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SILENT KISSES, DREAMS, REPRODUCED PURPLE HUES

Scorn works the crowd, never love your sister or brother like your Self, a demigod ball

Without you, without me, no magic works, nothing even exists without you and us all

We're a series of accidents that provided One ghost for a trivial pursuit of a demon kin

Lonely or being top of the world's happiest human being ever, bunk beds of mortal sin.

Accident or intention from First Cause to the last sweet heart in a dump like this

I know you know that they all know what we all know, it's a joke, it's a prank fizz

Divinity rhymes words with the music's scales that rank flesh & blood, I pocololo?

Seedless, weedless drill sergeants that run dozens for Colonel Klink's, giddyup, go.

Common denominators' numerators, fallen ones stretchin' into an empty, holy void

Nanometers & parsecs from one extreme to another bull-snake's eyes I'm to avoid

Punks, confused young, fatherless children who taught us to give it to 'em good, lord

Dot matrix Black Void, nothing but Space & Time, movies move one unmoved Word!

Men of peace and love, long hair fell out & left them older and bald, head's cut a jib

What I am is what I am & what you are is One and the same, use propositional logic

God's damned fools in the calculus function trying to make it to the end without dyin'

Magic spell of the sounds, voices blowin' hot air out of the hellfire deep in Adam's rib.

Costume and masks to hide the calcium of the starburst, skulls & crossbones, my son

Spanked or disciplined by the iron fist, as above, so below it goes on forever, it is fun

Opposite of the good times are the Time of your life, perception, contemplation above

Below a heavenly being, a white trash happy ending, twisted Earth's Ironic core Love.

Response to the sun blowing it's cool and becoming as hot as a million Mercury atoms

Smoke rising above and below the whole shebang, it's not my problem on Highway 61

I'm on California RRte #49 with or without @BobDylan.com or a gang's foolish moms

Rain came after the windstorm and carried the cells of moms and dads of a Fool's Son.

Predict the ending, not knowing the beginning but here and now, nevertheless, Spaced

Out to the ends, a solar system's galaxy and beyond to the end of the Universal I, Zed

Ruthless, no mercy for the fanatic's desperate prey, between skin living & the holy jive

Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, cousins & friends, buzz in the bee hive!

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 r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XXVth @ 757 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @BobDylan 2022 LIVEOakland, California. 11 June, 2022 @ https://youtu.be/wrrPZU_-jjA & ON TO THE CONCERT TONIGHT IN SACRAMENTO'S MEMORIAL AUDITORIUM, ROADIES ROLLIN'! }

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