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TALENT O.L.F. GOD, BROKEN HEARTS, JEALOUSY'S JUSTICE & MERCURY'S WETDREAM
I always thought historical records got taught, things to think about, important substance my son
To be or not to be, to adapt to the One or its variables, moment to moment becoming extinction
It's not your fault or your ancestors but the way it is, not a fantasy of illusory phantoms of hot sin
Belief evolves, minds orbit in search of the Resting One, asleep in the Supernovae attic from hell

Armed and in perpetual denial of death's Thor hammer ready for a down stroke upon my daddio
You shouldn't say the right thing with words of the English language, proof the stars are at war
Life from other solar systems looking for our keys to Montgomery and Salem East & Northwest
Where the potions have been set aside in recipe form, to change the matter at hand, i digress.

No free lunches here in the valley and there's no gold left in them thar hills of El Dorado's plateau
Comin' out of the dream still groggy enough to slip right back into the somnambolistic sky of blue
Fences built and then I leveled them to expand this piece of pie into the whole God danged thang
Wiped the windshield clean and the vision ahead was clear, only one way out but it's gonna sting!

I wondered then I followed the middle path without the magician, eyes wide open for shirt skirt
Divine pension in a coffin awaits all of the many who wanna return to the One, it'll happen later
Don't want this last thing until the very last one that can be put in front of you, to live & die for
Recollection of memories locked into old skin & bones, PhD's caskets plugged down in mud's dirt.

Before we die, get way low down, six feet under or higher than Mt. Rushmore and Rainier, signs
After a last gulp and gasp, one more song sung, goodbyes all around to the ones you leave behind
Knowledge is almost everything except wisdom but who needs wise cracks and the answer backs?
Talent with a microphone & a big mouth, told to stand down & reverse engineer the gods' hacks.

Booms from Bam Bam Flintstone make the solar system a better place to be in outerspace, dead
Living and then dying in the water, the air or on the land, no reason at all other than legends fed
To the infants who believe it all until the young thugs and molls roll their eyes at the innocence
Life moving quicker as days roll on by, getting older every second, I was two of us on the fence.

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, March 9th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 12:00 #HighNoon yup, it is!
{ Basted while listenin' to @RushHawkinsSingers #ThankTheLordRushLimbaughsOn, @RushEIB link @ https://youtu.be/6pM-r_DTSls }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?