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SYSTEMATIC FISSION, KC-135 AIRBORNE Qubits

Sickened unto the conception and then here and now we all are for a moment or two, one GD man
How ITF are effects of all the First Cause’s errors not ending the world as we know it, so too human
Don’t press your luck, you’ve got no more legs to stand on, it’s a fired-up oven melting skin & bone
Cremation is a special effect you can observe if you’ve got the inner resolve to turn off the i-phone.

Fickle fixtures disappearing into One Void, boys & girls around here, daydream gets wet-dry humor
Conceived in ignorance, born to be on the boulevard, the avenue & the backstreet of the back door
Garbage in the alley refused, stinkin’ the weekly stench of your soiled drawers in your dressers’ fur
Fear and loathing I am forgotten, remember me now, I rear my ugly head into the new world’s order.

French, Latin, Chinese & the tongues of your mother’s fathers who had no sisters or brothers in sync
With vibrating frequencies animating the wavelengths from infrared to ultraviolet into the black ring
Around every atom in shallow and deep Space, there’s what I am, what you are, no idiot savant song
Rhyming words meaning ambiguity is a sign of the Present time on Earth revolving around a dark star.

Mark my words, subjects & predication to flesh out the objects, that said, nothing more is uttered ilk
From whom we’ve evolved, nobody we know personally, words in books, picture pages’ smooth silk
Breathe in & out a million times more or less, fortune relegates the whole shebang, accidentally me
Got lucky, y’all got lucky, ‘xy’ paternity was uber-aggressive, yo mamas strong as an iron dome party.

Blind belief in your leadership is a fool’s errand of a wise woman who can’t find a wise guy, right here
Bonded into the lead that I can turn into gold in a spell or two, changing the atomic structure’s fear
Extinction and mutation to evolve the random explosion’s remnants into the things as we know them
Fathers & mothers we all had, whether they took a powder or not, important you climaxed in blues.

Riffs & runs up & down the scale of 8 notes in 7 octaves, it’s the 88’s & the Woods mixed with Metal
Dogs will find the remnants of your afterbirth your mother didn’t consume, stuck-up in a gondola hell
Animated all seven continents with all leftover saltwater & melted snow, streamin’ rivers & fresh lakes
Rings around the whole shebang without a breach in the protective envelope surrounding hero fakes.

I found a dead body on the road’s deadman’s curve, the Truth is if you speed you’ll die in the dark fast
Count on that like the fact that the dawn will come 12 hours after sunset, gave or took wobble spins
Planet animated by a thing’s star, Life on Earth, Living Thing, plants, animals & shitake monster goon
Fishing early in the AM, dawn breaks, fish start jumpin’ for my fly, laid it down, fish on & release soon.

Cracking me up, the entire glass house collapses into original atoms created from the Void’s border
Rockin’ me like the fake, stoned stoners who threw stones though all were guilty of sibling murder
Karma has the record on the infinite soul wherever it sets in the middle of everything, everywhere
Sang a song so you’d swoon & find my arms to fall into for the rest of the life I’ve got to give there.

So, love talks & bull scat walks, just sets until the clowns sweep it up, just make a move or say the word
Vocabulary is deficient, a plethora, yet I know I can explain why Nothing from Nothing leaves Nothing
Exit off of the stage for an inevitable encore, I thought the search was over until I met you, fortunately
Every time I’m near you, I want to touch you every chance you allow, magnetism fingertips, magic Me.

Got spells and potions mixed in my favor of everything good & a repellent of evil, even the bad ol’ ugly
Sweet girls who had the nasty babies who grew up without a male influence, no daddy, our gang only
Better than killing but you didn’t know it was a ticket to seven years without parole, racin’ a ’68 hotrod
Rolled rock wrong you knew, you feared no punishment or retribution requirement, pretend to be god.

Love punched you in the bloody nose, blackened both your eyes, knocked out of sync, twilighted zone
Don’t pretend when you need to have knowledge and wisdom to survive the death of skin & old bone
Blinkin’ eyelids as quick as possible to keep the eyeballs moist as the morning dew, crocodile tears fell
Facts of life, factoids of the fiction, naked babies born & diapered to contain the wasted toll of the bell.

Height above or below six feet, in the end, every length is reclined when in decline, ready for the let
Of mousy men and boys who father more of the same with the descendant of the century of decades
Smiling inside and out, hidden sorrow and dread of being dead & gone without a soul’s con job I forget
Heart of silver and gold makes it to #1 & then you die just like you would have if you’d have stillborn it.

Beliefs of the blinded who can never see any light for any reason, it’s no way to pay for hindsight gold
Paid for change-up w#ore who was my cousin’s cousin’s mother relation, alright, alright, tight I’m told
Grim reaper is comin’ from the last special delivery It made from Earth to the bottom of a rocky road
Next may be the same or to heaven above, close your eyes & the wide open mind will crack the code.

Hung down low & then in the end, hung ‘em up higher than the weed burnin’ in reverse-bong forces
Created the full Monty, the whole shebang & full responsibility doesn’t go to evil forces or the horses
It’s the origin’s fault, fully obligated to engage the inferior creation to enhance perfection, my pretty
Horses are saddled and we’re ready to ride, robbed the bank, opened the safe and I shot the deputy.

Double-parked out front, we made the getaway to the hole in the wall, now it’s 100 years hence
We’re 120 & wealthy but our bodies are still dead cadavers, we’re the hot souls without a stance
No clout to force the unwilling to comply, faked guilty conscience’s alogrhythm of reality’s sonnet
Theory to finalize the contemplation’s fruit goes this way, Man’s forced to ride into a black sunset.

Forked snake boogie tongue, faking favor with an invisible creator without body or soul-form today
Just a tiny feeling inside, a voice that nobody else but I can hear, it’s articulating the A, the B & the C
Consonants and 7 vowels recombining note sound-bytes & short-term memory, hung high in a tree
Gangsters gunsmoke gone in 30 days, settled down but #UNWANTED, Golden Gate bridge, my bay.

Salute to you & yours, don’t know you or them but they deserve the Truth, that they’re dead, gone
Not now but they will be gone, it’s not my fault, don’t shoot the messenger, the Truth is just so wrong
Should have been born in the ‘50’s, but wait, I was born in 1951, that’s the 50’s so what’s up wit dat
Symptoms rose to the top, diagnosis of the disease only an x-ray can Sherbinski’s influence on this scat.

Idiots and imbeciles rockin’ and rollin’ the weirdos in the coaches and limousines smokin’ fig’s leaves
Bananas in a bunch like the panties of some girls who had missed their fathers’ magic up their sleeves
This means nothing more nor less than what the sound of the words denotes, nothing at all in your mind
Disbelief of the incredible claims of the historical records of deeds done by strangers named, I can’t find.

Bent the rules of the game for the start & end of back & forth, your turn, my turn, lose a turn, it’s all over
Except you don’t have any idea what that means, to be “all over” like before your conception in the egg
You can’t recall what hasn’t happened yet in the future, that would make you already gone, undercover
Dead. Live. WTF, over. Recombination of charm data in a quantum universe, creates God’s dream lover.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Janvier XXIX^h  MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Kicked this out of my head while jammin’ to @JamesWebb #BeginningOfTime #JigsUP on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2pux7v9qJ58?si=DQ78jADpCi6w-Z1H }

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