#MaryMary #YeahYou #ContraryMary

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NOTHING SPECIAL, SCHIZOPHRENICALLY HAPPY

If and only if you deduce the inductions and follow said premises of the argument to conclusion
Then & only then will you be able to comprehend the incomprehensible, that gods created stars
Not only in Hollywood & New York but also everywhere in between, from Duluth to south El Paso
Played with & without the ground rules, I always won but pretended to lose, all fools ain't Picasso.

Springing into life as it appeared to be dead in the water, almost caput on the proverbial last leg
Then as if a miracle occurred and nature itself reversed its inevitable course, healing into health
As if never ill, the sickness inside of my head and body of 208 bones took over for Evil in stealth
Head and body’s soul-spirit kept the Spirit within range of nirvana, nearly ecstasy, as I do beg.

To be or not to be here and now, with or without the necessary conditions for survival to be fit
Being the strong in order to survive the hazards of predators and accidental cow & bull’s ‘S#it’
Semper Fi as it always is, keep the faith, stay strong when the matrix weakens the free will to be
Or not to be, a question with an answer, a response to a critical conundrum, #Woke #Dreaming

Bury the hatchet with your enemies’ axes and tomahawks, white or black opium poppy slicked
Known or occult like the grand pantheon of names for this & that, here & now, getting’ dicked
Work & no play for no reason or some manufactured good reason, sufficient & necessary balls
Premises all true as the meaning of the words, the sounds of voice and inner cavern dirt walls.

Pilots driving, flying, crawling, burrowing regardless of gravity’s jealousy, ready to fire missiles
From the holes of holy ground that never touched the Hydrogen, shrunk the Oxygen molecules
Peace received from the pieces of gold & lead, frozen or caught on fire during the bigger bang
Gone before you even knew you got here for a hundred years, I paid no attention to anything.

Grist and grit pulled every last stitch of peace out of my mind, I’m on the cusp of a penumbra
It’s darker than the light blinding my pupils and retina, like black light’s purplish hue, God Ra
Nothing other than signifying the rest of the story, savage fornication results in baby’s faces
Growing hair upon the skin, evolving the hairless skin, smooth & dry without a need Races.

Brown, light or dark, off white, alabaster, albino every single One, egg or the protozoa codes
Wisdom and knowledge cancelled the recollection, no studying, no exams, narrow path roads
So difficult to tread forward or backward, impossible, high probability to shoot movie scenes
Given away as a trophy, mate of rich, famous brothers & sisters of the perky welfare queens.

For no reason, you get big & bad, you go out to a devil’s holy place called The Jug
It’s all to be continued before you least expect it, returning to the sender of the hug
Once upon a time, you got 3 steps toward the door & we’ve never seen you no more
Now & then just like before and never again, can’t stare straight down a forty four.

It’s as if the conditional was actually the unconditional, illusion becomes reality for us
Brain function, mind malfunction, serious or casual infraction of the Time Warp fracas
Moral sins are holy problems we care about while we’re alive, it is karma keepin’ track
You can’t run or hide once rigor mortis sets into your conscience, you ain’t comin’ back.

Think this a moment, the Space between Mother Earth & the Earth’s moon is 186 miles
Earth is ‘bout 186 million miles from Mars & ‘bout 48 million miles from Venus, God’s sun
When the gong goes ding-dong you will know that the time has come for Hell’s Ma Bells
Hurricanes comin’ across Zeus’ sky, it’s the planet’s skintight bubble of creator protection.

You didn’t have any choice to return for a karma repayment, better you get even real soon
Today or at the latest tomorrow, it’s a 3-day weekend memorial for the welfare kid buffoon
Became a ward of the state due to a dead-beat dad & hot mama who got loaded with bums
By the cheater in th group of cheaters, on exams and with the spouses of family & chums.

Chasing pleasures within reason, rational and logical in form and substance, philosophy grim
Seeing what blind men cannot, hearing & understanding what the deaf and the dumb cannot
Day to day, year to year, if you’re lucky you’ll break on through to the other side while awake
To review the hard, the soft, the invisible & the content of the Earth’s characters, I call #Fake!

Girls and boys get to die just like their parents & ancestors who remain buried or burned up
Teacher’s pets or anti-social philosophers to be, accidentally find Plato’s & Socrates’ teacup
Pouring the healing over the broken heads and busted feet, it all returns to the original state
It’s not me that’s out of control, it’s the plural ‘you’, yeah that’s Right, Left ventriloquist’s fate.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 9-2-2023 AD @ 1111 AMPST

{ Cocked out the can of worms while jammin’ to #IHateMyselfForLovinYou by @Joan_Jett link @ https://youtu.be/bpNw7jYkbVc }

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