#SmugglersBlues

DWARF GAS, FORM ESSENCE GOLDEN LEAD, 12^THPLANET DOOM

Chip and form the rocks into records of history and evolution from the naked apes who were here before
Garden of Eden & Adam alone without a partner, a loner without a need or desire for a UFO closed door
Fear mongering for the masses is all that can be expected, we know deep down inside, what the score is
Pretender descendants of ancestors we regard as the Wise & the Dead, eternally punished by grand-kids.

Saying words understood by the common good, bad & ugly of every piece of dirt above water in the Void
Earth is what the Void is, no need to explain or define it all as all too human feet stand upon, this android
No possession of any free will to power the Causes & Effects of Time & Space, abstraction to obstruction

Keeping you & all your kinfolk in mind, I’ve this blind faith that I'll believe Nothing, as it’s always been.

Warriors died more than they survived, as battles engaged the living to introduce black jolly roger flags
Of, by & for early ancestral Vikings & organized criminal syndicates invisible as snail & oyster shell tags
In the car where you sleep because you can’t afford the rent for a bedroom, kitchen & bathroom pit-stop

Seventy plus years, nobody but Nimrod knows and that’s the way it is until midterms, rising to #pi 3.14?

What are “my people” other than my kinfolk, sons, wives, daughters, aunts, mothers who knew the boys
Fathers and grandfathers before them, hundreds of dots in a matrix, form of shaped lights in living color
On or off the back of the bus, CTA caught my grandfather’s foot in a closing door, kool-aid drunk, boy-toy
Mob of mobsters has been segregated from the general population, revolution is televised by a fool, boy.

Sarah smiled and I knew from that moment on that nothing would ever be the same, nevermore, as such
Bent Time & Space to fit the narrative, all calculated phrases lead to a desired outcome, stone blind faith
You can take it or leave it at your own peril, nothing personal but you’re a moron to lose your compass to
Powers so invisible yet in some way or another eternally yours to do what you will with it all, doom who?

On the honor of your & my forefathers, I swear that everything I say is true to the best of my knowledge
I will take back the whole shebang if it turns out that I’m in an awkward position, up or down, in or out
Anyway we deduce the inductive arguments for the Truth of the conclusions, inferiority complex on edge
Last effect is blown or impossible, either way, nobody gets it, not even pink houses for you, Knowledge.

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r j j stephan, i

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

c. Mercredi, August 9th 2023 A.D. @ 888 PMPST
{ drafted while listenin’ to @ClarenceAndGinniThomas https://youtu.be/wJuRx1wARUk #PoliticsPowerAHuman }