Notwithstanding
Cyberpunks’ urban cubes of A-Train blockchains, unmoved mover movin’ a vanquished whorePhD’s hickory dickory Doc, a scat load of mice went up the clock & man, an elephant yelled, ‘4’
As high as a tiny mind will get, you’ll get a couple of tons above high ground, sacrificed a slave
If it was all up to me, there’d be NO pain or suffering’s final end, ash undertaken gravity’s grave.
Then again, that would probably cause Truth to be told to the minions who await the next Life
When there ain’t no next life, at the end there’s no rebirth or new beginning to the original sin
You’ve got the dumluck of the ones who inseminated and failed to miscarry the egg, born amok
Sentenced to learning what you see, this is all you’re ever going to get, fair or unjust is not luck.
It’s the karma you’ve accumulated with your behavior, your thoughts and actions on this Earth
Fiction of the science or the actual reality of extraterrestrial perception is we’re Eve’s afterbirth
Not a lie, check all ancient scriptures written in indecipherable language’s impenetrable wisdom
Only the beginning, nothing’s hidden from anybody, nobody’s there in Space, we’re dead dumb!
OK means alright, alright, alright and that don’t mean maybe, a mathematical certainty as zero
Start there at the beginning and look backwards to see where you’re headed down a long road
Everybody’s ahead or behind you, don’t worry, be happy, ain’t the reason I am the man to beat
In the freezing cold Outerspace there’s no sun, rain or air, no water or people or life to overeat.
Leftover food will kill you before it gets to the stage of acts, dreamer sacks of bulls’ cats
On the corner stoned ones who mourn the dead & buried, burnt formaldehyde like a rat
Fresh as your mother was with your father in an intercourse before your ‘1’ concept arose
Shocking once Ego/Id expires, dead & gone, Hell’s Bells on Carl Jung’s punch in the nose!
The bad news for the paperboy is that there’s no good news, repeat ad infinitum as nauseam
On the round-trip to either paradise or Singularity disaster to the conscious mind of delirium
By the one way to the dead-end street of the Bowery or Cabrini Green, we lived & got drugged
By the good men who allowed the evil men to be born and raised in the ghettos of the bugged.
Fine or not, the ugly Earth-born all have the 208 bones of One evolved ape, a benign animation
No hair for the freezing darkness & no ice for the blistering brightness of the burnin’ black hole
It’s now right here where you are, it’s why you know about it, it was a top secret, it is blown skin
All skin’s colors, all bones from zygote to corpse, nothing’s wild, aces & deuces full house, I’m in.
Fox hunt has begun, it’s red & white-tipped tail is the game bein’ chased, thru Hell’s high water
Matter from atom to planets & black holes all is here, always is forever, presence forever better
Around the ecliptic, in a wobbling spin as if it was meant to be that way since the Big Bang’s hit
Home-run with bases loaded was this, my life’s grand slam, bottom of ninth, slow ride home chit.
{ Invented out of nothingness and being one with that thing itself while listenin’ to the beginning of #AnybodySeenRichie? Link @ https://youtu.be/4Zu1YIukylw }
As high as a tiny mind will get, you’ll get a couple of tons above high ground, sacrificed a slave
If it was all up to me, there’d be NO pain or suffering’s final end, ash undertaken gravity’s grave.
Then again, that would probably cause Truth to be told to the minions who await the next Life
When there ain’t no next life, at the end there’s no rebirth or new beginning to the original sin
You’ve got the dumluck of the ones who inseminated and failed to miscarry the egg, born amok
Sentenced to learning what you see, this is all you’re ever going to get, fair or unjust is not luck.
It’s the karma you’ve accumulated with your behavior, your thoughts and actions on this Earth
Fiction of the science or the actual reality of extraterrestrial perception is we’re Eve’s afterbirth
Not a lie, check all ancient scriptures written in indecipherable language’s impenetrable wisdom
Only the beginning, nothing’s hidden from anybody, nobody’s there in Space, we’re dead dumb!
OK means alright, alright, alright and that don’t mean maybe, a mathematical certainty as zero
Start there at the beginning and look backwards to see where you’re headed down a long road
Everybody’s ahead or behind you, don’t worry, be happy, ain’t the reason I am the man to beat
In the freezing cold Outerspace there’s no sun, rain or air, no water or people or life to overeat.
Leftover food will kill you before it gets to the stage of acts, dreamer sacks of bulls’ cats
On the corner stoned ones who mourn the dead & buried, burnt formaldehyde like a rat
Fresh as your mother was with your father in an intercourse before your ‘1’ concept arose
Shocking once Ego/Id expires, dead & gone, Hell’s Bells on Carl Jung’s punch in the nose!
The bad news for the paperboy is that there’s no good news, repeat ad infinitum as nauseam
On the round-trip to either paradise or Singularity disaster to the conscious mind of delirium
By the one way to the dead-end street of the Bowery or Cabrini Green, we lived & got drugged
By the good men who allowed the evil men to be born and raised in the ghettos of the bugged.
Fine or not, the ugly Earth-born all have the 208 bones of One evolved ape, a benign animation
No hair for the freezing darkness & no ice for the blistering brightness of the burnin’ black hole
It’s now right here where you are, it’s why you know about it, it was a top secret, it is blown skin
All skin’s colors, all bones from zygote to corpse, nothing’s wild, aces & deuces full house, I’m in.
Fox hunt has begun, it’s red & white-tipped tail is the game bein’ chased, thru Hell’s high water
Matter from atom to planets & black holes all is here, always is forever, presence forever better
Around the ecliptic, in a wobbling spin as if it was meant to be that way since the Big Bang’s hit
Home-run with bases loaded was this, my life’s grand slam, bottom of ninth, slow ride home chit.
by
grand-pappy rjjstephan
c. Dimanche, July IXth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST{ Invented out of nothingness and being one with that thing itself while listenin’ to the beginning of #AnybodySeenRichie? Link @ https://youtu.be/4Zu1YIukylw }
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