#GoodThingsComeInMyPackages #WhosThatLady #YeahYouKnow #PursueLookDontTouchBaby

GOT BENT, TWISTED MOTHER'S EARTH, EXTINCTION, BUMS & JUNKIES

More than an aardvarkian reason, broken-beautiful, a Void's empty presence's words

Silent & dangerous types are the best, freaks of Greco-Romans survived all good lords

From a first thing when you awaken in the morning every day, be aware, it's nearly over

Blink 182 times more or less every three minutes, swamp challenge, y'all run for cover.

Monkeys it could be or any other mammal that drinks the mothers' living sap, a formula

Not the one in the bottle of minerals and vitamins you need to engender mortality's fun

Can't remember anything but you know your head's got a bump on the side, then go on

As if the thing didn't have an effect on being & nothingness confronting Man's ego bun.

Naked of hair of the dog and other follicular malfunctions of the DNA/RNA form invasion

Presence in the Past was yesterday & today is fleeting, moment by moment, origin's sin

What you are is up to you & your analysis of the concepts presented, fresh out of bytes

Contenders of your mamas & papas for your allegience better #GTF, gotcha in my sites!

In a barrel full of logistical monkeys, I rose from my common ground depth, all 151 rums

Milky Way's fully engaged in the Cause & Effect of the moronic, idiocy of junkys & bums

Rooms in front for living, dining, for entertaining all of your bugs found in a persian rug

As above, so below, a first draft & a final production as an @Oscar & @Atlas both shrug.

In a gallon of polluted sewer water, life exists, it may not be all too human though, alive

Living and dying just as every other thing itself does, advise and consent to the diatribe

Spewing arguments both real and imagined to be concise and rational without metalogic

Don't need to know why I was conceived in an invisible egg, I'm all healthy, CoVid19 sick.

Buying guided missiles with ordinance aboard to crash into the Earth's rocks devoid Id

From a Big Bang to matter & forms you & I allow to appear before our very eyes, my kid

Inherits the supreme Space that surrounds your illusion of presence in some here & now

Yet, you're neither here nor there, never was nor ever will be, I'm no oligarch, let's blow!

Gods don't know anything about life on Earth, some of your & my ancestors conjured All

Nothing known to blind faith in a ghost more real than your own kin's team spirit to ball

There's usually a matter of fact that some things are cool & some aren't at all, face's evil

Bumming around the commercial docks by the bay, I foul ball and you think I'm all in 'til...

Top of the pile since I go crazy on the bottom of all the weight of the world, I gotta be me

All that I am regardless of my intended karmic response to a forgotten play of a sea tree

Weed to smoke, to taste, to metabolize and mesmerize the thing that's left when you go

Spirit, form of the thing it's always been since the Origin, as a matter of fact, eyes dunno.

Bag gangs of the city by making the leaders lead the pack, formulated the taste of waste

All in a petri dish of microbes swimming for their lives, absorbing anothers fate of taste

For the sake of analyzing the vacuous concepts comin' up from A to Z, I lies 'bout Truth

A final analysis of this system is required for the finale to creep upto an episode's smash.

A heptillion megabytes of power to run the show from head to toe, skin into a holy soul

Belief in the blind babies and their parents who know nothing more than hunger & pain

It's alright, alright, alright, there's no reason to think this is ever going to better or worse

It's all in the microphone post cold breath & cold blooded electrons, where's my horse?

Call it the good, bad and ugly but the bottom line is, it's all there is and I've got the drop

On the blind faith believers hopes in the great hereafter, anywhere near the moon's sky

Don't get me wrong, it's not your fault that you're here and now, not even your ma & pa

It's your ticket & you punched it just a moment before conception, it was pure love too.

Now & then, when it comes to being happy, I know how it feels, just don't know the trick

Magic or just dumbarse luck of the being in the right place at the right time, private Dick

Tracy is the only one I'm referring to, detective beat cop, killin' batch It bats if you please

All evidence qualifies as Reason's Cool, I'm the wise guys evolved outta apemen's jive EZ.

People are funny if you've got a divine sense of humor for all impossible harbingers here

Signals of the Void, sent from nowhere which is everywhere else but where i am, hear?

In one ear and out of the other, the light shines brighter than my eyes can bare, still see

All of the forms from atoms to planets, on the center path, the middle road of a blue sea.

Psychoanalyze this if you get a chance, we're all here for no reason & we're all gonna die

The best is yet to come from the day your Ma & Pa conceived you in or out of love's high

Burned and smashed to smithereens from the first burn to the last gasp for amour's tie

Already gone when I got here, Live Evil is all gone, revolutionary orbit of clowns who cry.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, May IVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

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