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ONE CHASING ODDS, FIVE TWO-TWO, TWO-TWO & A TUTU TOO
Owned haymakers thrown while I was in the barn takin' a roll in the hay, I sinned Played the #FastAsleep pretenders from down in black holes upto babies pinned With the devil dogs and spirit guides who aided in sacred Ways of infantile racks Not much to say after you've figured it all out, saddle up, eat my dust, fullbacks. Who do you think you are? Who I am? I don't think it's a sign of a fool's rhymes In the space of infinite, micrometers from the Essence, gotta go, reincarnation To the place in Space where you began to sleep and dream of The Thing's times Always unconditionally loved because there is no effect after the annhilation. Incarnate means in the meat and sinews, the bones, the joints, the animation Of playin' the fool or the wise arse old woman, daughter of a wise arse old man Both played the songs, beating bucks' skins, plucking animal chords mortal sins Against nobody, against Null but the imaginary punk junk among UFO Mexicans! Hey man, enough of the too much or too microscopic, your #fake sorrow is all It always was & always will be the nature of the baby human, how to be a ball Round or elliptically yours in an orbit you'll never see with your blind mind's eye It's not the third one! No son, it's neither the second nor the first, kill the guy! Huge or invisible tot he naked eyes, always before it's never again, a gambler Puttin' the cash into the paper, the money into the bank's bottom full of hogs What I am & what you are is the stuff stars are made of, hydrogen man cougher Without which there's no water, you get my drift? Identify with the black dogs! This doesn't mean it's rock and roll just because it's got a beat to sway & bob Heads shakin' the bones down below, foot loose and fancy to be free of the mob Nothing cared about more than the One, right there in front of your blind eyes Something doesn't appear to be an accurate representation of Truth, It's Lies! Abundance of chaos once the Black Hole begins it's terminal appearance, UFO What they are is the spirits that can't get out of this atom's sphere alive, nono It's not an option, only angels know this for certain, there's blind faith for US Bacon's Shakespeare got Romeo, Juliette's philosophy waxed Francis' curse. Spilled the beans, prayin' to God in deep outerspace, left over to be all alone Here and now, forever holding our peace's mother and father, orphan i-phone Numbers of infinite combination to connect the good, bad nevertheless ugly Beautiful is what we all want, the apple of our eyes, our feeling ends, FREE! by r j j stephan, i c. 5-22-22 Dimanche @ 911 AMPST { Hide out found where the pretender resided since my conception of this dream, I'm dreaming, not anyone else but morbidity leftover for the creation, SCREAM! Blasted this out while listenin' to #SomebodysBaby & HITS by @Jackson_Browne https://youtu.be/mHC_Y-l1YQU } F I N I S A M E N W.W.A.R.D.?
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