Got stars' supernova
Beef or pork is the meat that's dead of the stuff that used to fill the empty spaces the betweens
If I had your cherry bombs right here in my back pockets, my pants would really fire up scenes
Peace snatched from the millions of pairs of hands, poor me, pour me & you one more round
Firmly planted upon the bar's tools & the time at three AM is nearly the last ding dong sound.
Except for the drunk cowboy gettin' directly in my narrow way, out the front door, no stagger
Jumped me from behind just 'cause that's how all cowards are, at least the Ones I encounter
Email'd or FedEx'd as funny as it sounds, overnight or right away didn't matter a bit, you dig
Realty from being woke when I wake up in the morning 'til I hit the hay after an evening gig.
Foo-fighting with the winners of the battles in and out of the wars and epic poetry cannonballs
Spun out of control, invisible waves of lyrics, A sharp thru C flat & B diminished note catcalls
Hyperlinked & hypnotized in the beginning when the alpha beta unit skinned a replication sign
Dug deep down into the six feet holes, down where nobody gives a damn, swallow a fine line.
Soaked, wet-stone dry, the wheel still spins counter-clockwise without missing a beat or a tick
Out of the seven continental drifts of fuzz and dreams that may or not be harbingers of CoVid19
For all of us in a Garden of Allah's Eden, feeling of remorse at the steps of Death's finale scene
As if there's any other explanation for a planet 93 million miles from an intergalactic white dwarf.
My babies from active lovers to concepts concealed within DNA code, the yin & yang of safety
Inside jobs for the union and the confederation, rebels & union jacks tweeted away my 'X' tea
Copyright my own blather so that nobody profits from cyber hacking on my invisible boondocks
Got the tweeting bird right here, muted into an eagle, so deeply into my creepy, tweeted rocks.
There is nothing left over from the beer putsch's plan, peerless and without a need for any FOB
Except one final follow up on the automatic system to absorb you & your credit to purchase free
An "eX" describing the unknown from either side of the smoke + or -, you know it all, A to Zee
Iron, steel, magma and essence of sweet cream, burnin' hot love to make, come o'er here baby.
Began the original sin and resulting eternal damnation that will never have a happy ending, aha!
Eureka! I found it creeping under my skin when I got sober I saw God with your four eyed flaw
Cat-women & ape-men came together in peace & love after twenty millennia, now is then again
Meaning you're gonna die sooner or later, in due time, it's a perennial mutation so I wish it'd rain.
Sawing an idea in half will get a total of three, the original & the other two ideas produced, on fire
It's all Barbie & Ken dolls that make the whole world spin and wobble like a wiggle, I'm a holy liar
Hurt your hotblood and bones for good, in a coffin, in an urn or lost it all at sea or in Space-Time
Ken & Barbie married, divorced & died in a theater collapse, opening night, lemonade, hot lime.
Midnight specials come every time you need one, it's a rockin' & rollin' thing quite amazing to be
In the center of the climax without any fear of anything in or out of this world, it's all love for free
Hunting for food to stay alive and healthy, it's a competition with others who mean harm to yours
Nobody's safe, weapons & self defense required to survive, praying to God is an errand of fools.
Formatting the calculus in terminology only a genius contemplates while alone in an empty mind
Answer auto-generates a triple deck, sour dough toast, bacon, lettuce, tomato, mayo & cheese
More time to entertain the notion of intention and will going on a material-girl binge from Hades
Last detail you want is the one giving you the exact time & date of our personal ending we find.
In the cave, deep down and far away from Earth's surface, shadows on the walls appear darker
Same kicks in head where wise men fear to go, nothing resides inside the gypsy loudspeaker
Sound is a tactile video that creeps into one ear in order to slither out of the other narrow canal
Taste and smell it all, kicked back to immerse in the depth without a dimension, a son, immortal.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 7-24-2023 AD @ 2:22 PMPST
{ Full throttle jammin' to The @TwilightZoneMovie link https://youtu.be/Sh7IR7nXVP4 }
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