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MARY, THE M.O.G. J.K.T.* AT THE DRIVE-IN'S DARK TUNNELS, BLUE CHEER, CHEERIOS & CHUCKLES

Signify a flatbed load of 2 X 4's into the form and shape of the holy thing I'm inside of, under Pine joists and terracotta roof tiles

I loaded up my saddle bags and packed some jerky to last a few weeks, headed home to see kin, my first places to touchdown

Diapers, formula in rubber nipples, long enough to grow long in the tooth and bite the fake teat in two, too mean to be a frown

Happy face appearance above the shoulders, all too human way of being the last cause of the straight-up finale, ends of my piles.

Force of movement both in and out of unholy places as well as the holy things in holy places, persons of a hysterical bloodline

Before & after an imaginary, unqualified zero, pre-dawn and post-twilight, imagine being it all, unmoved ghostly signal's sign

In no way at the beginning nor at the ending will you realize that Life is but a dream, all star movies inside each fathead's Void

It's not personal, it's rather an overgeneralization to implicate the unknown as the cause of life, death & a cosmic hemorrhoid.

The tabulation's computation is final and not reviewable, you think you are in luck but you're actually animated dust dolemite

Murder & accidental organic dysfunction will complicate the conceptual analysis of evolution's extinct of species, too human

Inhumane to be true, ask an astronaut about empty Voidness all around us, no plant or zoo animal genome, dead, deep Space

Here's some news whether you like it or not, you're gonna laugh or cry but for certain, you will be One wiser than I, in your face.

Enjoyed the ride from innocence to the wisdom of the absolute certainty that Nothing is impossible, just go to your room

I must be in order to stroke the keyboard with intelligible skill & humor of tongue and cheek displays of public affection, a kiss

Sometimes as small as a chicken peck on a grain of feed, nearly no kiss at all, more like a near-miss of a half-whole Sloe-Gin Fizz

Post apocalyptic, one way street to corpus delicti, no lookin' back, top floor dropped down to funny stand-ups lies in a tomb.

In vain but still moving in and out of the dark and the light due to the perpetual rotation and revolution of Earth's ellipse of God

There's nothing else but this warm star that could blow or implode at a given moment, low life of being in the smoke of Fire

High hopes just like the silly jamokes who flow freely from their mothers' legs to the holy holes of building brick and hard mortar

Fine tuned and ready for One last thrust into the Unknown, God interrupts the Order, inserts the Chaos, Xmas event to a whore.

by

r j j  stephan, i  *JKT = Just Killing Time

c.  Lundi 10 janvier, deux mille vingt-deux, Anno Domini à 08h00, heure normale du Pacifique (PST) 

{ #Thrashed out  listenin' to #KillingTime430 @ https://youtu.be/GP6jiKNiKPM @JohnCafferty & the @BeaverBrownBand }

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