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Overlaid my hat down right there by the door near the front porch, inside not outside

I was there but I wasn't there for long, just a moment out of the millennia frozen, far side

It came and went like it was never even there in the first place, world is a figment of stones

Crumbled from ejection of absentee father I call, Sun without a day spin of my kin's bones.

Baptism, Confession, Communion, Confirmation, Ordination & Extreme Unction extinction

Born into the mythology that the dead men wrote down on parchment & cyberspace origin

Just the invented imagination of the blown-up molecules full of atomic matter, energy I sing

You know it, I know it, you can't believe it & I'm thinking you'll be surprised at the Ending.

Apes eating whatever grows until it's all gone and they look at one another starved mugshot

Bottoms-up on your final sip of the wine of the past Time's broken records, no god means a lot

All you have is what you've got, lucky to be here for a momentary lapse of the Spring's season

Baseball pastime, broken records Boxing, Batting, Touchdowns & Homeruns for food, common.

Schooled all empty minds with a spongeful of sticks & stones to throw at the King and Queen

The Historical is hysterical if you put the reverence to rest, once and for all, think cave of Man

Empty and dark until the colors were perceived by a mutant from the RNA malfunction dream

Images moving as cinema flashes light through a thin film of chemical reactive cookies & cream.

Still hungry with The Jones of my addiction, bursting the balloon with sheer immortality spins

Around in coracles, wobbling to and fro, one way, one man, one oar, a hit and run bully's sins

Expect nothing & everything comes at you without regard for your attention, you shot the dope

Stoned and shattered by the gangster rat-a-tat boom-boom, regardless, the holy man is the pope.

Inherited nothing from it all, everything was here & will be here forever, except my superego set

Id, Super Ego & little ol' me doin' what can't be done by anyone else, just breathe in & out of it

No other way to belong to the group, it's the only way to be on the narrow path's crossroad debt

Left over the karma your ancestors are responsible for, it's not fair to pay by acting like an idiot.

Thirty or a thousand miles away from the Truth because it's always right there inside your head

Cow's teat milk & honey help to keep empty minds alive for a while, a timeline that's divine fed

By the unknown, that you know, feels like there's one more chance to succeed, to never bleed

Strong forever until the final blow of rotten teeth & bad breath even Listerine couldn't read.

Damn skippy I'm right, on the far left, center or far right, it's a straight line to die on the fly

Honor and respect for the ones who weren't lucky enough to be all too human, like Ma & Pa

Needed the two to tango in order to become the holy roller you are today, it's credit to be high

Soul and body aches gone with a gasp, walked on the lonely road, its was home, I'm The Guy!

Killin' me with pain 'cause I call your name when I know you ain't there, no answer comes

Grind the grounds until the brew is satisfactory and you've gotta go to Hell and get all gone

No freedom to choose this young minds, you gotta go if you came in peace and love, go home

Know & believe this, aliens are an all too humane future's past, simultaneous ape-snake bone.

There's a hot fire in the hole, it's time to beware of the dogs behind the gates of the nether-ice

Everywhere outside of the warm quilts and covers of your down-feather mattress are 2 dice

One is a die & two are dice, it's a straight line between 2 points, if it curves there's hope at all

Atoms fill the universe, named gas at random for no reason, once lost in Space, it's terminal.

Digest the appropriate fuel for the eternal trip, you won't masticate, fornicate or excrete it all

What was is no more, alone without anyone else anywhere sensible by high IQ or ESP, I fall

Down below the threshold of sensation, happiness a memory of a collision Hit, all accidental

Hence, there's no reason for Life of any form to exist on Earth, yet here we are, ain't that Hell?

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, June 9, MMXXIV Anno Domini @1111 AMPST

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