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COME SEE THEN YOU'LL COME, OR MAYBE NOT

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GOD has damned the comediens for making fun of creation's freedom to be good & evil

It's the way it turns out when you ain't payin' attention to the cream of the jelly & a pill

Conception of the species is politcally correct by whims of the species' genders, x's & o's

Punks laughing & crying about their mommy & daddy not payin' them enough apropos.

Guns' triggers are cocked but the bullet chamber's empty, not even a blank shell to squirt

See through the holy bluster of the kin who raised you, their philosophy is not your T-bone

Dead & gone they are as some day sooner or later, you too will be, as 1, 2, 3 on a cell phone

Pick up games on the field, the court or the rink make humanity the gods of the dirty dirt.

Junk in a trunk for the addictive, junky crew that sling the consciousness of goddess' stars

To the apex of cloudy cielo and the utter eschelon of the pit of Hades, between them we are

Picnic in the Itchygoo Park where the monkeys cut down trees to build private wood caves

With a fenced-in yard, like a mini-ranch for wanna be #Cowboys, I'm happy it's our casas.

Being inside a bun to be eaten with gusto, that's a hot dog and a ham burger, Americanas

Burned in the cold frost & frozen stiff & without any capacity for rational thought posers

Monkeys in a barrel full of liquid, rolling rock leftovers from the supernova blast, oh God

Do you believe in magic? Can you contemplate the nature of metaphysics cringing hotrod.

Now it's time to perceive your ending before it's all over, you need not know why I'm high

Not the government of continental distress whose job it is to thin out an Earthly herd, kiss

Either it's mitotic division or the sexual healing of being born alive, ready to die for the lie

Immortality promises to the herd of champions for the ethics & morality of savage trysts.

Shadowy things themselves, brigades of knights at night on Earthly revolving, dirty balls

Dramatic dreams of goofy games people played, day and night, night and day for The Fall

Bums & junkies who devolve as lives unfold, trained to be stupid, we're ignorant morons?

Games end certainly, all play games begin & must finally end, extinction of one god's sun.

Sun, moon, stars' dirt I stand upon & I'm all there is, & can't take you or it, got the bends

That's why there's no room for daddy and mommy, they are not part of the eccentric scree

What it is can be nothing but the Truth, so help me Cosmic Debris of gratefully dead ends

Adding and subtracting the multiplying division of egotistical sperm repositories, dead sea.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER XIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST

{ Jammed out of the ether whilst jammin' to some @Armstrong_GettyRadio & a byte of @RedHotChiliPeppers #Californication link @ https://youtu.be/YlUKcNNmywk }

FINIS

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