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AN AMINO ACID'S MIRACULOUS SEARCH, DNA MIND'S MATTER
Spinnin' in anti-matter, around the Rosy's ring, just like the old days, askew fetal hemotoma
School's abort seeds of fat men and skinny women tryin' like hell to find a stairway to Donna
They told me it wouldn't be easy but they didn't tell me that it would all be over in an itty bit
Nobody lives forever, if you're good or bad, ugly or beautiful, get all footloose to end the skit.

Leaving your legacy or nothing at all matter little to the divine providence buzz saw my soul
Remember this, you won't remember anything a moment after your mortal wound's swoon
Nobody will lament what you forgot to say or do, nobody will think of your tombstone hole
Only you & I know better than anyone else, that this dream is a dream in a dream of a goon.

Baby cried first, thrived second & died third in the final act of the play, a finale of fool's gold
Ruptured in the rapture before the unknown became present for creation to murder the old
By accident or degeneration of the action, old body becomes dead, decrepit in rigor mortis
Nothing left over, no soul or spirit here and now or then and there, safe travels to the bliss.

Kidnapped kids who still have diapers that stunk all the way to school graduation's diploma
 Gods learned nothing from the Big Bang, lucky they couldn't forget about it, makin' a kid
Unborn and unconceived, language without subjects and predicates, woman with no man
Mickey the monkey and mighty mouse found out that masks cover up the nose, teeth & lips.

Using the force of happiness to apprehend the philosophy of life without being asleep in bed
Lost in Space up a creek without a paddle or even an equation to approach the value of zero
Minions filling the Void with noise like the Cosmic Soup boiling gas bubble poppin' the corn
A mirror to see the Truth to see one's self, the skin, the bone, the hidden blood trap of scorn.

Apes mocking one another from infancy to the adolescent trouble maker, the generator's fleet
Getting to the point, it's as moot as it was the First Day that the Earth was in play, God's dread
Not only because it was all that could be done but also it was the First Cause suckin' hind teat
Now lotus, set in peace of love, for the sake of Nothing else but being-staying Alive, not dead!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, April 13th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55:55 PMPST
{Drafted to #Footloose #ComeOnB4WeCrack youTube classic link @ https://youtu.be/0rLhJZTHYo4} FINIS
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