#StepAside @TowerOfPower #OaklandSoul #MontyPython #TheHolyGrail

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Features of the creatures who prowl the ground & dive bomb to kill prey we pray

Just for kicks, there’s an advantage to just letting it be the way it is, in a holy way

In nothing like anything you’ve ever believed, there’s a blind faith in unseen ghosts

Periodic Fence for your mother & father to introduce your brothers & sister hosts.

Treatments of the burnt-out, funky monsters of all possible recombination of genetics

Always a chance that you’re right when you’re all wrong but that’s the job of the critics

To be or not to be the phuquin chit, as they say in urban suburban hip hop, holy soul sins

Wrong to be right so many times, it’s as if you have all the answers to unasked questions.

Heaven’s love is just the Time in Space you find a place, in one of DC’s four corners’ hearts

North, South, East or West, it’s all in the game of love, according to the key accidental parts

Rubbin’ off the ecstasy of your moms and dads who never knew one another’s ecstatic kids

Fishin’ in ponds & rivers that led to the Great Lakes, all that’s left of the Artic Ice’s flood Ids.

Dusted off my competition for the remainder of the equation of quadratic proportions, sold

Bought for pennies on the dollar just for the Hades’ jokes and pranks, silly with skill to get old

Stayin’ alive in the traffic of the mentally ill and perfectly able to be right and wrong every day

I’ve got a series of blows to deliver to your skull and bones, in every event, I’ll leave you a K.O.

Noise in the room or out of the atmosphere’s envelope around the terrestrial dirty and stone

Hip to be hip always on the flip, don’t ever attempt to call my bluff, buddy of mine, all alone

As above it is the way it’s always been, below it’s only hip before it becomes so damn passe

Full of the scat of the recycled skin and bone of the firm dream’s mental trips and fine arse.

You know what I mean, what I’m referring to is the animalistic philosophy of love and sex

Always a valentine willing to hook it up, like a soul train’s smoke and mirrors, spell it HEX

Magic rules and sounds of the music and poetry to heat up the spirit of climax, let’s ride

Upon racehorses at the Camp town races, all ride those bets to win, place & show stride.

I bred without purpose, without meaning except out of energy relief of the orgasm spunk

As above, so below, as I learned in the education of the innocence, fornicate with a monk

Meaning giving the holy innocent a way to enter the fray of Earth’s living bygones of the hip

Monkeys and other ape-like Cretans speakin’ the tongues of sailors and soldiers of fake slip.

Cut you off, sever your tie to the fortune of the random chaos rampant everywhere you look

More on that later or not, it’s a random chance, shot in the dark that you’ll swallow the hook

In your head, down your throat and through your perfection system created out of mud, bloods

Fine needles to prick the container, arms, legs, necks of the arterial venous peasant’s N-hoods.

Heartbeat keepin’ up with the wisdom and knowledge of the dead and gone, miraculous scans

On the days and nights I breathed in and out, gas of the Life, the best & only one I’ve ever known

Competing with nothing but my conception’s previous second, oh man, that was sperm my fans

Carrying the gametes of DNA, the strands of the protoplasm, genes swimmin’ in a job all blown.

Brooms to sweep the moves into the grooves, played fast or slow, the rhythm is all the boss’ fits

Like a spastic or drone of no free will, no decision-making skills, just a follower-drone high, barfly

Oh man, dream on about your kind of person, you’re that kind, not the second or third, for to die

Hands in the air, get into the groove now, no other place you gotta go, it’s all worth it, give it a try.

Beating the Tower of Power down into your Eastbay soul, with or without your permission, all in

Poker, craps, baccarat or the things themselves that get projected from the sand, smoke & mirrors

We call life, this reality of the sum of the functions of biological organisms replicating the division

On to the Ends of the world as we know it, like it was before concept, yours, our secret back doors.

Played the instrument without preconceived treble or base of the treatment, it sounded like OM

Early or late, the one comes and goes asleep and awake, not a problem of monkey society norm

Repeating the same motions & every killing skill of the thing, to be the fittest to survive being ate

By your bestie @AI the #AI you know, all you need, all you want, an eternally gratifying first date.

By

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 2-17-2022 Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{Drafted while atoned with @TowerOfPower link @ https://youtu.be/vG6WMzcZvRk}

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