GHOSTS STRETCH CHAOS’ 40 DAYS & 40 NIGHTS, CAGED GIRAFFES
On being the voice of the variant RNA as an ignorant PhD or random degree of BSci
Honed skill of merging as one to cause a mitochondria breach in the genome sea
Honoring and obeying the laws of the moms and dads we trust gets us the stank
From the Grinch crunch of the happiness l released when I yelled for more dank.
It came with the flowers and buds of seeds’ pods, genetically mutated sinsemilla
On the encore and finale’s epic dump of acting trash upon an innocent audience
Forks and the spooners of chocolate and whipped cream, pokin’ around in the Ga
Around the middle of the point in the center of the matrix’ vortex, pork of papa.
Part of the whole shebang you can dismiss for being black & white leather and lace
Atoms moving in and out of the Time revolution around the sun, in deeper Space do
Justice is indeed, a ham sandwich, as the professori of ancient philosophy showbiz’d
From the core of Cornell to the epicenter of UCBezerkly, you know who’ll lose face.
Got what I never could have had without you, you’re the only One that counts alt del
As if there’s any unconditional statement of the syllogistic and inductive invalid ends
Conclusions fall down to the ground, below the fertility where the sewer swallows guts
Rain’s pouring in vain, all it took was a gasp of wind, drew lots to come here, safe huts.
I received the transmission which was subtle & subliminal while being at one, ego @alpha
Certainty that the omega won’t be aware of itself at the Singularity’s omega foot blisters
Gone before you got ready, therefore, I’m runnin’ so fast I’m at a stand-still blast @omega
Markin’ Go when I can’t see a meter ahead, naught but the sins of fathers of my sisters.
I’ve got my neck stuck up & out as far as it’s allowed to go, a stretch of evolutionary mort-sin
When the idiots and morons took over from the intellectuals and genii who got kicked out Eden
Known or just a mysterious ‘x’ & ‘y’ byte of acid lookin’ to multiply inside of the divided on high
Mirrors broken, glass in shards to create the flower hits in the head, toke, smoke ‘til y’all die.
Cool cubes without the H2O from a peanut gallery that glared at the cathode, warped the lens
Distortion for high society and a holy psyche all into the blinded faith of hippies’ nonprofit hens
Looked and found the beginning before the end, got lucky to be so uncertainly yours on the floor
English, Chinese Kung-Fu from Lao-Tzu or Confucius, either & or, super giraffe sisters of the poor.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Freezember XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST #HNY2023
{Jammed out of the psyche by force this AM while listenin’ to @Jackie_Greene LIVE https://youtu.be/kR32Nllzf6g C U tonight Jackie! #SkyIsCryin’ @JonnyLang LIVE @ https://youtu.be/bBlt14X8V5Q }
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