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Happy 18th birthday @SophiaStephan, you're 18?  God is good!  Grampa & Gramma X's & O's

HALLOWEEN FRIGHTNIGHT HOOKUPS, GADGETS & A BELL RUNG COLD

Faith is no more in nothing at all, never blind belief, no faith's leak in the Void, no bull shat

On you & I, this bewitched, Dark Star called "duhSun", full moon meow, midnight's black cat

That's about all that there is to it, all that exists in & out of the thin skin of Davy Jones' bones

Older than conception's incredible deception, the mothers' milk of invention's rock stones.

Pretension is all I have to cover up the appendectomy of the mind's eye, a far out cow rodeo

Given the hindsight of the third eye, I see Nothing clearly as the Star's thing. there's one sun

Of the rivers and streams that run rainwater down from the snowy mountains, a coker blow

Away with the influence of reality impinging on five senses, it's an ESP occult bible of a son.

Salt keeps you alive and kills you in perpetuity, you're not above the bylaws of Street's slang

The One Sun of the vast Void between things themselves, planets, moonrocks' asteroid darts

Many do the trick needed to be done by the jokers and fools who run virtual machine's parts

War & Peace in the picture only as the description of Yin and Yang, it's one's whole shebang.

Physics of being all too human is a discovery that Nothing made the things, it's personal, Fun

It's both fair and required to root the future in the fusion of the matter and energy into One

No other alternative to breathe in and out, you've got to be alive first, out of a womb's room

Wasted in paradise even though you're the most hip cat in the caboodle, bum & junky doom.

Shoot you up with a vaccine before you die, before you began to live, you'll pay a high price

There's no alternative reality you can escape to, it's in the H2O you must imbibe as if it's nice

In the gene pool, there's a clean water pool that will kill you slowly, no regrets of red crosses

Crusaders who move around to the disasters of Nature's mothers, fathers & their hot bosses.

Grounded underneath you & the dirty, rotten scoundrels buried six feet deep in purple soot

It's the Ends you get to for all the right reasons, you've no choice at all, #TikTok free, one toot

Die in a hole, burnt to ash & bone, left afloat in dead men's tea to be, wailing a wasted song

It's all a binge & there's a gigabyte left in the Unmoved Mover's Life Story, I'm already gone.

Blues and rhythm fill the ears of the monsters & being all too human, honey blooms into face

Then into massive Woodstock concerts that overwealm civilization's ability to eliminate race

You will It & the things appear out of tree equity, as if you're the one in charge, getting extinct

Hyperbolic nature aroused what it was my scree meant to be, 8 balls of woke, jacked up stink.

A metaphor is uncomparable to yellow snow that never fell but always was all-wet P-upon It

It was a relief that needed to be done by all watered animals, when it's time to go, end of skit

Lookin' for a gangway that's dark or a lighted alley between the trash can heeps, never a scat

Om is the way to form the tone that pleases nobody alive, mind in a skull or rat in a blue vat.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXXth, MMXXI Anno Domini Samedhi @ 05:00 AM

{ Punks & Junkies got a life, it's just not the one for me, drafted this out of the dead of night while listenin' to #OrdinaryAverageGuy @Joe_Walsh link @ https://youtu.be/HxM6F0gX3n0 }

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