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COMPLAINERS COMPLAIN 'TIL THEY DISCOVER NOBODY'S LISTENIN'
Corona bacteria transport the virus from one place in space to a single One misplaced
In the past which is every single moment that's been present inside of a crippled crick
Of the gulag and the penitentiary the men and women escaped through burial boned
Extra dust and crumbled calcium I thought about in a divine way, all too human sick.

On the nail's head a hammer pounds into the tree's wood, crucify the photosynthetics
Doesn't have to be any form of Man or other shape of organic matter, junky, fat dicks
Detached your mother and father from your psyche, nowhere alpha & omega merge It
Idea of the chromosome's acidic message to replicate the thing without any hobo's pit.

Rushing from the base to the apex of the highest protrusion of the Rocky earth, I pause
Above and below all seems identical to one another, I'm here then won't be, never was
As if there was a divinely created play of scenes to tell the story, one picture over here
Nothing but things and nothing in the mix, a menudo of mud, blood, whiskey & a beer.

Drunken brain's mind wound up in the gutter, there is One way into a vermin's sewers
You've got to be one of them, look like one of them, act like one of them, turn screwers
Roasting under the heat of the star that's burning the gas like there's no tomorrow, eh
Today's confusion, lost the game but I won, fake history by default, God's dead Sunday.

You are underneath the law of the power that embraces the king, queen dictatorships
Mothers and fathers make no difference, good, bad or ugly taxes of your sweat & trips
Up and down the Alps and the Sierras, you are a miracle that never happened, dead air
It's God's fault, you're gonna die like everybody, post mortem, I forget your pretty hair!

Nothing is safe therefore I embrace the Nothing as if it's everything, can't lose a byte it
Empty of things, not even one atom to begin the complex of mitosis, you'll die in a bit
Long story is shorter than you think when you look backward from the last gulp of sea
All pictures you've photographed disappear, you have no soul, you bum, you a junkie?

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, July 30th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST
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