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I TWINKLE LIKE A DARK STAR

Hid out on the backstreets, just because I couldn’t hide on West Augusta Blvd

I knew I could wing it without a wingman, my jet was in solo mode, rock-hard

To be or not to be was my only motto, no other motivation needed big books

Negative and chilly to points of bein’ frozen solid, like ol’ foothill Willie hooks.

Petting a female human, petting a cat, a dog or a little bit of the block hot chips

From me or any other species of homo sapiens, anthropomorphic as mandingo

Laid off just because I got laid by the best female boss in the land of faux worms

Stood for nothing so there was no violation to confess, all of this scat’s a gasper.

In the center of the very life you never expected to live, youngster high on a bus

One of the many who’ve already expired their half-lives and miracles of a sinner

Wild and not as innocent as all of us zygotes once were, after mitosis, it’s on US

No responsible obligation to all commandments of invisible spirits, i got vetoed.

With or without the power to see past the blockage where it’s all peach creams

You will get to the end of the place in Space and spent Time of villains’ dreams

Forced against the power of all free will on the money where Natas rules angels

Orphanage released the minions without the tickets to the show, ridin’ Hells.

God’s ain’t so good down in the holler in the backwoods, my trailer pit bull hot

Nothin’ comes in or out of the cave in the middle of nowhere, not in 50 states

Area ain’t more than a pinhole in the universe, just forget about it man, it’s shot

Whole wad of DNA spent without gettin’ hope & change, it’s my luck, my Fate!

Roommates come and go from where you are to wherever they get to down it

All the memories remembered before you forget about it all, heaven fouled out

Into a zillion pieces of shattered shards of secrets, words nobody knows about

On the other hand, maybe they do know what they know about, just can’t tell.

Bees & birds ain’t flyin’ to remind my kin what it means to be dead, bitcoin cash

Following followers of the leaders who have nowhere to go, now, never alone

Hope in nothing more than a rock upon the dirt, with scratches on granite stone

Curls in the girls hair to avoid the split ends, the finale is ash, last party is a bash!

Fought my last fight right afore my last breath, broad way path on ol’ Man’s Sea

Secret and magic because you don’t know it’s a dream for us all, you forgot time

Of the poor kids whose fathers & mothers abandoned them to the rich kids’ sin

All about the wise guys and the fools of the highness in the lowlands above kin

Folks told the white lies and still caught the rat pie bubonic plague to kill gods

As above, so below only the rats and roaches can fill the Void against the odds

Marvelous & terrible at one and the same time, hit ‘tween dead twistin’ doubt

Pulled muscles and cramped up with all of the false moves, my lights are out!

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r j j stephan, i

c. SLAMUARY 1st, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ jammed to LIVE 1975-1985 #TheArchiveSeries @BruceSpringsteen link @ https://youtu.be/GIQ_9qfpnSI }

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