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OF COURSE BASEBALL KIDS ARE INSANE, NO LOWER EYE LIDS, STEWIE TEENY WEINEE

Without an invitation to the party, it was a matter of time until it's Space crashed into the One, the only

Trippin' like there's no tomorrow, you can't think defeat unless you're prepared to lose in four or three

Thought's a First Cause of reality, conforming to intent of the thinker, everyone knew the holy scree

Then forgot about it from alpha to the omega, I tell you to think anything, just do it, like a new Nike.

If thought ceases, the end is near, in a coffin box or super gold urn of lead and painted iron, fragments

All we get for wisdom and our own destiny is apparently one and the same, an apparition God sent us

What it is somebody won't tell me & you, how are we to know, guess with magic or luck, it's the scents

Smelling the Truth even if it's a mile downwind and we can't see or hear hide nor hair, the hunt's a fuss.

Hurting from a muscle memory of eating protein & running the machine into the ground funeral pyre

Removing the words from the thoughts of discourse & intercourse of the forces Earth, Wind & Fire

Punks with lilly livers and their progeny who survive on generosity of the Christians in the lion's den

Comin' home & all around the infield's kentucky blue grass, a slide with spikes flyin', I'm comin' in.

Getting around to the same place I started from & this time I know it, I used to forget then I got #woke

Always been right before but now I've got plausible deniability for my recourse being a challenge poke

To take an impossible position believing that contradictions of a grinch's Truthdom is my wander lust

If it's true it could also be false, up and down, top to bottom & all around the planet, we're cosmic dust.

Aces & deuces are wild and I've got a full house of King & Jack boys, queen too busy makin' apple pie

Winning everything on the table as if there was a magic spell put on the shuffled decks, on a cut crew

Finally everybody was all in and the winner was going to take it all home, all bluffs cut to the chase too

Pairs and trips, straights & flushes but no full house threes over twos, I win, it's all over, at a third eye.

Somber sombreros fillin' the crowd's throng of heads, colors, whitey black & full of minds of Man

Daughters of the fathers who either loved or hated them for reasons beyond anyone's control, be a fan

All you can do is go with the current, it's the only way to row your boat until it slams into a hard rock

Then you'll understand what joy was when it's gone like a thief in the night, Tupelo honey on a block.

It's nobody's fault that a child grows up into a miscreant, a ne'er-do-well for the duration, Troll toll

It's all a matter of paying off the karma you, we, he or she has earned in an incarnation of hot soul

Living this here & that there is all it's about, don't know why but I punched out Betty's yang or ying

First date & the last time she'll ever date anyone but me, chewin' my black jack gum, Richard's king.

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c.  BLOVEMBER 2nd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST Mardi

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