#ShootMeStraight #BalloonoTheBalloon #BlowYouDown #BlownJobs

HILLARIOUSLY COMIN’ WHEN I GET ABOVE THE LOW DOWN

Apes to mock the morons and idiots who live outside of the caged elephants

Psychic psychos taught by C-minus students in public and private tutor synch

With the ways and means of the civilized who work the objects & subjects we see

In front of your blinded eyes, ultraviolet and infrared light made phenomena free.

Gods either made this place in Time a leftover of their handywork or it’s accidental

Not without a conclusion for the deductions and inductions, deaf and blind AI hell

Artificial is as it’s always been, created to be equal, just short of identity of a ball

It rolls around inside of your head, aliens are attacking with UFO balloons’ fall.

Trolls gathering in the petri dish at the lab, millions, no billions of the #SoMany

Infinite amount of self-replicating stooges made in the image of cavemen & saints

All in the middle of nowhere with nothing but blind faith to shed light on the dead

All of them already gone to nowhere in sight, out outta sight & mind, out my head.

Perfect zero between minus One & plus One, where it all appeared out of nowhere

Belief and knowledge encompass the wisdom of the essence’s pure hiss of dead air

Funk University was my first degree, the philosophy of yo’ aunts and uncles, point?

No point, it’s pointless to make a point, pointing out the sharp tip’s angle, a joint.

Horrible yet foolish as the cartoons of imaginary animals and their fake nine lives

Shovin’ and shovelin’ the P Street shuffle all over the Monopoly board, sorry kids

It ain’t my fault, you ought to realize that, I’m just a cog in the gear box, chain link

I won’t be alive more than a hunred years more, if still alive, could be worse, think!

Heads die, feet quit running, walking & jumping, handouts dry up, nothing comes

As above like your mother used to do, suckle & assist you with the evolutionary art

Foaming at the mouth, seafoam on the beach, I like the foam, come over red rover

When it’s gone, the air is gone, no bubbles without air, it’s flatlined, man, It’s over!

Disturbance in the peace of mind, need the cover dissolution to blow up balloons

Silly geese all doin’ their goose step until they stop, give it a go to the fixed goons

A Singularity without matter and anti-matter appears to be divine, immortal ball

High or low, use the #Hedge, eyes close, breath stops, rigor mortis One & for All.

Ate wrong food, drank the right wine and spirits, gave Earth all I had right back

Into the mix I didn’t know to the mix I created from recycled tires’s sugar shack

No hurry yet you don’t have forever, that’s very disturbing since I might die tonight

Tomorrow but not yesterday, Time moves ahead, forward young DNA’s mega-byte.

Gone fishin’ until the hub-bub is finished, pretzels and the binge of beer & wine

Everything’s just beautiful, always was & will be, it’s an aberration that’s all mine

Frontal nakedness, rear nudity when you die, clothes on a dead body, all bull scat

You won’t need clothes, brutal hell in paradise’s dead 208 bones, buried a hatchet.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February XIIIth, MMXXIII @ 1111 AMPST

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