#CurtisMayfield #RareEarth #WinningEverythingAllTheTime #AtOne #Oneness @SacramentoKings @GoldenStateWarriors @NBAChampionship2022-2023

WALLBANGER, SMEARIN’ OFF & ON

Banks on either side of the river from the beginning of Niagara’s falls from the mountains

To the big mouth of the flow as it pours without intent, into the deep blue sea of my sons

Fished for the schools of spawned, liquid-breathing, gilled beings hooked or netted beasts

All from a One’s burst of astral effulgence, without any reason or rhyme, pressure release.

Gas, solid, liquid is what the matter is, Matter is Being so don’t ask what’s the matter again

Now you know, it’s nothing at all but all that you think, all you do & at the end, it’s all done

Junk distilled out of the flowers’ planted life force, opium dreams out of the Sun’s holy rays

Mind over Matter, forms & shapes of things themselves, appear & disappear when she says.

Mother’s holy, empty hole invaded by YOU all, you ought to apologize for causing deep pain

Bursting out of darkness’ Nothing, a Void of everything subatomic & gold/lead & sugarcane

Apes lost the long hair & mindfulness of Factoids of life; animal crackers’ all too human thing

OK, OK, OK…alright, alright, alright, #LickinTheWorld, hold it! Knock your as’s out the O-ring.

Will never rise from the dead out of this bag of 208 bones, I deny the blind faith in after-living

Synchronized in a mental conundrum, First cause effects everything, everywhere deep diving

Mission impossible has now been accomplished, you’ll know if you have a need-to-know chit

Playin’ games without rules ain’t cool, advantage is to an awake dreamer, not to a #woke twit.

Four Wallbangers are all I required to begin the loosened-lip malfunction of my mind’s 3rd eye

Not for me to write down, to say or imply that I know anything, to be or not to be a guy, I spy

Ain’t speakin’ for any XX but I’m insinuating for every XY that desperation rules survival results

If we copied God’s DNA from x’s & y’s all given, nothing you do is your fault, we’re God’s faults.

Flowing the water from land to the sea, nothing survives in the end, I’ll “take the 5th” amend it

Your rigging is rigged because that’s the nature of the beast, it keeps the pieces together to fit

Like crossword puzzles’ irreversible mistakes, microscopic or macroscopic errors, #Tik-Tok junk

Probability that anything is impossible isn’t allowed by the gods, everything’s improbable funk.

Stream from the old mill or the cyberspace of electronic redistribution of neutrinos’ plethora

Equation is a mental convention of comparing the One to the Many, it’s all to fire up the flora

In the leaf or in the bud, in the stem, the root connected to the mother’s teat above & below

Don’t shoot the messenger with the Truth’s fact, facts of life, I’m just whistling Dixie, how I roll.

Meeting and greeting the new entry into the celebration of wisdom & knowledge’s destruction

Atomic construction and destruction in essence, all we ever were & are is what we’ll always be

You & me, all the dead & yet to live, everybody breathing gas, here & now, in this love boat sin

Mortal, original or other unnamed violation of plastic pieces of golden lead, y’all are God-free.

Alright, I’ve drunk six of those hammer-wangers, I can’t recall the real name, it’s Vodka for sure

Here and now, that’s this time in Space, the First Cause remains in stealth mode, divine hair-fur

Imbibed the last of the whitest lightening, I salute your artificial intelligence and the real things

Real intelligence not artificial intel has no programmer, it’s a random survival hive of bee stings.

You swell, you die, your soul-spirit either flies or dissolves into an invisible Void of google errors

Hum a tune you never heard or one you’ve heard was Top 40 hit, anyway, it’s nightmare terrors

Commercial or private, think, I think I am, that’s all you can say is think that’s true, Nothing skips

Just the messenger, so don’t stab this beast, loose lips watchin’ the deep-six sinkin’ steamships.

Inside of the herd or outside of the Earth’s stratosphere, either way, mortality means one thing

You & I, everything alive big & small is going to cease, regardless of countersign, opine singing

Spy vs. Spy, any guy versus any gal, newborn to born again, approach 100 years, all in swagger

No, I’m drunk on Wallbangers, yes I’ll have another please, I’m too human, big daddy’s dagger.

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c. Lundi, 4-17-2023 A.D. @ 6:30 AMPST

{ Jammed listenin’ to & watchin’ @SacramentoKings vs. @GoldenStateWarriors GAME 1 highlights link @ https://youtu.be/dXMVjUnip-Q #WarAndPeace (Challenge to Historians) @LeoTolstoy link @ https://youtu.be/lDPSSYUSRb0 }

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