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Monday, August 15, 2022

#SweetJosephine #HappyBirthday Auntie Josie Stopka RIP NOW, born circa 8-15-1930

PHENOMENOLOGICAL EXTINCTION IS IMMANENT
Who is in charge of this acting committee that facilitates broken souls of the blown
Mercy to all who don't deserve it but no mercy when it's time to lay all money down
Can't afford to lose when there's ONE way to win, the impossible is a rock, It's woke
Over the hills and through the deep woods there's the utopian climax of the poke.

Girls grown into the women who take it all whether they like it or not, become nuns
Can't handle the all too human way of the wildmen they were descended from, Huns
Hordes of Hard criminality inherited from simple punks, still born to virgins' kerfuffles
Sons of dogs who wage war to live and die for the kings and queens, Harlem shuffles..

Winning the games without competition from inferior divine creations, breakin' stride
With a double-time or about-face of the present movement to and fro, it's a free ride
Nothing lasts forever and something strange is going on according to a conscious high
Cause and effect keeps it moving in Space & Time, nobody lives forever, we all do die.

Counting crows & the jumping beans that get refried and pied, it's a burst of the Sun
Grew out of the seed and sprouted to the flowers and fruit of the vines, IT IS THE ONE
Universal thing itself & forms it creates out of Nothing are the cosmic egg, the dozens
Meaning of the phrases & dissertations transform with Time, subjective original sins.

Two dimensional, larger than a dot or a period punctuation, speak my language now
Predication of the objects and their Time/Space modifications, finishing God's blow
Love in the middle of nowhere is like when it's somewhere else, seeds of mama Ho
Mind over matter and the energy from a Big Bang turns out to be a look out below.

SoCal to Maine, man it's far to go but what a wonderful place, 'merica kills the stupid
Dams to hold the water in a pool to be used at will, power to Be is a reward for a fool
Not your fault, it's a beer bong conception and birth for you to enter this matrix, Kid
Lost my marbles, cookin' cosmic stew, I'm starvin', acid DNA & RNA, thanks, I'm cool.

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, August XVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 3:00:01 PMPST
{ Drafted while blasting  this fine Italian Grandma #CreatingStuffedBellPeppers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fcxmhc2W7xY & listenin' to #GreatestHits of @Nickelback link @ https://youtu.be/2gFdXvCV2XI }
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