REDUCTION OF PROPOSITIONAL LOGIC, PICASSO PEASANTS ASLEEP IN THE #916
In One Word of primate's face vibe, fuel crazy get stuck in a moment, Time's air mixed in grease
Not the same as trippin' the Pacific Coast with mama totin' heat, just 'cause it's all wars & peace
Above and below the thing you think with, there's nothing more than empty Space's killin' kids
Never listen, keep up with the feeling of being so #WOKE that you can't open eleven finger lids.
Busted window panes, lies never really ever broke into smithereens, One with cosmic egg rings
Orphaned by mama who died givin' birth to my papa's germ, worm moved into a song she sings
High notes in low places to echo the sons of the beaches & their fool's philosophical blue school
In prima donna mode, mad chokin' on nowhere to go, hard to be unknown, blow yo mama fool!
Try and try again, A-bombs a fool's errand to do a favor for lunatics & idiots born to sons of B's
It's not their fault of course, still holding them responsible for 7 LSD sins of their father's kisses
From the mountains or the caves, farms, ranches or major metropolitan, suburban wannabees
Performing on the stage, the curtain goes up and down, ad infinitum, it's the way it is, whisper.
Who is all agog with the awareness you lost upon being born into the light, from darkness cum
Al and Tree did the thing, you know the thing and boop there it is, they called it "ME" god's dam
Didn't wanna be a wannabee but here I am, all that I am, what I know, you don't know like I do
Punks, bums and junkies gave up after grade eight of school, watched how to fail at Earth blow.
Patience for the doctors' and nurses' patients who get sick and die just because life ends, it dies
Crawling on the counter a bug dies, walkin' in my shoes I'm gonna die, so I go barefootin' in lies
Pretending that anything at all is eternal other than the infinite space that contains the Cosmos
Can't see Holy Stars in blazing daylight, blind & buried honey, you & I know a raving God blows!
After birth and after death, appearances of the pullover christian athiests disappear in thin air
Below the wasted star-stuff, Earth's rocks & dirt, leftover supernovae Truth shatter of longhair
It grew out of the skin, grew back into clearskin as if there was a way to hide from blown brutes
Simple rebel hellions, murder click, click, boom disaster of the master, kids die with funky roots!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, September XXVth, MMXXI Anno Domino @ 11:11 AMPST
{ Drafted this #MissileLauncher while listenin' tot he mighty @EMINEM #MENIME #BESTof 2021 link @ https://youtu.be/8ZtNPKBN4tc }
FINIS
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