#RIP #JohnnyFever @HowardHessman #HigherHopes #LowBallers #GetInLine #WeGotHighHopes #ApplePieInTheSkyHopes #InsaneInTheMembrane #GotNoBrain

KIDS & GOATS, THIS AIN'T A PARTY, WTH?

We all can't make this scat up out the blue, Eve, One's case, girl was built

Son, there's a sun & nothing else, I mean, innocent being laid, full on guilt

As if it's your fault that One inseminated God's egg yolk, come on a hollar

This ain't no party, it ain't no disco & you ain't gettin' away with murder.

Down into a deep fissure, not a Garden of Eden from the 60's to the 20's

Now, you move over to the side and watch the traffic 'til ya get a free tow

Triple A or just a beautiful specimen of a woke, human genome, too much

Or It could be right out of the shaker, pepper or salt, just like that & such.

Before you knew you were learnin' to stroke the culture for the benefits

On welfare and foodstamps without lifting a finger to work, socialist skits

Pretending to be sharing the booty when all it is that anyone can see is 'x'

Unknown makes you & I nervous, young or old during an excitement hex.

Moved a germ into an egg, that's it man, that's all you & I are, maybe nots

Could be an invisible soul or smokey ghost only the ESP of the few robots

Most radical purview of high society's street culture of God, the absentee

Nerves cool, reactors, Earthquakes, atomic chains react, continents adrift.

Yet, I'm One, Matter's fission & fusion of the sun's origin, a black, holy Dei

Deep Space, I stare directly into the sun, I'm blind now, ain't a good idea

Snap my fingers but I can't get eye's hindsight or insight back, heretofore

All I could do was lay there, sit & run there, be there, but talk, nevermore.

Behind bars, behind walls, behind gates and invisible doors, It is amazing

Little germ came into an egg & That gets locked up for bad programming

It ain't my fault that I'm here and now, I'm not responsible for all zygotes

You're this creator of the Thing Itself, an infinite matrix of #AllSheWrote!"

365 1/4 days to spin around The Black Light slam, 70 of 'em & y'all home

Queens & kings with tongues firmly planted, inner sanctum cheeks, OM

All I know and all I can say is nothing more than anyone else's scree to be

Firepower's here, now, I think I am, therefore I am, #OOMCDH, rock me!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, Janvier XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST

{ Filled the empty Void with this ditty while listenin' to a Loop of @EddieMoney #Shakin' https://youtu.be/-MtQMS5596I }

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