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SOUL VITAMINS' HOLE-FUNK, ROLLIN' STONED & HOLY

Even Uncle Sammy & Auntie Annie knew the answer but wouldn't give up the Ghost

Extinction in utero,  gods' clouds that needed to be wiped out alive, sought evil at cost

As it is, as you were, it's the same as it's always been, infinite ID of extinguished rituals

Nothing to celebrate with Tennessee whiskey, bad or ugly meaning crossbones'  skulls.

Yankees were doodling on paper before they knew how to make the cheat-cheat cribs

To get the A's & B's to enter the Ivy League of sports & intellectual prowess' baby bibs

Tripping along the sky of the blackness, appearing blue due to the blockage of the flow

Photons, protons, neutrons & the electrons of the beautiful forms of humanity's show.

Both above and below the causes and effects on the Human Race's best is yet to come

Gone away from the beginning of the race for all of the marbles, black mollies all gone

Swam away from the school and entered the twilight zone, too small to shuck & jive

Out of the gene pool's DNA, it takes two to divide the host, germs ain't dead, it's alive!

Vitamins and minerals from the center of this terrestrial anomoly, 3rd stone of a Star

Always comin' back for encores, even if you're too smoked to feel the tokes anymore

Since the #ByeAndBye is always there in theory, as it might be, we talkin' Ahab's Arabs

Best shot at Life's meaning, the gist of games people play in places with things' verbs.

Sang songs, preached the rhymed and reasoned words of subjects & predicates of Sin

Meaning that there's no luck, it's all about the errors and guilt and the paybacks' skin

It's in the game with your skull and bones, secret spells, to start over ad infinitum One

Never a Many ever again like it was when y'all forgot about it at the Pain of Birth, son.

Your precious love is what makes the gold shine and shows the way to the alpha Sun

Star burst out of the Milky Way's signals and signification of the Way to Be, Way to Go

From first gasp of gas to the final unkept gas swept out of the wise & foolish holy tomb

Millionaires and paupers all go, kings, queens, hobos and bums, there's a lot of Room.

Set around in that green circle at the kintergarden realm of the public instruction to be

Or not to be, that was the question before you knew about the play on the Word, see?

Shakin' the sphere to get the content to produce more of the same, becoming a toad

Prince sings, plays purple chords oe broke halos' trails, a happy ending on a back road.

Fiddle away your Time on Earth like your kin has done since day One, before you die

Get the scum and slime off of the glass so you can see the subjects and objects to fly

Above and below, it's all the same, you can't see it through the trees, there's a forest

Deep woods & unseen, hidden from Wild, Innocents to be on E Street shuffle's best.

There's no possible way to predict the conclusion of this fight for survival's end game

What is left of the spirit that floats your boat and gets the consciousness to give it up

The ghost came into the skin and bones easily, without effort, conceived in the Void

Reentry back into a grave matrix, the Beautiful, my gods, fly away, bloody hemmoroid.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, June XXVIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Stared at aquarium Black Mollies AQUARIUM swimmin' to the @Chris_Stepleton #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/d2x254mCOvs }

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