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A SIMPLE MINDED, 3RD EYE OF A HITCHCOCK PSYCHO'S PRE-RECORDED IMAGINARY SAGA
From the recent and distant future, you'll see what is meant by the scenes of the criminal fun
Cosmic or just the planet's ash from being the ends that justifies it, it ain't EZ bein' the drone
A repeating daymare in and out of Time and Space, a social construct of the Twilight endzone
Pencil-necked geeks running into one another from the First Cause of mortality, pop a zen son.

Baskin' in the adulation where there is none, there's nothing for the loser of the game, it's over
No passing go to begin the game again, ad infinitum in a circular jerking soul of a headless lover
Monkeys existed and became extinct through no fault of their own, it was just an accidental riff
It wasn't my fault & I was quite surprised to still be alive, I died & went below the casket's stiff.

Down to the core of Earth & right through to the other side, I stole home, slid headfirst & scored
Won the game in the bottom of the ninth, the last game of the world's series of lions who roared
Angry that the teeth are rotting from stray carrion stuck between the fangs of mortal cats & dogs
Pain and suffering rules the world's causes and effects, pain to avoid and to initiate, sadistic gods.

Don't listen to me because I have nothing important to say out loud or in my mind's gold-lead
Grim fairy tale about the place in time that appears to be the final destination before it's caput
When you'll never awaken for more miraculous searches for the meanings of being alive dead
Philosopher's stone to taste and sniff, an abra cadabra word salad for the minions to a reboot.

Shots put many yards ahead, thrown by power and momentum into the empty gas, a rock fall
A happening without a cause to progress to the extinction's last gasp at red Adamism's apples
From Loring to San Diego, Port Angeles to Tampa, oneness in multiples of a Hawaiian Alaskan
Grateful to be dead dreaming being alive, being all too human or not to be just 1 damn man!

Cruise from birth to death, being a saint or a crook gets you a seat at the last supper round table
Challenger to every thing that wants to eat me, it's how I roll with it, you don't know like I know
Wormhole winding up being right back where the headstart began, chops are evident, miserable
Mixed the A's to the Z's and the zeros through the trillions of them, zygotes and neutrino blow.

Slightly stupid yet high intellectual performance when being tested in a vacuum without cheating
Always aces the exam because the pony was complete and hidden inside the windsor's knot thing
You'll never know like I know what the woman I have in mind means to the only one that matters
All 'bout me, chicken little's chief commander dancin' on a token cloud of divinity's blues, jokers!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Wednesday, May 12th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1830 hours
{  Jammed for the trophy link for @RANGO on #Netflix link @ https://www.netflix.com/watch/70137742?trackId=14183173&tctx=16%2C2%2Ce1bcb76c-040d-4f0e-9334-b1e99e1a2d85-120873091%2C6ac22010-932a-4814-ad3c-af2ada820be2_51594016X28X6548X1620864941993%2C6ac22010-932a-4814-ad3c-af2ada820be2_ROOT%2C }
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