NOTHING DOING, EVERYTHING'S BROKEN by ONE, THE MANY #1stWomanOnTheMoon #1stPeasantOfColorOnTheMoon *

A FLY IN THE OINTMENT, STAB YOUR ARSE & ARMS

Putting the most you've ever given to anyone else right there in front of the present microchips

Then you'll die and leave some legacy behind, whether it's intelligent or counter-intuitive flips

Perfunctory this matter and energy, all that it is, was and will be the whole shebang, more or less

You and I won't know in a hundred years what was right and what was wrong about the analysis.

 

Service is an option as diametrically opposed to alternatives, metaphysical adepts, sons of Nepal

There's a circadian rhythm to the rhyme on which we all base our conjecture proof of Truth, see pal

You've got more or less the finished product of human evolution, it's a dead end, nothin' but a hole

Rockin' chair moves to and fro for Ma even after Pa had a seizure in the nerves and bloody soul.

Comedy trippin' in a tragedy from the orphanage where mama left me, she was a sister, in a holy see

That's all the love hangin' out of her, drippin' onto the huge rosary of beads, mouse clickin' insanity

For the ends justify the means in some specific cases of Momentous Events, tiny gangster skirmishes

Four by four marching to final four Ends where the appetite eats dead plant, animals & dead fishes.

Performing the actions on the stage when you're not afraid to get to the end of the play, a gay finale

No levity in the situation when it's Time, yours or mine, Time is money & the cash is up top's sum

Sudden impact when the shattered bits and pieces coalesced into a pile of heathen blind faith sale

Your idea of a revolution is as foreign as Saturn, Jupiter or Uranus, holding Neptune's plutonium.

Symbolic gesture of ahistorical data compiled into piles of divine smiles, silver dreams of God

As if the idea referred to is the actual thing itself, downloaded consciousness from solid rocks

Just because there was a Will of a Supreme Being, dreaming mind of a Buddah mind deep dive

Son, Father & a Holy Spirit in a bundle for a theological mythology, Earth moon & Mars live!

Perfect DNA modified to become degenerated due to wear and tear of friction and fake gravity

Hydrogen & oxygen with carbon based half-life radioactivity, theoretically, my origin's relativity

Atoms build like sticky blocks or blobs and in their inner code, become the form's secret code

Thinking and smiling about the fact that you're alive, here and now, you'll get by in laugh mode.

Going to where you can never return from, someday over the rainbow, way up high, a cold one

Space without anything living, dead and gone moving things, animals, growing synthetic sunshine

Dead, gone stardirt circling in elliptical orbit about the origin of it's unconscious verve, will supreme

It's the responsibility of nobody & there's nothing wrong with being right, a virus, a bacterium meme.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, April 12th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 10:59 PMPST

{  Jammed listenin' to #TheLifeAcoustic @EVERLAST on youTube link @https://youtu.be/tKBcS4YJxkc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?