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Monday, May 27, 2024

#Kiss? ... The Muse has spoken with the pen/sword! #Stop #Look #Listen @Elvis #ELVIS

IT WAS ALL IN-GRANDMA’S HAND, SHE TOLD ME SO 
What I said the long day I was born, I can’t recall the exact thought but ‘twas dark, man
Freedom cost for me is everything I got, I’m the gift from above, as it is way down below
.409 cubed, little deuce coupe, under the hood disguise by a 1962 body’s dual quad, I see
Hottie, top tin can fuel-injected all in my mind when my father said I’d wipe out in a ‘63.

Freedom & slavery are words referring to happiness or sadness, creepy, holy old souls
These guys are all dead & gone, they left marks upon cold terrain in a heap of hot coals
Bringing the load on your back will break it, so use the tools of the all too human mind
Let the beasts of burden carry the overloads until they shut down, then a BBQ unkind.

Hunger for the things to chew and swallow, fuel burned calories to animate your bones
If you don’t keep moving your 208 linked-up skull-to-toe chunks, they’ll require a moan
Neither more nor less is the case, all here today & we’ll be gone tomorrow, son, oh son
Freedom is liberation from linked chains you gravitated toward, accident-malfunction.

Fools merely evolved amusement of subatomic collisions in a Void, as above so below
Freaks collected into a pool of acid in a cytoplasmic trap, be strong to survive the flow
Freedom is all we ever needed, everything we’ve wanted was all angels left, this bliss
Foment a foaming at unleashed mouths, distill the moisture, transform a French kiss.

By the narrow way we move in and out of the trip upon your mother’s innards, a hotrod
As we know it or not, just a mortality experience of a forgotten flash of pure nonsense
Nothing more you can do about it other than know that existence precedes an essence
Whatever we are, the unknown that preceded our appearance is really the Void of God.

Linguistic predication of subjective objects, it is done, 20/20 visionary, third-eye blind
I am both in and out of the dream within the dream, your mind is nothing for me to find
I got mine, I hope you’ve got yours, one way or another, it’s a pearl prize, old man, see?
Blackish white, invisible to tiny ones blinded by starlight, ultraviolet-infrared ain’t free.

For the third and last time, I’m falling from some plateau above or below heaven’s gate
All there is left is my consciousness, 208 bones have atrophied to be an atrocity of fate
So tiny it’s invisible to the all too human eyeballs, so huge it’s unimaginable to all DNA
Starve & die of thirst is a way to go, other ways are a myriad of permutation, eggs of RA.

Mothers before fathers, rules and regulations enhance the survival of the fittest, y’all’s
Only females know the inseminator, the progeny are the downloads of paupers’ royals
Kings & princes, dead-lines from the most devious & strong, hysterical in-bred sapiens
Extinction announcement, cut the air & the water, all stupide become holy has-beens.

Beanstalk will grow from seed & fall back to a grave of Doom, anti-gravitational gravy
Imagine or perceive reality to be what eyesight, hearing, tasting, smelling & feeling do
Everything else is the trajectory of possible probabilities, a finite conclusion of infinity
What I am, who you are, what this is that’ll kill us in the end, this Life, crack of the sea!

For what it’s worth, the First Cause of me & you is unknown, invisible yet indivisible so
Do what you can to avoid having any children who’ll reproduce themselves, just blow
Up or down from top to the bottom of the cube’s six square sides of 90-degreed angles
Immense propensity for compression into the golden lead leftovers of the Big Bangles.

It’s something that appears on the stage now and then, you are that something, DNA’d
Premises assumed to be true lead to contingent conclusions which are literally untrue
Garbage into a disseminator leads to garbage coming from an inseminator, @unethical
If you know that you know, you may be mistaken because of the herd’s misleading call.

End of the world is your end, keep it in mind 24/7 to ease you into the Reality of a Void
You can’t get out of the operation now, it’s in motion, follow orders & become a droid
Free will & love have nothing to do with it other than the mind-control of a woke bloke
Nobody gets afterlife, nobody gets out of life alive, corpus dillecti for all, I Am Smoke.

Nevada to Carolina, windward to America from the Atlantic Sea, just oceanic fake glee
3/5th’s of the Earth’s matter is H2O gas of a liquid nature, naturally polluted with death
Living die, that’s Life, all it’s cracked up to be is a minute on Time-lines of Infinity’s tree
Rolled the die, marbles & mumbley-peg played for the whole shebang, I am my wraith.
by
r j j stephan, i
 c.  Lundi, May XXVIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Concocted while jammin’ to @WARtheBand #HITS link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/41vMbny2bz8?si=pAzAllifdTCo7A8m  & @ZZTOP concert/LIVE 2024 }

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