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Thursday, September 14, 2023

Go, Go, Gone...Way Gone... #NothingComparesToYou

 
 FREE TO BE SLAVES TO THE MASTER CYLINDER, AS ABOVE, SO BELOW
Unprepared to die before you’re ready, that’s appropriate and helpful to your surviving, extensive kin
High on the scale of sound, notes A to G, nothing at all H lettered on the end of the Z, A-train queen
Girls and boys, young and old, prepare to die every day you’re alive, if you don’t you’ll be surprised
At the fools’ friends, some strangers, some family, elevate your sixth sense, prayin’ the gods all died.

Friends with your inner being should get you at least to the end where you’ll forever rest in peace
Why do you believe that some lies are true and other lies are false? You must have experience fees
Paid in advance for the trauma, now you have it right there in front of you, cry a river for the dead
Sudden or after a long, painful illness which you cannot be cured from, it’s a terminal case of dread.

If you don’t know what you see, you will still get it, there’s no way to avoid what’s headed your way
By the one-way and dead-end streets in the neighborhood, you can’t get out alive, you’re cool, I say
Nightshade or artificial lights burning gas in a vacuum, contained from escape, glowing, lightening
Goes off in time for the daybreak and there’s just a bill to pay for the use of the chess game’s king.

Throwing down with the baddest of the worst I’ve ever seen, I won the whole shebang, it was easy
Now I watch my back with my bodyguard who lurks around me to see it all before I do, let’s me see
Behind and far ahead of where I’m going, there’s no human who will survive the rigor of the mortis
It’s a stiff upper lip or a mealy-mouth punk arguing about the nature of substance or being in bliss.

Known to unknown in the light, under scrutiny and in denial of the nature of being all too human key
Death or Life are the only choices, afterlife not so much, they don’t return to tell tales of paradise “P”
Dream ended, still awake without any control over the reality moving like a movie on the silver screen
Indicted for the reasons given or not, occult premises for the argument’s validity, y’all are a has-been.

On the one hand, there’s the left & on the other hand, there’s the right, in the center is the middle, so
Only one timeline in the middle of Space to keep track of who uses logic & reason & who does not go
From valid & true premises to assume for the deduced or induced conclusion, elevated to the Truth
As if it was that easy, making sounds blow from the mouth, comprehended, filled the wisdom tooth.

Illusion coming from the variable delusions appearing as forms & shapes in lighted bodies, real world
Delusion reduced to a hallucination that may or may not return for perpetual proof of life in solid gold
Harder to underestimate than to guess with accuracy, blow kisses, guess loaded correct wild six-gun
Gone in a hundred years, more or less, some significantly less, lie, cheat, enjoy the ride, Living’s fun.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, September 14th 2023 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Blown out the #BlowHo while jammin’ to @TheTomSullivanShow @kfbk1530AM & jammin to the #MostBeautifulGirlInTheWorld by @PRINCE link @ https://youtu.be/FuXbKLiW1UI }
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