#ItsYourAudibleCall #GameStopper #ItsOverWhenItsOver

HOMEY DON'T PLAY THE TETHER-CAT CATHETER SHEET
In the middle of the empty room, you know right where you stand, where you are at in Space
A dream at dusk when white light turns red-orange or daydream at dawn's early lit book face
Flowing and having fun being alive before the exit from this cruel, cruel world, a day's seized
If I wasn't supposed to be alive and be caused by the accident of my mom & pop's DNA pieces.

Apes are gorillas, all too human, question the meaning of the dead men's infinite wisdom of pi
All they actually know for certain is 3.14 and that's all there is, evolution from a star's Big Banger
This is the Time in Space my father warned me about with the #FactsOfLife, I'm here & now to fly
Simply complex cell of protoplasmic words whittled down to rock hard wood, erected to the sky.
 
Baseless foundation of complex anima appeared through spontaneous combustion's redhot star
We call it the One, it's the Sun caused liquid, rolling stone turned to skull and bone, a jolly roger
Leaning just because of the angular momentum of the swan boats and lilly pads of frog graffiti
It's a coldest pond near the bog and swamp of the grounded mine field, hell on this Earth party.

Trouble means nothing while in possession of the invisible philosopher stone, words of my spells
Magical wands in the wrong hands pass to the right hands and #Presto, a truth must be told too
Dirty TV screens and babbling speakers without lips, just a plug in an outlet full of power to be us
You, me & everybody else, getting respect or not, we live & die, losers all gonna go, you feel me?

Often if not always begin your premise to your argument's conclusion with the word, "SO" & then
Cry or laugh about what you'll say to Pete and repeat the mantra ad infinitum, until you see a Zen
Nothing special less than a neutrino, larger than a Super Nova deep in space without eyes to see
Talking without saying anything any intelligence might muster as a sign of the creator in creation.

There is no creator here nor there, it ain't my fault, I'm just a messenger, a scribe of the scribbled
Monkey in & out of a cage, potty trained, educated in the West & East ilk of humanity's struggle
Best friends don't die twice, unless you count in your sleep, cut oxygen off in a wetdream's dread
Meaning nothing, much ado about nothing that has presence, soul, mind ain't there, you're dead!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  March 26th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST
{  Drafted in total Oneness & listenin' to two hours & two minutes of #LowDownDirtyBluesNumberNine #9 link @ https://youtu.be/V-iuU6ne7ws }
FINIS & STAY CALM DOGS
W.W.A.R.D.?