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SUM FIX OF HAPPY DIVIDENDS, BOILING 151 RUM AT ABSOLUTE ZERO

If you don't laugh my friend, you'll begin to cry and never stop until your flight is ungrounded

Nothing you can do about it, if it doesn't fly safely then you're in danger if you fly, maybe dead

That won't put you in the driver's seat any longer, the dream will end & you'll morph, my son

Man or woman, boy or girl, one and all will come and go, up in smoke, crushed into oblivion.

Evolved apes or specially created, hardened mud, blood & stone, molten lava caused the place

Thinking therefore all of us are, here and now for a spell, either in or out the trix mix, in the light

Or for bad but the beautiful itself will turn ugly after Time and Space transform God's two faces

Stars out of orbital, galactic roundabouts, control underneath a dark angel's DEFCON prize fight.

Who cares if you have a family or if you're an orphan other than you?  Nobody.  It's all God's good

Bad and ugly only come into the picture when the light is visable, not infrared or ultraviolet mood

In the middle, center of the holy of holies, where the occult is the only place in Time leftover now

Unknown, spellbound by the words that were made into bloody flesh & bone color, bombs blow.

Ridiculousity and the all too human genome, accidentally evolved without mal intent, it's alright

Even before your heart had it's first pumpin' beat, the infinite spirit allowed the way for the fight

In or out of Being, sometimes it's a sneak attack but the End's always the same, schit is all mine

No way to lose when you've made the rules & break a golden rule, all too mortal, golden cosine.

In flight for the inside and the outside jobs, velocity is measured in warp speed to the star dust

Pain is a feeling you sense and then you let it go or your brain knocks you out cold, we'll all rust

Then to ashes & the cosmic dust, back where you & I started from, ghost wisp Easter egg yolkin'

All strung out, straight up trouble makin', no time for a blow, like I'm all too human, I'm grinnin'.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER  VIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini Mercredi @ 666 PMPST

{ Drafted in FLIGHT, a random act of atrophy listenin' to LIVE IN MAUI 1970@JimiHendrixExperience #VoodooChild youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qFfnlYbFEiE }

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