#RicoSuave #Stormy #Rainy #AllJACKEDup

MUCHACHOS, DON'T LET THE LYRICS MISLEAD YA

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Future is yesterday and you missed it but you weren't even lookin' for it anyway, just chill

It's not going to be easy being all alone, dead or alive, the only way to fly is solo, little Bill

Ports on every coast of seven continents have ships in ports without sailors' black as a hole

Hip to the empty rhetoric which dovetails with the bovine scat you've spat from your soul.

 

For the love of stardust underfoot, there's only forced faith in the next moment comin' outs

Bottom feeders await the gravity to bring it all down to the recycle core of all we know too

Think I am, therefore I am, in French, Spanish, German, Italian, Slavic or Mandarin codex

Sprung from signs on walls, then on parchment of trees & now electronic #ZapMail FedEx.

Artful dodge of the deal, walking away when a bottom line is reached, big fish, hooked to set

Into the jaw or down the throat if the worm got swallowed, just like payin' back "others' debt

Down at one bottom again, graves have gravity at the core, ain't a tangible state of your mind

Indeed, somethin' got a hold on me, it's a surface infiltration of great wide open caves so fine.

Real intelligence cannot oppose it's invention of artificial thought manipulation, always right

Never in error of the logic & reason presented to 1 conscious perception of extinction's fight

Deoxyribonuclear acid feelings that never, ever hurt me or any commitments I love to death

Few & far between but might even be a complete stranger, I'd save from a guy's bad breath.

Right now at 12 o'clock, high noon PST, there's a stormy front hidden from the rear view, yet

To be or not to be, still alive but homeless with nothing but a backpack of sweet nothing debt

Nothing like a sin against the creator of the universe, just disobedience of the Ten Commands

Dropped a dime on a fake leader of dead people from a promised land, Adam to all God's fans.

High priests, astute, celibate nuns of Love's creation, on a high noted convent-monastery dream

Bums & junkies filling up their empty pork & bean cans of holy river water to cleanse clusters

Being inferior, claiming to be a singer-musician, ten bones bent, willing & able to drop a dime

Too busy to have been fabulous, as a most wanted fugitive of Love, innocence of Life's crime.

Graves dug for the rotting skin, organic matter of cell forms, dead plankton to dead human too

Kind of species that can't be eaten by neither its own nor others, be that as it may, kind of blue

Played & sung all alone or for an audience of two or more, maybe hundreds of forms of bones

Common the denominator for the minions to divide & conquer the multiplicity of cell phones.

A satirical farce is not obvious when disguised as a biographical certainty, tragedy it's a comedy

English and American literature rich with a wealth of knowledge, wisdom & pure human folly

No reason to suspect that everyone agrees that what is true is the Truth, illusions feed delusions

Importance of the Unknown, subatomic & supratomic twirling the infinite swirl, mortal sin sin.

Peak at the tip of unexploded ice & rock down to a molten core which can't freeze cosmic dust

Call it a name we've grunted early in the lexicon appearance, A, B or C all do what they must

Making two, then four, then eight geometrically progressed to infinity's Singularity, no return

Imaginary point less than a pencil dot on notebook paper, success seeing nothing left to burn.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 3-1-2024 A.D. @ 1212 PMPST

{ Flicked this invisible reign of Hope out while jammin' to some #Aberrant ROK & RO link @ https://youtu.be/va9NM-Fnehk?si=aEVJBeR3bopq4wvq &  https://youtu.be/eCUCSqcSnac?si=1DM0pHXwJ-cwtp2q }

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