TO BURY HYSTERICAL BONES' IN A FOO FIGHT
Common grounded MUFON radical philosophy mutate FOO diamonds into Cheerios' godsuns
To see the dream as beginning without your intent & ending without permission, son oh sons
Foul balls give you more than three strikes to keep you in not out, never in nor out of GodSin
Intercoursing all main ingredient of this genome, pounding wet dreams into DNA mitosis skin.
All the black & blue skin contains the negative equity to the mortgage on the holy rubber soul
Stretched to a maximum extention, inseminating evolved apes, spiders & snakes, it's the goal
To be is only The Question, The Answer is "atONE", all too human pending doom, God's man
Government identification qualifies for the electric chairs and gas chambers of the hangmen.
Dab-Funk smoked and moonshine drunk to celebrate the Unknown 'x' in an equation's Day
Not Lysergic but maybe just sulferic & straight as an arrow, buckshot to the hypothalmus tip
Where the thoughts inside appear to be on the outside of your head, brain, fools on the ship
All cells movin' from end to end, circling back because that's the only way, One Way, my way.
Then again, you want to keep it up, never stop the cause and effect activity, life immortal too
Until a minor supernova hits the fan, I'm in the game to win it, rules or no rules, ain't no fool
Became hard as stone, a rocky top above and beyond the fray, help not below or above an It
I'm the only one who cares about my own necessary & sufficient condition, turnin' holy shyte.
Shine like the moon, drunken sons of moonshine bandits who rule a natural backwood roost
Where all plants & animals fool the solar system's same old rigmarole, egg of a golden goose
Up to the top of the food chain, wealth & health for the immortal One's pleasure, pump it up
It ain't always true or false, it's both sometimes when you're bad to the bone, talk to shut up!
Trip over your feet or your head, in some bizarre fashion, air blown to sound beats of a bass
Not a fish bass but a beat of strummin' strings & blowin' horns and poundin' skins in my face
Dont nobody wrong since infancy, I'm not guilty of everything I'm innocent of, all too humane
Rights, lefts, jab & uppercut you throw at me, I para & allow their passage into my woke pain.
I got a bottle with the genie inside, stashed away for emergencies & it's time for an unveiling
Rub one out until smoke forms into the scent of a woman, smoked her hot as a special effect
Fire was in and outside of the holy seat of the 208 bones granted to my charge, deadheading
From the Stop to the Finish Line, planetary moment in Time's pass, pass out then pass away!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, March XXVIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Kicked @China #China to the curb and rebooted the Cause & Effect of Cosmos while jammin' to the rambling, disconnected discourse of my radical inner @ID & the LIVE music of @BruceSpringsteen #STAYINGalive LIVE in @Brisbane link @ https://youtu.be/4n1GT-VjjVs?list=PLhDvnUPNDRns_Tl-7fvgVHUt-vtb4QLZh }
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