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IN A TOMB ROOM, SERVING UP BLUEBERRY DOOM

Fabulous & fantastic as it should be, my will be done as intended by my father's climax

Breathed the life from the ether into my mother's Earthly body, it's all a Holloween sex

Knitpicked out of the hypothetical yarn that capitalizes on fear of rotting in a batroom

Which won't happen most likely due to the funk of 40,000 years that sealed our doom.

Giving into the fleeting presence of being One and the same thing that cried like a baby

First gasp of air in the outer shell of your mother's bosom, a kiss & hug for the journey

Out of thin air, climax or not, conception of the egg & DNA funk, shivers down my spine

I felt that a few times and I know when it ever happens again, I pay attention, it's fine.

Not much you can do other than defend yourself from the predators, the steely dans

Whether it's behind your backs or right in front of your eyes, a swift action wins fans

Especially your kin folk, amigos & amigas from any Earthly place in Space, abracadabra

It's all about pleasing public strangers, as if there'd ever be questionable, fakin' karma.

The freaks come out at night, not in the daylight, those are the ways of the holy spirits

They come and go until the treats are gone and the tricks keep gettin' as if it's Time fits

Into the twilight choice, it's good to act in concert with an agenda of lockes dred, farout

All aware of the funk of skeleton's dark coffin of doom, a Vince Price's corpse shouout.

California has a lot of dead and buried with the pots of gold & bars of silver in the mix

Metals so heavy I can't pick up two objects at the same time, need One in a virtual box

The draw of the pistol doesn't mean anything other than you've got passed on #Netflix

Y'all gonna die, JoJo, Mimi, Connie, Karol Paula, Marie, Mary, Winnie & Deb, small pox.

In the doom shadow, you know where the light is & you can never get over there again

No such thing as wisdom to the innocent minds grown in women & men, it's so insane

On their knees or defiant to the highness of the lords and guardians of the dirty rocks

Civilization will crumble as it always does, it's a natural cycle of Earth, a fragment bin.

Where the matter has coalesced into a fat bodied mass of muddy water, wasted gas

In all the revolutions & counter revolutions, there's been no God in charge of a blast

It's a gravitational collapse of rhythm, lead and bass, swingin' to the vibe & the beat

As if there was no tomorrow, acting like this is the last day we're alive, be no defeat.

It's in the cards, aces are high, one-eyed jacks are wild, queens & kings of the clan win

Outsiders can't evolve into the essence of that substance of mankind, 98 degree skin

Wrapping the pipe around my neck or just waiting until the accidents pile up too high

Tower of Babel must fall eventually, nobody gets to get as high as the godhead, to die.

Yet that is all it would take for the ultimate verification of the fact, to die for too soon

Nothing but that, no other reason to build sky scrapers than to get to heaven to show

The core of this magnetic stone won't allow a fool to get to outerspace, above or below 

All this means that This is all There is, no need for blinded faith to fly over a blue moon.

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 r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 31st, 2021 Anno Domini, Dimanche @ 1433 hours PST

{ #KissedHolloweenKisses & drafted this for my wife, Carol's treat, waitin' for her Trick to Treat, jammin' to @IsleyBrothers #ThatLady link @https://youtu.be/nHp4Nk7fS0k }

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