#GravitySuckin' 1952 @MLBWS BrooklynDodgers vs NYYankees

I HAVE A LINE ON YOU, YOU & OF COURSE Y’ALL

The fox who moves through the forest unseen by 20/20 eyesight or x-ray vision through thin skin

Monks and the apes’ leftovers that fell from the treetops, fruit seeds and defecation drunken jinn

Like the magic smoke in a bottle, rubbed to get released into the mixes of foul balls & homeruns

Happiness’ way you find the sixes turning into nines, funky monkeys evolved out of muck & mire.

Pines and evergreens, elms, oaks, spruce and the wood chips ground into saw dust, What I am?

Bones, meat, mental baggage inherited from the good, the bad & ugly who set the table of Spam

Everything’s out in the open, air’s the oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen of terrestrial Cielo, justice ham

Crispy rice and wheat and rye, sleet and hail came down when the sky cried, goddess on the lam.

Upon a funeral pyre, hammered anvil upon an altar of Sacrificial heal & toe #TicToc stepmothers

Fathers, brothers, big sisters of the 7 continents remain to die by One single century’s birth years

Evolved apes devolve after they’ve been conceived & born to bloody legs & dumbasses my dears

Innocence is a guilty plea, corruption of paradise, y’all morons & idiotic citizens, sisters, brothers.

Spiritual silence has a quietude monopoly, the air is dead, nothing vibrates the frequency wave

Laugh and cry, tears from laughing so hard, the water turns to ice cubes, scars whipped me, Dave

Was not here, was not there, Dave’s not here! Mankind born of Womankind, it ain’t my fault et al

It’s your obligated responsibility to pay back Karma, until you’re even-steven, you ain’t holy, Pal!

Trust you as you would trust me, you cannot trust your own judgement, cross reference with gods

Ancient or modern, all of the divinity remains the same, no change in the Absolute Vodka hotrods

Drunken moves, stones on the chess board, ready for the check and the checkmate, it turns resign

Nowhere to go on a board’s 64 squares, 1 inch squares of white, black, red for the B&W crystalline.

Kings born of queens stunning orgasms or anticlimactic forces of the centrifugal wobbling in waste

Buns surrounding the meat and relish to help the swallowing of the bulk mass to metabolize Space

Time move forward, backward or cease to move at all, One memory of One move, got black faced

Whitefaces, brownfaces, yellowfaces, redfaces, hypnotic gnostic knows Truth, Love swallows paste.

Glue on the protons and neutrons onto the electrons for the form and matter to accumulate chaos

Here it is right in front of your faces, comprehend the ignorance to live to die for the food of a Boss

Over the gods’ cliffs that end right there at the end of the deep blue sea, conflagration of the ocean

You will digress, you will become buried when you die, cover-up the stench of the rotting food, son!

by

r j j stephan, i 

c. Jeudi, 2-23-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{Perspective is everything, you’re alive, you’re gonna die, that’s all, now you know, enjoy!  Crafted this gem as I rewired my genome listenin’ to & watching the recording of the 1952 World Series, Game #7:  @Yankees vs @Dodgers  NY vs. Brooklyn link @https://youtu.be/hqZnPQnxO9U}

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