#MounntainDew or #Dye or #BeStardust #WoodstockBoy

 

GOT WHAT I PUT INTO THE WHOLE SHEBANG

Timing is everything in Space, a long, long time ago before all humans became evil reasons
All due to the least likely to survive, unfit beings saved to reproduce species’ extinction sons
The fix was in before anybody knew it, you’re dreaming of the thing itself, dead ended love
One way to go full speed ahead, nobody goes backward, God’s no reversal of heaven above.

From hot water, H2O pair of oxy-hydro ash of the end of this solar system’s carbon quake
Cause of the first time an atom split is your conscious wokeness of the pain that baby’s fake
Crying crocodile tears in the swamp bog as if there’s a way to return to the beginning dawn
In the final spin of the darkness enveloping blown atomic light, great awakening you pawn.

No king and no queen, no bishop, cardinal or neophyte son of idiots & morons, too human
Above it’s dark, below it’s dark, in a closet it’s dark, after your death of bones, it’s still man
No pins dropping to spoil the roar of empty, dead air, no idyll chit chat with your best boon
Higher than the lowlife on the bottom of a bog, below a swamp’s things themselves’ moon.

It is what it is, I am what I am, you’ll never know how much I really care about surviving
Will to the power for aid in the success comes from some great grandfathered-in original G
Hot or cold out of the faucet, wet water drank and rinsed all in and out of my filthy crying
Wasting tears on wasted nights and days, revolving the rotation & wobble, infinity’s thing.

Before and after the misconception, it’s creative license to apply linguistic uncertainty et al
For you, your ancestral descendants & God there’s nothing more nor less than we ever see
You get it all in the matter material things with material girls and boys in the rockin’ band
Mild and harsh, as above so below, healed the deaf and dumber 20/20 vision of Ayn Rand.

What you do with your life is already your destiny, there’s no free will in the egg conception
Survival in darkness for a year or so means nothing at all when all Truth displays the dawn
Where I come from, there’s deadened Earth, cool wind and hot fire, move like a king pawn
Sixty-four squares on the plane’s 3rd dimension, wavelength of the 3-D, impossibility of sin.

Create the things, you are responsible for everything the things do & say, war kills things
Battle to keep the peace, knock off the disagreement with the enhancement of three rings
One or two rings aren’t sufficient, the third is a necessary condition to keep up the flow
Middle path goes one way with no return or turnabout, I am the only one I am, now blow!

For the sake of the grandfathers and grandmothers who got us here by hook or by crook
Before you could disobey the rules you needed to know the punishment, avoid pain hook
Nobody I ever knew liked the pain, punishment for the punishers, warn the fool monkey
Skullcaps cry ‘cause you spanked ‘em, so just die, after or before Time’s up, skeleton key.

Games without the rules aren’t games but that chaos can’t be avoided, played hard ball
Nothing soft about the round projectiles, need a glove to catch, bat to smash a strike call
Colloquialism just an idiom of my handy locutions of word salad & dressing to sixty nines
Thrown out the club, threw up in the gangway, drank ‘til drunk, I died, now it’s just fine.

I think I died but I still wanted one more drink, wasn’t inebriated any longer#, just Woke
Up or down makes no difference when you’re on the surface of the spin, lookin’ like a dope
Energy fully engaged, blown to smithereens, what you see is what you get, now don’t choke
Swallow the wad, it’s gonna go through the stellar system, I’m the hangman with the rope!
by

 r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, June V^th, MMXXXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out the jam while listenin’ to @Everlast #GrammasHand
on youTube link https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU }

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