MASH, GOD, SHE TRULY LOVES MY UNIT 4077
True love is on the line because it’s a deep slash in my heart, it’s already gone Trippin’ like it’s some orange sunshine or purple microdot your M.O.A.B. song
Sung in a Capella just because our legs couldn’t dance anymore, just shuffling
From here to there on to nowhere & that’s where it’s at, it’s all about a sting.
On to a parking lot where you won’t remember where your SUV’s parked, yo brah
Top of the morning somewhere on Earth, the other side is in an invisible penumbra
Feeling the good, bad and the ugly makes Evil appear to be Live spelled backwards
Dreaming we’re awake & we woke up a long time before we got Chevrolets & Fords.
All those dates before the conception happened & then poof, we’re old or already gone
From the beginning to the final end, true love gets you through to the last breathing gasp
Drink deeply just like the living water we all need walkin’ in the hot desert sun, stars hurled
Seventh son of a seventh son, our mothers were hella distant cousins from another world.
Now, Word is out, it’s curtains for much of the progeny yet some remain alive post megadeath
In a spirit form that feels feelings even though it has no nervous system to feel anything at all
Come on man, Chuckie sent us but Chuckie ain’t here man, it’s no joke, change the aftermath
Each piece of Nothing’s atoms of matter falls in love with the struggle to survive on the path.
On a scale from one to ten, when we’ll assume that one is the best anyone could ever expect
This here right now, in this space in this time, president to bum on the streets of the state sect
Respect is all you can expect and all you can ever pay for, nobody gets it for free without a tip
Here’s one for you and me, you cannot repeat what you’ll read & comprehend or y’all will slip
Tense beyond the capacity for a human being to remain conscious, you need to have the pills
Y’all got the addiction that turned into an affliction for the opiate condition, got chills & all ill
To live and die in the city of your mother’s dump on you and your brothers from other fathers
Say it again, how dare you give the honor of giving the gift that keeps screwin’ your mothers.
Calling the mighty mother phuqr who dreams that the recessive genes of DNA or the kings
If one is woke then it is impossible to be sleeping in a dream, to be is to awaken from things
Taught to the babies, toddlers, children, teenagers & the flock of sheeple called the people
We, the people who experience united states of amnesia, know what to die for, the feeble.
Nothing beats the self-realization of the real and the innocence of ignorance, it ain’t my fault
Just two observations that paradise is the hell below the intergalactic heaven above, so below
Makes no sense, in fact, it makes nonsense look like the dissertation for my PhD in eatin’ crow
Keepin’ focused upon the object of this subject, ridiculous predication will have been the flow.
Obviously, this is an occult cult group with secret mumbling of consonants and vowels aplenty
In the end, contemplation of the end of the self’s one-consciousness inside the cranial cavity
In harmony of left, right, up, down, in & out gets the whole shebang on the same blank page
From present to eternity past and future, winged angels flyin’ in my flock of ultraviolet rage.
Inside the division, addition & subtraction are isolated by fomenting multiplication of species
Sexual and asexual reproduction to keep the planet’s reputation among the vacant cosmoses
Y’all dreamin’ now so wake up and smell the coffee, it’s raspberry or Irish mocha drip roasted
Drinkin’ heavy with gadfly on the wall, seein’ me trippin’ in middle way, pathway of the dead.
Only you know and I know the things we agree about the nature of the beast’s glorified scree
You and me, everybody else too, we’re all in this together, like it or not, we’re historical phlegm
Hurry up & wait a minute before you jump to an invalid conclusion, factoring my oneness’ them
Just you & me, nobody else but us two, we will survive the existent experience of life, glory be.
Sung in a Capella just because our legs couldn’t dance anymore, just shuffling
From here to there on to nowhere & that’s where it’s at, it’s all about a sting.
On to a parking lot where you won’t remember where your SUV’s parked, yo brah
Top of the morning somewhere on Earth, the other side is in an invisible penumbra
Feeling the good, bad and the ugly makes Evil appear to be Live spelled backwards
Dreaming we’re awake & we woke up a long time before we got Chevrolets & Fords.
All those dates before the conception happened & then poof, we’re old or already gone
From the beginning to the final end, true love gets you through to the last breathing gasp
Drink deeply just like the living water we all need walkin’ in the hot desert sun, stars hurled
Seventh son of a seventh son, our mothers were hella distant cousins from another world.
Now, Word is out, it’s curtains for much of the progeny yet some remain alive post megadeath
In a spirit form that feels feelings even though it has no nervous system to feel anything at all
Come on man, Chuckie sent us but Chuckie ain’t here man, it’s no joke, change the aftermath
Each piece of Nothing’s atoms of matter falls in love with the struggle to survive on the path.
On a scale from one to ten, when we’ll assume that one is the best anyone could ever expect
This here right now, in this space in this time, president to bum on the streets of the state sect
Respect is all you can expect and all you can ever pay for, nobody gets it for free without a tip
Here’s one for you and me, you cannot repeat what you’ll read & comprehend or y’all will slip
Tense beyond the capacity for a human being to remain conscious, you need to have the pills
Y’all got the addiction that turned into an affliction for the opiate condition, got chills & all ill
To live and die in the city of your mother’s dump on you and your brothers from other fathers
Say it again, how dare you give the honor of giving the gift that keeps screwin’ your mothers.
Calling the mighty mother phuqr who dreams that the recessive genes of DNA or the kings
If one is woke then it is impossible to be sleeping in a dream, to be is to awaken from things
Taught to the babies, toddlers, children, teenagers & the flock of sheeple called the people
We, the people who experience united states of amnesia, know what to die for, the feeble.
Nothing beats the self-realization of the real and the innocence of ignorance, it ain’t my fault
Just two observations that paradise is the hell below the intergalactic heaven above, so below
Makes no sense, in fact, it makes nonsense look like the dissertation for my PhD in eatin’ crow
Keepin’ focused upon the object of this subject, ridiculous predication will have been the flow.
Obviously, this is an occult cult group with secret mumbling of consonants and vowels aplenty
In the end, contemplation of the end of the self’s one-consciousness inside the cranial cavity
In harmony of left, right, up, down, in & out gets the whole shebang on the same blank page
From present to eternity past and future, winged angels flyin’ in my flock of ultraviolet rage.
Inside the division, addition & subtraction are isolated by fomenting multiplication of species
Sexual and asexual reproduction to keep the planet’s reputation among the vacant cosmoses
Y’all dreamin’ now so wake up and smell the coffee, it’s raspberry or Irish mocha drip roasted
Drinkin’ heavy with gadfly on the wall, seein’ me trippin’ in middle way, pathway of the dead.
Only you know and I know the things we agree about the nature of the beast’s glorified scree
You and me, everybody else too, we’re all in this together, like it or not, we’re historical phlegm
Hurry up & wait a minute before you jump to an invalid conclusion, factoring my oneness’ them
Just you & me, nobody else but us two, we will survive the existent experience of life, glory be.
by
rjjstephan, I
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XXIInd MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST
{ Kicked this dog in the hind end this AM before 444 AM, just sayin’ I do it all for y’all, just because I love y’all & got this on the juke box, @LynyrdSkynyrd #IAintTheOne & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/qlKaxmn1ugg }
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