REALITY’S UNREAL PERCEPTION OF NUTS &
FRUITS
Faux people you & I know, none of ‘em my friends or acquaintances, never learn the lesson From kindergarten & head start on through the K to 12 system of the paper boys and girl scouts’ fun
Out of 2nd city ghetto by the lakes & oceans of the seven seas, searched for the miracles of H2O & me
Lost and found it all and then the next moment, before I knew it, I had it all once again, bird & bee.
Mighty apes in jungles, caves & cages pretending not to be offended by the stink of the Gunga Dins
Paupers & kin of the barons & lords of the land of Washington, Lincoln & The All, a mortality of sins
Six other continents full of foreigners who have nothing more nor less than nothing at all, dream life
Inside either a ghetto or a condo, house or mud hut, nothing in the end of You matters to your wife.
Think that you’re more than a moron or an idiot is fine but they’re also humans created via DNA skin
Mother and fathers of the infinite’s fear and trembling inherited by way of an orgasm of an organism
It’s all in the bag of weeds’ buds, existential angst and the middle path of the only way to come down
Light in the darkness helps but it’s a pathos and an ethos of the finite view of the infinitely unknown.
Woke up and then there was nothing left to do since the infinite was #Woke, as above it’s like below
Here and now was like and will be like then and there, before or after this very second’s Below Blow
Seeing light even when darkness is everywhere inside the doors of extrasensory perception, 3rd eye
Paradox is that you need to know what you can’t know for certain, come uncertainty principle of pi.
Evil is LIVE spelled backward, oh so dreadful because they seem to be opposites, but they’re identical
Leaving you with a despair of your spirit which misassumed that Life meant more than nothing at all
Replaced despair with happiness like the future shock of realizing that mortality’s one life is everyone
You’re on Earth whether you know it or not, you’re lost in Space with a Time out, God’s One, It’s done.
Gigabytes of data underneath the subterranean anxiety of the conscious matrix, God as we know it
Mighty spades and whiteys movin’ the fire baptism onto the extreme unction anointing of divine chit
Resist the love and hate only if you’re dead and gone, resistors can’t resist the carpetbaggers of Mars
Extinction’s conjunction, Matter germs & Form funk, atomic fission & fusion concocted reason’s scars.
Lucky & grateful to have benefited from the sixteen years of American enculturation, goin’ to a Gogo
Trust is all we have when we depend on anyone other than our own true self, you never know it all
Responsible for nobody else’s obligations other than my own, I have retired from being obligated too
Never will you ever see me fail because that’s as crazy as the fortuitous coincidence of meeting you.
I’m neither nut nor fruit although I ingest & defecate between imbibing hydrogen, oxygen & tequila
Offers for interstellar Space travel have me turned down, requiring death of skin & gods of Valhalla
If it’s to be or not to be, my choice is To Be & to avoid the Not to Be, survival of the most fit monkey
Epic ending The End, amoral skulls & bones godsmacked into a hidden safe place by a skeleton key.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 4-26-2023 Anno Domini @ 659 AMPST
{ Extracted jammin’ to @Sam_Hunt #BodyLikeABackroad link @ https://youtu.be/pLV7CkmS5cM }
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