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FOR THE SAKE OF 'THE ORIGINAL ROLL' ON UPTO A HOT TIP

Mob ruling the kings and queens, princesses' fathers and mothers by sheer luck, born to run

From your home town to the foreign country, mankind is the food for thought, it's divine fun

Monks, apes, ghosts and this plethora of cause and effects of the Origin, First unmoved, Ma

Father not required for the nurture, only the germ is under control by a climax of the Papa.

Secret fish swimmin' in & out of Time & Space, in & out of the swarm's school of adult swim

Formula to conjure up the magic dust required to change direction from south to a north sea

From the place in Space you find yourself, look away from that to the unknown dark shadow

It follows you whereever you go, it's ahead or behind you depending on the trajectory, OMG.

Bulls & cows had a very good run, made the fight for freedom from being food for thoughts

Conscience and the psyche combined for the whole shebang, comin' down from a madman

Feeling nothing but the fright and disbelief  within the mind, seeing unbelievable fish in a pan

Fried like the brains awash in the LSD & MDA to scramble the Truth, data crash, a dumb man.

Nuclear warheads will cause the Earth to atrophy and return to the consummation of stardirt

Implosion after the explosion causes the empty Void's presence, nothing to see, hear or feel it

Present, past and future all constructs to explain the all too human divine entity of a dirt hell

What happened, recollect the Truth, say MUD out loud, gods' pride-proud, I Am Man & I Fell.

Bums and junkies are all that's left before the final chunk of reality, like scat, hits the fanatic

Contraction & expansion of the empty package, leaves nothing but a silent hiss, good & sick

Wisdom of the world left over on leaflets & in the minds of the progeny who forget about it

Perfection and dissolution of matter merge into the one cell, collapsing Singularity, Oh S#yt!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, June XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST

{ It's a matter of an LSD form in time for the supper, lunch and breakfast to be recycled back in  realm of invisible nothingness, drafted while listenin' to #CoastToCoast @GeorgeNoory to be or not to be link @ https://www.coasttocoastam.com/ }

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