KEEP IT UP MONSTER, COVER UP TWICE
Systems provided from evil, live, inner sanctum where werewolves & he-men fear to go forth
It's a dream you get from a first light that blinds you without a shining mirror of my self worth
You and your mama, your pops, sister, brother and replicated DNA, an unholy amoeba's amigo
Necessity & the variables of everything else in the i-universe is defined as follows, a Do Si Do.
Truth is as plain as day on one side of the Earth when it's clearly night on the #FarSide of God
If and and only if you are deciding to put me ahead of the cart, know it, I ain't a winning purse
I'm a distant relative of the monkeys who aped the things they saw in front of their eyes, blood
All there was could be described as hunger for blind faith in staying alive, as in a song's hearse.
Humor identified, keep up the jokes that are funny and even ones that stink, love groans, it blows
For the last time, there's a change to perfection which only comes around once, it's One & dunes
There's no things left to know other than everything, the whole shebang from inherited T-bones
Ancient both common and occult Words, sounds even a deaf and dumb guy in the corner knows.
Listen to me or not, read all about it, the headlines or the bylines, sports page of failures to score
Needing and wanting more than you'll ever get, it's not a matter for worry though, a joke's a door
To laugh at the comedy of the tragedy your mother and father gave you on a silver-plated platter
Giving fish & water, the gleaned growth of the seeds that fell from a heavenly gated mad hatter.
I took it because it was a given, if it was not given, I wouldn't have taken it & only you know me
Like it or not, The Truth is Unknown as is everything else in the universe other than your 208 bones
Wanting to play outside when you're a young tyke on a bike is normal, it'll fade from rollin' stones
Tribal smoke signals on the plateau float up into the blue sky full of cumulus clouds' asterectomy.
Love, attraction, you know, I know, it's a thrust toward the genome's survival, it's every planet's god
Jabbed or jibbed from the awakening to the annihilations of what you think you are, come on hotrod
Over the cliff with lemmings who followed the leader into the pit without the pendulum, I am agape
Still at one, anonymous for eternity, ne'ermore a mover, shaker or genotypical mute, good-god shape.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, June XI, MMXXI @ 9:59 AMPST
{ Drafted listenin' to @ArmstrongAndGetty rant & in the end, finally 'fore it was a moment too
late...#GitOffOfMyCloud @RollingStones link @ https://youtu.be/QYgJZ79FmBo }
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