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NEVER FORGET TO FORGET THE UNFORGETTABLE, EVER

Gods ain’t gonna help you or me, come on man, y’all are evolved out of One scumbag
Of both the vermin and the human, you know what & who you are, godsons of a hag
Not their fault since they're daughters of hags and they have no free will to be a sign
Of the Time, yet they are the signal, they’re the whistle, the horn to end the design.

Buildings crumbled as determined by the engineers’ blueprints, cornerstone crack house
There is always nothing at the end, it cannot be any other way, Space is a trap for a mouse
Names are not important, just sounds and noise to respond to when you’re among riffraff
As above, so below this all is what a divinity’s humans came up with, water dried, I laugh.

Pretend to be serious when Nothing is a random collision of careless, subatomic solar particles
Boys and girls make more, they cannot control the effort nor the thrust for the empty to avoid
Mentally hill or physically infirm in your soul’s body, the time lasts until the air flows in a thing
Of your handy caps and your occult wisdom you find to be silence about all that is the Nothing.

I was not free to be, to do all I desired because I had no conscience to wield that awesome cut
Fear the things that want to either hurt or kill you, your parents are all gone, you’re on your own
To be or not to be is questionable yet we are all riding dirty on this road trip between here & there
Navigating on the river or the open ocean H2O, it’s still here on Earth’s seven seas of infinite fear.

Of being all alone, like God before the creation of this mess of bizarre connections of linguistic fixes
Total blind faith in blackness being a Face of Divine Wisdom, I rattle my saber prior to the thrusting
As above, so below gravity pulls to the core, compression into the space between Limbo & heaven
War of Men, annihilation of the life forms is important to the universe’s Singularity, News at eleven?

War good, Peace evil, both required for the Yin & Yang you sense on your skin and bones, gunpowder
Divided speakers of the houses fighting for dominance over the subordinates, it’s my clam chowder
Full of the clams that came out of nowhere & lived until we cooked and ate them & other crust life
Pies with the meat and the fruit within the crust, on the shelf cooling on the windowsill of my wife.

Nothing more to worry about because your face hurts my face, just look at the wrinkled eye winkin’
It’s comin’ to a town near you, be prepared as the boy scouts of Americans instructed while blinkin’
Mountains of Montana Rockies or swamps of Florida Everglades, outside & in between, elk & alligator
Divine in the meaning, life better than death in any form, eating life keeps us humans alive, what for?

Now it’s the time for feeling flexible when the world is constricting around your fat head’s face bones
Covering up the eyes isn’t helping the facts of life, that it is what it is, you’re in the head’s aches tones
You breathe in and blow out, whatever that ether is has performed for seven decades of the universe
Nothing is prerecorded, nothing is the prerequisite for everything else, it is all incredible yet perverse.

From some unknown day in all of our early days on Earth, we’ve known it was All for One & one for all
Incense burned into the smoke nobody’s daddy wants to get a whiff of, it’s a cherry or a patchouli oil
No way I’m going to get off of the train until we run out of tracks down the way, there’s a tunnel wall
But it’s only a big painting on a cliff wall with nothing but rock hardness behind the façade baseball.

Worked now & then like a jerk, I’m playin’ & I’ll keep on puffin’ & huffin’ until I can’t drink life’s quirks
Predicting via cyberspaced computer alogrhythm yesterday that I’d live to be 1 3 8 years old, 138 jerks
Down with the gators in the bayou that foams out the Mississippi & the Gulf, it’s on the Cajun, my son
This means WAR, battleships ready, Air Force strikes NOW, it begins with a pin drop, remember 9 1 1!

Fist fights and high-tension philosophical arguments pro & con for the reason why we live Christ & Mo
Hindi hindsight gives a Zen shock to the monkey, under nobody’s wing but the two I got from Pa Adam
Eve’s got nothing to do with the slice of rib bone God made man from, Ma Eve came in second to none
Debts in the speakers comin’ out of electric vibrations of steel & electric Kool-Aid wire in one big gun.

Proof of the existence of babies & the dead people they turn into cosmic dust storms between a star
Hundreds of millions, billions & billions of infinite helium, hydrogen, oxygen, nitro fuel gets us all far
Ponies and mules, horses and alpacas to carry the load, the motherlode of the mines’ silver & gold
Monarchs, dictators, fool princesses and princes who inherited the power once their kin got too old.

Caused a war full of killing battles to blow up the children of the bad guys & the good guys in camp
In and out of the metal, the woodwind, the percussion & strings from the banjos frets still smokin’
After you’re done, it’ll be finished right then, don’t worry about those you leave behind, a fix is In
Junkies and bums without the junk are still all too human, we kill germs to stay healthy, not Men.

So, this is that y’all get when you do what you do, how you do it, over & over again, a fix is far in
So far, so good, deep down inside it’s always the same thing, did I say that before, over & over sin
Venial for the mortals, who live and die with the pie in the sky in their eyes, until the final gasp ice
Puts your head’s face in a panic, eyes wide open, mouth agape, tongue stuck out the thrown dice.

It was sevens and elevens for a while until the snake eyes took over the concerto & played the Stones
Rolling them up and down the scales of love & the essence of being here and now, on the cellphones
Everybody’s got a number, cell or social, some sort of way to ID their presence then & there for me bro
To say you were here just like elder #Kilroy who went everywhere puttin’ his moniker on the gumbo.

Kick your ass in, kick you in the noggin because you needed to face up to the situation, life is shorted
High as the plateau & as low as you can go down to the core of the burnt out dust ball, gods’ aborted
Mink stoles on the hangers, dead mink minded but nobody too human cared, fur stole for naked apes
Picked strong strings on frets from a holy metallic frenzy, blues, jazz, rocked, angels’ daughter escapes.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, ROCKTOBER Xth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Kicked this punk out of the house this morning, came back this afternoon so, blasted out while jammin’ to the @PoynterSisters link @ https://youtu.be/DXRjBVXanzc?si=G5d46NmVS2Yt7bUk }

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