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Saturday, May 29, 2021

#EntitledSonsOfBeachGods #Cottonmouths & #BLANKSpades @Clapton & @Cale #AzureBlues #MissingPersonWhereAreYOU?

HITCH A RIDE, GET WOKE FAR DOWNUNDER GOD'S QUIET RIOTS
You and I are lucky to be alive and due to that fortune, we get to get put down and die
Either involuntary disease or accident of causes and effects, bottom line's question, why?
There's no way that this Earth's life is the only life in the solar system's galaxy, can't be
If you were blind, not even hindsight to see anything to do with light or forms, you'd see.

Imagine for a moment, you were shot into outerspace by NASA or the minions of atheists
Eventually, in a short period of time, anyone would realize that Time means sunshine rays
Neither a ticking of a clock or a digital compilation of repetitive Arabic scratches are the One
One is within and resides way out of the atmosphere beyond the star clusters of atom-fun.

Desire and need have nothing to do with the momentum of the gravitational collapse, so
Expand as long as you can ride that wave, surf it in the curl, the head or tail, just hang ten
Conditions are at their highest quality for the fit to survive the natural selection, I'm a man
You may or may not be but if you can read the WORD, know this, I'm asleep in a dream can.

Do not awaken the giant inside of the bones, hiding from the light of today to keep the peace
Safety for the evil genii that roam the planet for plunder, then reproduce the retrograde fleece
Yesterday and tomorrow, you'll know because you've always known, it is what it is, wizard's Id
Neither the good nor the bad guy, a little bit ugly but not abhorrent, don Juan lover off the grid.

Impudent and unapologetic I am, it's not my parents' faults, they're benevolent innocence mine
Hidden deeper than anyone outside of me can find, there is no light down that holy gold signoff
Amen, so be it, to her & him and y'all on all seven dried rock, on which herds of Animalia whine
About survival, about hunger for consumption of the growing and living things, a mortal jago#f.

It ain't your fault nor your kin's intent to create a life of pain & suffering for your rewarded hog
A reincarnation excuse for settling for abuse and anti-survival behavior of the bon fire, hot dog
Inside the nucleus, inside of the proton where the neutron remains at one, at rest, a code red
There's a dark, dank sanctuary in this holy of holies, heathens & atheists reside in it, we dead?

Gambling that the gold you earned, found or stole from someone will multiply the take by six
So you play cards in Reno and win one G, then return back down to the high balls that curved
Rendezvous with the few as little as possible to mimic the end of days, atoned axe's hot licks
Time in Space created for smokin' buds, fired-up & smokin' humanity's ashes, altarboy served.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Saturday, May 29th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST
{ THERE, but for the grace of the gods go I, me & mine, drafted in a vacuum jammin' to #TheRoadToEscondido by @JJCale & @EricClapton link @ https://youtu.be/lxLEKPgvbYs }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
 
#FORGETaboutIT

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