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SPEAKIN' SPIDER TO THE GODS OF ADAM {Swearin' to the gods}

 

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Miracles are not the simple-minded cause & effect of the routine mind's unmoved move

No motive in the mind of the sky gods outside of Earth's atmosphere, the atheists just die

Ain't nothing but the leap of Blind Faith in a "better life" when y'all fade away, good luck

I have a cadre of com-padres & com-madras who've completed the Living mission's fluke.

Don't get me wrong which you inevitably will but there's an elephant in the bathroom too

It's where she came in with the Beatles and her hair raised into a large Afro like no other

 What is the hair for other than to look attractive for the mitosis and meiosis of the Mother

Earth that wobbles, appears to spin & roll while revolving about a ball of fired-up power.

Had the ghost posse for the runs on the stage coaches and banks of the silver and gold one

Minds bitten by the training to eliminate the disposable matter into a buried, fertilized scone

To be eaten or not to be eaten, that's the only REAL question, I prefer not to be on the Menu

Out of a wild, blue yonder, there's a bit of hoc-us-pocus magic pokin' through the star venue.

Vitriol humor isn't trivial, it's a method for the madness to become exposed to One element

Earth, Fire & a Wind that resulted from a Big Bang or another catastrophic calamity dent

Believers are gonna believe and Haters of Blind Faith are scientific philosophers of School

From the pre-school to the graduate-school, only the diapers get shed in the end, still a fool.

Rushin' right into the earning potential and the fear of being poor and pathetic to the hot ones

Boys and girls grown up into mothers & absentee fathers who knew or didn't know any sons

Or daughters who needed and wanted their dads, just a legend in history long gone millennia

Evolution of single cells & apes or super-special supra-alien design from scratch-DNA, blah!

 

Nobody ever knew, the dead underground or undersea or dust in the wind, perish the thought

Of being all too human or an animated bag of cytoplasmic slop, a rare, random, lackey robot

Fearing the Unknown until the corpus dillecti is allowed to be what it is, Oscar's performance

To be or not to be was NOT a question, suicide is painless like a matricide & patricide dance.

Evolved from One cell?  Come on man, get real and read some ancient words from the dead

It's a Tibetan book of The Dead for a reason, it's for Tibetans only, they die & the rest don't

Just fade away like the dust in the wind that settles wherever high wind blew it down under

Conclusion whether induced or deduced can be corroborated by lightening and the thunder.

Woke up with wood, distributed the farms with Johnny's apple seeded garden of E in the bay

Torture unwound the spool of invisible thread, causes & effects did not repeat in cosmic ends

I came back home to let you know, you'll find nobody to dream with when you're lost in Space

All alone like an astronaut with a spider, allowed to communicate a nature of being, God's face.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi III-IX-MMXXIV Anno Domini

{ Watching you watch me watch you, watch me...anyway, jammed this out while watching #SPIDERS & listenin' to @SystemOfADown #Spiders link https://youtu.be/SqZNMvIEHhs?si=7wkTQYbRyjYTDio6 }

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