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ZIPPITY DO-DAH, DINOSAURS, ROCK & ROLL, UNTWEETIN' YO' MAMA *

Evolution of sarcasm has become stagnant in the inability to get the joke, my sons

#RBF* of a modern world is coming in loud & clear, I exclaim no more, can't sing

I don't care about your points, your periods, your question marks & semi colons

Fear itself doesn't bother me because I've seen the black light, in a white flashing.

Punks evolved to the conservative three piece suits, Chicago to L.A. & it's history

Sounds and sights cool the jets until the jig is up, sooner or later, pain's in synch

Before or after the pokes, stabs, aches & rheumatic lovers of the real GO Brandon

It's got some dying to do, this good life you see as your reward for being the one.

As if you want more than you're going to get & have anything to do with it at all

High only in your tiny byte of the universal mindset, as low as a viral RNA ball

Rollin' all of us into the Void, event horizon is comin' up, you are in Time's warp

Between Past & the Future imaginary places, nowhere to be blown, a juice harp.

A bit of fever from extinct bacteria entering the genome, to die for, I am wraith

Nothing but health and wealth ahead before the final gasp for gas, blinded faith

I believe, I believe . . . ad infinitum pictured in your mind, even if in a high head

Low riding under the broom stick, coming in last place when the crowd's dead.

Pending doom coming and going right before your lyin' eyes, you're in disbelief

It matters as much as you let it, you can just forget about your memory, it's over

Take a pill for relief, to navigate the middle path's way between the pain & relief

Know & hope, have faith that the love won't fail YOU, ME or God's cosmic lover.

#WOKE have actually become awakened in their own way, recognizing The Ends

War and the Peace between come 'fore you were born & will come aft' last breath

Mystery is why an accident of colliding matter causes a vain hope of immortality

Solution is, s mortal fear of extinction, babies of social communes, all God sends.

Fear to die so you can survive the anomolies comin' at you like random collisions

Of some who want to take what you got, material and every breath you steal too

Why is a good question.  Who knows?  Nobody.  Good & Evil are Live, mortal Foo

Alive like Ali & Steve, Teri & Mary, Irish-Italian girls of Chicago in #60's memes.

While in a singular search for the miraculous, I asked an old man, he told me It

Night will come over you when music and love won't matter, logic & reason chit

Still being aware of the Truth as you come home to replenish supplies to survive

Inherited nothing but the luck of the tribe's generosity, the chief is One not five.

Mighty mice and infertile humans cause the fittest to survive, a no man's land

Holding tight as the fist will allow, everyone wants to force all mothers to agree

In a hole, down in a tunnel, among the underground snakes & rats under sand

Countdown, 3, 2, 1 . . . mud's a dud, #RBF annhilated, drowned in the Dead Sea.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, September 1st, '22 @911 AMPST

{ Jammed while listenin' to #GhostOfTsushima ( youTube in 4K ULTRA HD) link @ https://youtu.be/TKgo5_3NzgQ

* #RBF  Resting B#tch Face