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Friday, July 05, 2024

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THINKING DNA SURVIVAL SIGNALS
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If & only if you move from the front of the classroom to the rear end of the last row of desks
Then you’ll have firsthand knowledge of the thing itself, ABC’s & 1,2,3’s in fortunate son risks
Whether you’re the son or daughter of one of those Ones, it only matters that you’re a copy
Knowing that or being ignorant of that fact of life is paramount to existential success entropy.

I jest for fun, my love for my own physical skull and bones is unrequited, the joke’s on y’all
As above, so it is below it all, talking about the sky up to space & down to a call center fate
One planet in the middle of nowhere, ancestors’ speculation holding presence, lost the ball
Eternal recollection amnesia, forgetting all survival skills other than terminate divine threat.

Talking incessantly about freedom & equality will bring out the cyborgs to keep the peace, so
If you think I’m not serious about that speculation, look out your window & listen to AM radio
Right & Left, philosophies of economic blunder studied in a post-secondary educational sieve
Women & men all learn behavior as Pavlov’s stray dogs did, you know nothing but do believe.

Time, future comes to present the moment which passes to the past in no time at all, yawn
In and out of the pie hole your life’s narration will go, testing a blind faith in sunset’s dawn
Woke up and staying awake during the lecture wasn’t important, just acing the final grade
In the end, it’s all about the Benjamins America, no accounting, yo! Bonnie & Clyde dust.

Hold up the banks & thrift stores with a plastic & rubber dagger, held to the throat of a dupe
The mask is on but it covers an alien head & face, if you want to see something really stupid
Then you’ll want to turn all of the lights off & close the blinds, you’re bein’ scared to death
Enjoy the gut feeling of fear going away from your solar plexi, all y’all hold your bad breath.

Teach the children who were innocent babies that they’ve inherited guilt for another’s sin
Talking whichever creation story you choose, somehow, this began & appears will be bitter
Nobody can work out a deal, the formula is this atomic energy is merely accelerated matter
Know this is to know it all, it is power to know this when nobody else does, soul searchin’.

It’s a vision of maggots infiltrating your cool brain where your mind was housed in focus
From the birth of a cool soul to the demise of holy hot body and mind, all there is to it, us
Without us, there’s no purpose other than spin, wobble, rotate & revolve about a demigod
Fire burning to bring the heat on the naked ape skin, it’s the star we call The Sun of God.

On the wave of my lifetime, just allowed Big Sur surf to give me a boogie man booster shot
I hit the bottom of the sand head first, then consciousness disappeared in an instant spot
It looked like it was weak and whacked but it was mighty and imaginary time’s river flow
Conclusion, act like life’s a dream even if it ain’t a dream, live it anyway like no tomorrow.

Disoriented after a deep sleep in a soft bed of cushions, silk sheets & hot white blankets
Arise from the dream state remembering what never happened IRL, then it happened too
Within the unknown, a will to power gets circumcised with the foreskin of the RNA injector
Avoiding disease of that one thing keeps the species evolution intact, still guys’ dirty sexy.

Fish in the pond, you know the routine, you see them, you leave them alone, they swim
Until the water fails to nurture nature and bogs down into a swamp for gators’ whims
That’s anything alive gets swallowed whole, trapped by the jaws of life & can’t get away
Nobody gets out alive, yet I digress, be honest, teach babies young, hey, what did I say?

Known old wise men who died just like the mass killers, bombers of the Wars I, II & III
Barking up the wrong tree will get you right where you want to be, no Depends on & off
Up and down, strong legs & arms or none at all, bad teeth replaced by dentures of gods
A Homer forever ‘til we’re a hundred more or less, infinite cash in the stache & hotrods.

Po’ and rich have nothing to do with paradise afterlife, Ghetto secrets in codex words-up
They lead our feet to push on until they can’t move any more, it’s six feet down for my kin
Betting on a sure thing is difficult but since I’m in charge of the whole shebang, I’m all in
Details in the conclusion, assumptions just pretensions of the good & bad in my tea cup.

If you can never lose, might as well keep playin’ until entry is denied, just keep rockin’
You got enough to buy food & a place to sleep, you have no ticket to afterlife paradise
Knowing the Truth & leaving Nothing out of the picture, it’ll help when depression sets
No filter for the raw data and sewage which will mix at a finale, the fixed rate sure bets.

You said you knew you existed because you convinced yourself that thinking was proof
But the moment your chromosomes came to be, it was random revolution of this spoof
Happy to be absurd & peculiar, hilarious to one, funny to none, it’s my forte, livin’ right
Pink Cadillac, pedal dropped, ridin’ on the freeway, I-5 Mexicali-Mendocino, good fight.

I’d expect nothing more nor less than droppin’ tops when in my Cadillac, flip tops down
Truckers appreciate it, drop the pedal & GO, you know how it’s done, OMG don’t frown
Livin’ in the right the second I took the wrong left, got the social pit of sharing my blue
With the lunatics and coyotes who expect to share the fortune & shame you for it too.

For the service of mankind that ain’t here yet, I’ll be gone once they come, now hear this
Day'll come & you’ll wonder no more, lookin’ at love dying and the dead body of pizzazz
Chances are most of us won’t die today but some will, let me bid y’all adieu, it’s the sign
On I -5 freeway doin’ 75, cherry tops chasin’ my Pink Caddy & tankers up the grapevine.

by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, July Vth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Severed out of the Matrix with a church key & never you mind about the exercise, fill out the forms & sign ‘em by the deadline, I was also JAMMIN’ to #RidinOnTheFreeway in a loop @ArethaFranklin link @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA }
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