#SANTANA #BRANCH #CHICAGO #ShockTheMonkey #Apechit

MOBY DICK SPERM WHALE, IT'S ALL OVER

Blood in the water, on the ground down to deeper graves down to gravity's heaping dump
Underground in holy dirt, somewhere outside the hoods where angels fear to go and hump
Meaning jumps back & forth, no interception of conception, an explosion of population ilk
Broke into the notes of the melody that did my dirty work, it's not for me to say, drink milk.

Simple & inferior soul & mind that's been moved by the unmoved movers who preceded me
Don't care what happens after my death, it's comin' but I am tryin' to delay the monkey's key
To the lock in the door and combination of the safe's numbers, the key is to sublimate apes
Evolved from them so that they must be arisen from, the very nature of the vino's red grapes.

Wrath of the minions comin' like after the monster of Dr. Frankenstein, idiots leading morons
A herd ready to follow the leader over the bottomless pit's cliff, let 'em go, let 'em go right on
Rockin' in the free world to function as a catalyst for 'The End' effect, a Singularity putsch hell
Mum's the Word made flesh, out of nothing, no thing, it's what it is, IT ain't Cuervo Especiale.

I've got a secret only God knows, if you're God then you know, if you ain't, you'll never know
Why your origin, the egg & sperm turned to the zygote that grew into the life of the low blow
Do to you what I would not want you to do to me, before you change your mind, it is all done
It's either yours or mine, you want it and I got it, you can't get it out of my cold, dead hands!

Scream until your voice is lost in the Void, nobody hears anything out in the universe's hole
It will not be your will that wills the world to end, it's above and below this planet's forces, so
Get ready for the end of at least your breathing, heart-beating, thriving in terrestrial bliss' sky
Between Earth, the Earth's singular moon, the other eight planets out to Pluto's infrared pie.

My god, no god, accidental collision of matter in the middle of an empty matrix of atomic jizz
Moves or unmoved, energy to last forever and a spin of the star or the dirt you're on matters
Heaven, hell below, we're all gonna go, graves allow the power of gravity to bury us under It
We'll be a Supernova in spirit, you'll never know it, blow me down, it's a trip's monkey purse.

Struggle for survival, it's seriously worse than you think & better than God thinks in jailcells
Making inferior things, forms of life like humans & others, some extinct, some unseen angels
Professional or amateur, as a human from zygote to corpse, a certainty principle rings bells
Logic, reason, induction, deduction, rationality of philosophy ideas, form, matter or all hells.

If all hell broke loose, it would mix with the heavenly scents wafting from the easts & wests
Pardon my blooper, actually I have more than one, more like many bloopers & absurd jests
It works, to be or not to be answering questions with more questions until you turn it vague
Every day & every year in anyone's life is precious, Chicago to Rio Cool, it's your path, a leg.

Spare parts aren't the answer to the problem of mortality, bones get decrepit, you dig man?
Snowflakes in the desert fall and melt before dawn, we're a planet in space, sheet happens
For a good or not, existence thrives during the divine's momentary lapse of pure reason sins
In a little while, THE IN & OUT, no more breath or good times, no memory of baby cries, sons.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, June Xth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Drafted while scoring a series of home runs and striking out on balls in the dirt, while listenin' to the #BourbonBlues 3-4 hours @ https://youtu.be/fPb7doh686c }

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