrying the good, the bad and ugly to sons of a whore
Common criminals and very sophisticated data streams from the #Hashtag common ground
Mixed into the diluted pollution from the dead pools of refused waste of the genome sound.
In the calculus and the philosophy of psychosomatic karma, trauma inflicted on the psyche ticks
Punks and elite intelligencia mounting the extinction of the species, trying to copulate for kicks
Mundane and occult wisdom and knowledge will kill you in the end, you get nothing returned
Dissolved into the essence of an idea, my dream has neither blackmail nor black market dread.
Near the ocean, on the path to the ocean's edge, the white sand beach of calm before a storm
Minds are unmoved movers, before and after this fiasco full of holly and holy days of fake doom
Orphaned or raised to adulthood by the most well-adjusted & enculturated, too sweet nothings
At the finish line, it's all about hiding dead skin & bones' human kindness, 'Oh solo mio,' IT sings.
Born to be innocent and untrained orphans without mothers or fathers to govern crown egg yolks
Groom boys' girls to be exactly like their elders that they observe both at home & in fool's schools
On the path, on the left, the right or right up the middle Way, the point of no return creates folks
Dodging the balls, hitting them, rolling them, catching them, kicking them because they're tools.
Monsters and genies who want to both scare the innocent & timid but also want to entertain God
Kids & parents, all of the dead ancestors and the yet to be conceived descendants are good to Go
Features of creatures being created & nearly certain will be destroyed, naturally without purpose
Purpose of the crease in your trousers is unknown but the one in your mind is sacrosanct refuse.
Knowing about Nothing and the rest of the things creation from the atomic matter of mortality
Coming into the destruction of the molecules' electrons, neutrons and protons, annihilation rust
Outside of the disease of the DNA, there's nothing outside this atmosphere, Mr Spaceman dust
Suffering your mother's dropping you to the ground, choking you to death smokin' angelic rust.
Do not beware of the unknown since everything is unknown, nobody can beware of everything
On the other hand, one ought to strive for that ideal, to expose the unknown for minions to sing
Apparently all of the stimuli disappear with the last heartbeat, before or after Christmas holiday
If everything depends on God becoming all too human, then I'll checkmate the sacred, holy play.
Morons just the ilk of the pretenders and leaders and followers who have Nothing, just like a star
It contracts and expands the form, eventually attaining immortality through the Singularity's roar
Stretching you from five or six feet into infinite play dough, what you and I are, or what we're not
Punks on a beach looking for whale regurgitation, essence of musk attracting psycho DNA inkblot.
On 3 December, the walls close in, the ceiling and floor begin retracting into the rubic cube of Pi
3.141414 ad infinitum find no other constant among the variables, divided, multiplied the high
Keeping your attention on the prize at the end of your personal, conscious awareness yet I digress
Sustaining the animation through matter recycling is all there is, rule of cats, lioness' and tigress'.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, Freezember 3rd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 08:33 AMPST
{ Jammed the cats off of the fence this AM inspiration from the #VOID, & listenin' to @Santana #LetMe & HITS LINK @ https://youtu.be/sReUc9lb7Wk }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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