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DRINKIN’ SON, DUSK 'TIL DAWN

It has always been my right to be wrong and I’ve got no other claims to Space fame
On this ball of rocky dirt, clay and magma shooting out the holy ground full of game
Help is never on its way, you’ll find out if you need it & it doesn’t come before you die
In Space’s heaven or down under in the Hades of the scared and feared, men on the fly.

Heroes and the kids they made in and out of wedlock that does nothing good or evil to me
Dead and gone without a peep, didn’t really care if you ever cared, you spilled my wine free
Crisp and clear, comprehended out of your father’s mind into my direct receptor, super queen
On the one hand, you and the conceptual analysis you’ve gleaned out of the matrix screen.

Brought you to the shopping mall that used to be the Sunset Strip where stars used to ride a bus
Above underground before they got burnt in the woods of the Holly, unarmed, with no full cup
Full of the impossible and the leftovers from Thanksgiving, cold an hungry no more for all of us
Boys and girls gave their love up for the comfort of knowing who has your backside covered up.

Rooms full of rumors & propaganda that tricky ones play on us, time to time we fall for a fight
Scores to keep us losers or winners in the game at the end, nobody is alive to celebrate at a summit
Perfectly unknown as the x in an equation for the solution the calculation conundrum, certain shyt
Hyperbolic exaggeration for the desired effect, shock & awe, a faked out psyche of Jesus insight.

In the darkness, there’s a reminder where you have arrived without any introduction, here it is then
Love and the longing for it is a mother & child thing for the unborn & their evolution into the living
Crying out of pain & suffering of being imprisoned in those lumps of 208 bones, some more has ten
Empty of concepts and the blues of the rhythm and rhyme comin’ down the pike or clear upstream.

I didn’t feel the spell, infused with come into my mind and body, snoopy dog just didn’t sign in at all
Weight gain changed the way I felt & looked at everything from things themselves to Sapiens people
Toxic beauty and the pretty beasts that run with the herd, for want of a better Time in Space’s seal
What I am is what you are but what the hell is that in this world, what you see is Cinderella’s bawl.

Blinding light cause my sight to fail, I like to stare at the burnin’ hot sun, that’s for certain too, fool
Home-runs hit and touchdowns scored the winning blows to keep both the teams Sugar to Nothing
Above it is the way it looks from down hear, downtown download of bizarre, incredible stills & vids
Screaming about streaming will show you’re ready for one evil entry, holy holes of a holy bird thing.

Being loved by you, my loving you, a self-made amazement of the soul, that’s the spirit of the foggy
Did I mention, I wanted and needed to be loved by you and your 500,000 cells of DNA I cannot see
When forever came and left in a new glimpse of a memory of what was to be for a bad old doggy
Full of the backs and half of the touchdown catchers and runners, naked and paying the Piper fee.

Blow the flute and make the melody trigger your teenage memory, it’s really that easy, like wow
Reruns all for the sake of being a bit forgetful due to an incapability of recollection, don’t give a rip
Because it’s a convenient position when you’re as ignorant as I am, as you were before you became

Triggered a humbug when you said Happiness, just like Justice was just a ham sandwich deli upslip.

March to a beat you can only feel since you’re blind as a bat, actually bats ain’t blind, I ain’t either
Pros and cons of every logical conclusion discussed & put their mud in a quick book entry of blather
Wages earned for events I got no control over, paid fun & games I provoked, rhymin’ rhythm relief
Winging it for the procurement of satisfaction every second of every day, no pain, pills for the chief!

Rats on the riverbeds or inside the deep sewer under the old town’s underground occurs in crypto
Words underwritten in code on the dirty walls you dusted 'til the Big Bang merged it back to zero
Yada yada talkin’ the walkin’ and spoonin’ for the minions’ opinions, can’t hold back the Truth lie
One ending, like it’s the gospel Truth, angels & devils all know it all, we’re all gonna die for 3.14 pi!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, BLOWVEMBER XVIII^th     MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{ Kicked this trivia out the bottom of the backward upside-down, inside-out SDROW in & out of Time’s link on youTube #JerseyShore @BruceSpringsteen etal @ https://youtu.be/laWfvxKBCIE?si=gYbJnEEdHZeGbWUo }

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