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IN A MANNER OF SPEAKING, MY MOTHER WAS SO HORNY

Fabulous to be alive when you’ve escaped the End multiple times, scats caller

Some get the message, others have no idea there’s even a message out the sky

Cooperate with the dysfunctional, gone far away or coming back from FUBAR

A cluster of photons in subatomic form can’t be seen by the naked human eye.

Secret security package can’t be opened until a fail-safe protocol kicks off doom

It will come and go before anyone knows it, no time to reminders or dig a tomb

Humming on the nerves connecting to the libido, there’s a question with no mark

Beans grown under the dirty ground from a wet seed of DNA, a walk in the park.

No reason or rational thoughts to enhance the unacceptable conclusion of doom

It’s comin’ like it or not, it’s a put-on by powers that will never be, not in this room

Out of nowhere, anywhere you can see, hear, smell, taste of feeling so cold or old

Brief or extending moments on the Timeline of your conception and ashes, Cold.

Getting off or on a yacht ship to sail the sea requires no fear of uncontrolled glee

Yet with the glee overflowing, all reasonable fear dissolves into the Void of To Be

Digitized the film, the video, the super8, now we have my life squeezed into a jar

We’re over here and now, we won’t be and will never be again, gone way too far.

Shaped like a bell that will never ring, no ding or dong for one or twelve bongs

Time in Space above the grounded graves that secure the ends of love songs

Nuts ground into DNA, seeds in berries on bushes, fruits budding on all trees

Woke up out of a safe and sound sleep, unconscious as if I were dead, please!

Knocked out feels the same, no dream to recollect, it’s all a put-on for the holy

Officers of the ethical morality of those who possess no little capacity for folly

Genius is proof that there’s no exception to the rules, five or ten or just the Two

To do unto others as you’d have them do unto you, golden rule of the Goo Goo.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Janvier XXth, MMXXIII @ 1111 AMPST

{ Gashed this slice of life from the Emptiness’ bright stars this AM while jammin’ to #IslandExodus by @GovernmentMule link YouTube @https://t.co/70YBOByioj }

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