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THIS IS A SUPER PUT-ON, CE LIVE, PLAY THE HARPO

Inside of a guilty conscience, there’s room for blame & obligation to the abnormal malfunctions of Man
Doom's megascroll of  humans who pretend to be divinity’s chosen ones, when they’re accidental Spam
Filing for bankruptcy when you’re a billionaire of God’s words, sacred fire of a slow burn, all yakity-yak
Funk’s pulling a steady stream out the matrix, flowing like a raging river through the canyon on a kayak.

Karen Johnson is who now? Just a chick out the Big Apple, she’s got nothing to do with icebergs or gold
Flew over the cuckoo’s nest with the rest of the senior class, we gleaned the welfare and food, got rolled
Bees in the hives, birds in the nests disappear first before the evolutionary extinction of scrambled eggs
One’s will to survive is strong in survivors & weak in the knees of birds of a feather, all flocking together.

Counting up or down fro the zeroes an ones, all signals of the cyberspace in an amorphous blob of goo
Mothers and fathers all knew the answers to the conundrums, nobody else could fathom the divine fool
How can you plan accidental collisions in a system’s universal Space between the Void’s ghostly minded
Peers you don’t know at all move the boogie woogie on the scales of A’s to G’s, flat, sharp or diminished.

The fix was always in before you made the bet, you had to guess which way the wind would blow in
Out of the East or West, the fact is that the frozen seven continents are adrift, world was all One then
Fully engulfed with the H2O when no land was above it all, dirt submersed in the drink, azure blue sea
On being alive or dead, neither above nor below, entering the Twilight Zone, I think you’re killin’ me.

Fine lines between two identical copies of an original sin, disobedience to a king, the berry rasp
Queen is a name for the world’s thrust into existence, free choice and will on the other hand, sir
Maybe it’s all an illusion of fog and mirrors playing tricks on your four eyes, astigmatic cornea fir
I will shoot you down without the bullets and you’ll be on the mend forever, until your last gasp.

Bums and junk filled needles all around the sidewalks of town from B Street to X avenue, son
On the boulevard between Chicago Avenue and Foster Avenue, crypto degree in physical sin
Mothers and fathers razing the homeless and hopeless, you are a fool for the city, simple mind
Bomb of the fizzle that puts the bam in the pop, you & I ain’t the spy vs. spy, we’re reassigned.

Hit the road Jack, don’t you come back whether you like it or not, this is it, be excommunicated
From the gods, from the God, from the Christ and the holy Saints and damned Sinners all dead
On high or on the down low, hit the bong, tap the pipe, you’re gonna die in the earthquake fire
Like this, like that, all you thought and saw with your eyes blinded by neon light, hot & cool sire.

Killing it with kindness to teach myself a lesson about how to do unto others as I’d have ‘em do
To me or anyone else on the planet, any human being from conception to death deserves the brew
Of men, mice and witches who have the spells and cast them abroad, far, far away from the reality
On this Earth or above the planetary dirt stratosphere in gravitational collapse to One singularity.

Remember when you were a child and teenager on the blocks of Chicago 1965-1969, you played
Dawn until dusk, daily concern for the blind, the deaf and the doom in your bronchial cough drop
Zest ain’t just a soap to clean your cellular structure, it’s the feeling of the soul, deep in the clouds
Where & when it’s all comin’ down, only you & I know, everyone else is in cover-up mode shroud.

Now if you’ll just walk this way & give me a kiss, it’ll put you right in front row’s starburst sang
To be or to go on forever or just a little while, all of it is good, nobody knows why this is all fine
Guesswork, assumptions, inductive conclusions which have validity until disproven by examples
Counter-intuitive as I am, end time will come after it begins to whimper, blue jeans’ a Big Bang.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, Blovember XVIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST

{ Drafted out the window in my closed-captioned room while jammin’ to @BlueCheer @ https://youtu.be/pobv2ymqzak LIVE }

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