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Sunday, January 31, 2021

#Honeybees, us, them, nobody else but an empty humpty dumpty



BUZZ AROUND THE MEZCAL RINGS,  WORM BEFORE YOU DIE

Shots up & wine drunk, vitamins & minerals leached wasteland's ilk, fake electrons
Neutrons to trigger cherry bombs of protons and makin' the atomic the Void's ions
Mothers of the bombs, the thermonuclear Singularity or Black Hole, wise-ass sun
Burning out without recycling or replenishing, it's not our call, it's mercy of the Ra.

Shaded by the ignorance and innocence that's required to avoid going deep insane
Nobody to talk to about this hypersensitive monkey shine of a human race's lame brain
Fallen angels, evolved a specially created caveman from fear to battle, war to peace
Dithers I have, nobody but I shall indulge in the invisible pleasure of golden fleece.

Soft and sweet, hard and bitter and sour, all of the atoms of Big Bangers & devils
No trouble when you are the thing itself, incarnated for a spin around the mother hills
Glasses of wine and shots of whiskey under the shade tree, a smokin' spell of tea for me
Debunked by the worms at the bottom of the glass bottle, had to drink it all just to see.

Chewed it up into the microbes it had become, hallucinated the dead guy I'm gonna be
Not because I wanted to, just a thought from my funny, out of control mind-full of chat
Unknown what It may be other than One soul of the Thing itself, what it is just to be me
Uncles of my great grandmas got them pregnant by hook or crook, cats & dogs of scat.

It all worked out for a while 'til the discovery of independence from the prominent doubt
Golden need and want of every free woman and man, everybody wants to have some fun
What I mean by that, is a czar or dictator who rules by edict, you better listen or watch out
Skulls hung on cave walls, backwoods dripping fear of Darkness' scared meat, well done!

In complete absence of light's frequencies, from cosmic to infrared wavelengths, I'm dead
I don't want to die, that's what I heard in the Emergency Room, a dying voice of the dread
Hated to admit it but the Truth is what it is and always was, the ego's gonna be what stinks
Like a molecule of water, evaporated your essence of the divine, a supernova ala sphinx.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, January 31st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{  Drafted jammin' deeply to beats of @AshleyMcBryde #TheBackPorch & HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/x5rLrV7Vkeg?list=RDCLAK5uy_lx9grc9fqgdeglZz2jOVvZIxevcHjF4-c }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?



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