#KeptSimpleForTheSTOOPID #HeyBaby

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A HERD’S holy WORMHOLE, DNA’S WHOLE SHEBANG, Superbowl LVII SOUL

My mask of disguised skull and crossbones in all, 208 functional bytes of bitcoin

For nobody alive and nobody ever to be alive, there’s the history of the gods’ Sin

Come over to the language deficit and recover the unfathomable junk of the monks

Used to write it down on the stones until the trees were sliced into invisible chunks.

What we all have here is the failures of the apes to swing to musical dissonance’s ilk

Rhymed or just jumbled sounds meaning the same as they did before the Word, milk

Without the nurturing liquid, we’re gone, all of us finished and not even a wink & nod

Big or small ideas all add up to the calculations that even an idiot could repeat, oh god!

Idiots are everywhere you look, in and out of your family & our circle of friends & foes

Move ahead, forward or backward without a jump into another dimension of Time woes

Enough’s enough and too much is too much, a smear on the mothers of us all, labor love

Given with a simple understanding of why, a male & female made others below as above.

Endorsed into the hard knocks of life, an introduction to the body & soul’s hard rocks

Other than the dirty & hard, there’s the clean & soft, we got that Roxy music in socks

Magnets of TNT put everything in it’s place, dust in the wind, blown out atoms of Eve

Commonly complex as x, y & z, it’s a revolution of God, light & death, quantum Steve!

I’m waggin’ my proverbial finger in your direction but I’m lookin’ far past you loaded

Freaks of the natural order of things we’ve named the random sound of fire in the hole

I’ve cast my lines and they were as hard as softer rocks, lured in the lunkers’ I trolled

Saddled up for the season of hunting & fishing preparing for the old man winter soul.

Freaking 208 bones is all you’re gonna get for free, some of the whole bodies are lost

In an abortion or a miscarriage of the Justice which we all know is a ham sand witch

Flyin’ inside the dimensions of Time & Space, with or without one high, third evil eye

Periodic millennia demand a beginning of Space & Time, an ending, high e-god sigh.

Calculating the function of the inequality to species which are the food for carnivores

Mothers and fathers consume themselves until the dissolution of fat and bloody skin

Barbequed over hot flames of a manzanita wood fire, ready for the marshmallow twig

Y’all been singin’ in the rain, lost in Space with no Time outs left, bottoms upto yo’ wig.

Freedom’s concept of Liberty isn’t free of charge, you gotta pay the piper & get pied

Inside of the crust or upon the surface of the thing itself, it is atomic mass, gods’ lied

Everything in a nutshell is the crux of the matter, then & only then it’s comin’ to roost

Birds of a feather flock together as gangs in gangways do what they do, all chicks lose.

Dreams filling in the vacuum of light where Nothing resides forever without chaos’ Id

Being that I am, the One & only First Cause of effects, other-world ‘s throne, back seats

Invisible & omnipotent like an alien in a UFO, no proof in any chocolate pudding pod

Barely one in a million yet at One, already gone like a ghostly head, chimera big teats.

Knuckles bloodied in a bare-fist fight, a spirit lifetime, I couldn’t see my opponent’s face

Yet evidence of pain and suffering from the lethal blows was apparent, leather got laced

Dichotomy or at least a fortunate dilemma prevented my jive ass’ death march to #Hell

Admittance of one & only one stiff, no friends or family allowed, gonna ring s-hell’s bell.

Here’s what I know in a nutshell, it’s empty like a black hole in outer space, at one Void

Now only you know what I know, nobody will believe you if you tell them the Truth too

Enjoy the ride, it wasn’t for me to say what I said but there, I said it again, word up, out

On being here for the constant speed of light, burning star, sunny daze of night, I shout!

BY

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier XXIXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini #Call911