#RollingStones @EVERLAST & @EVERCLEAR e t c

Call it a day, climate changed, god’s dead too

Enculturation is the climate change of the genome, forever DNA, creation’s horrible essence
Pristine, critical theory about faux facts of life indicate that Nothing is known, nothing at all
If one attempts to prove to anyone other than your superego memory that God ain’t dead
Just agree and know that if that was the case, we all wouldn’t be here & now, so go ahead

Math & logic are the invention of extraterrestrial life on Earth, nobody here is from over there
Our inheritance is the ignorance of Reality’s reason for being in front of our face, it’s nowhere
Been upset and satiated in the same five minutes, so often that it’s nearly impossible to tell
Now back to the reality of the consciousness’ perception of living on Earth means Adam fell.

With Eve because he needed someone to keep misery & during his exile as a disobedient son
Eating apples & getting smarter than the creator of the universe is forbidden, all devils know it
Balance on a fulcrum that has one point for the foundation, it’s a moot point as strong as iron
Songs whether blue soul or rockin’ jazz, not to mention polka to classical compositional chit.

Myopic nihilism or foresight to know beyond one’s conscious awareness is a gift of permutation
Nobody controls the distribution of a gift, it’s a random recombination of DNA god particle code
A sequence only ordered once in the exact linear and geometric progression of infinity in total
Nobody is left after the supernova black hole exhibits its singularity, deep breath, go have a ball.

It ain’t my fault you’ve misunderstood the meaning of life, formations of hamburger Row Skids
I arrived innocent. still an innocent man lookin’ for an ice cream truck ringin’ bell’s call to kids
I’m not your daddy or professor & not your employer, supervisor or boss man backstreet sin
What I am is what I am & I can’t stand any more than that, I’m all I’ll ever be, all that I’ve been.

Never will know the day after I die, what I left behind in material things, shot down all mementos
So, I’m throwing everything I call mine away to a pack of dogs who will scoop up whatever flows
Up or down the incline’s steep hillside ending in a cliff above a bottomless pit of a dark deadpan
Green river flowed, fishin’ here & now, bait casted, fish on! You ain’t comin’ fast, I am the Man.

You know that you gotta go when it’s your time, no other choice but accident, disease-old age
Everybody will either meet again in a great beyond or find Nothing once the heart ceases to be
You don’t know like I know, on the other hand, I don’t know like you know, vacuum turned page
Regardless, irrespective or willy-nilly, I always wanted to say that horrid, Mal-tossed word salad.

Fire, wind, ice, stagnant bogs, frozen lakes, running brooks, streams & rivers mitigating less fear
Around in a circular ellipse that seems to be in infinite revolution about a burning ball of gas star
Know it all or not, without it we’re all dead, with it, we’re gonna die, either way we won’t get far
Past the coughs and bleeding out, the cellular implosion of RNA killin’ acid with alkaline deeper.

Among the women, there are men appearing to be friendly yet they’re like their own mean folks
Viciousness without loyalty to anything but the selfish self who refuses to be selfless, no jokes
Fascinating humor when it’s dark and easy to overlook if it is as subtle as the meaning of Forms
Shapes of everything are made of Matter, mixed by energy explosions, infinitesimal-size worms.

Beside the riverbed where you laid me down on the ground to dry the grass on your backside
Will to the Power of the solar system’s essence, the First Cause is in DNA, bad devil snake lied
Not the devil’s fault that ‘lived’ spelled backward is ‘devil’, it’s a complicated conundrum hook
To make you think that you’re not thinking about anything, alive or dead, as if you’re a crook.

Higher than you want to be, lower than you can ever go, as above & so it is below, true history
If you find out what you believed blindly to be true is false, pretend you didn’t know the scree
Funk from deep within your inherited evolution of gas and rocks, nothing else left but the Void
Optimistic pessimism makes a strange bedfellow of extinction, even the gods can trip out, boy.

Come over here & give me a hug, it’s smoke or #gummies ruling the routines of the office girls
Sugar free and loving the good life without death in the future until suddenly, the world whirls
Lights out just like when the surgeon puts you under anesthetic induced death in evening end
Until the mind awakes inside of the brain and animates the faux dead-meat, a boot call friend.

I’m doing the drill, as a machine would do if programmed to be a vending machine, give it to me
I need it and even though I don’t want to need it, I do, it’s not even a joke, it ain’t funny to be
A boy or a girl to grow into a man or a woman, regardless of the mind’s malfunction of survival
There’s the key to extinction, stop fundamental reproduction, exit, stage right, God’s dead pal!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, Seven-Eleven, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Cracked off a nut this AM as I jammed to #TheTractors link @ https://youtu.be/i0M3LS9n7Ns & @glennFry link @ https://youtu.be/LSXKyHM133c }
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