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#BROKENHALO WHEN EVERYTHING ABOVE IS ONE TOTALLY BLACK & HOT PINK CADILLAC

Here to teach the flocks of naïve & innocent souls through no fault of their own, lost in Space
It’s all about the love in the jungle where it’s kill or be killed for breakfast or lunch in the face
Of the descendants and their kin, the ancestors have left their marks, the writing on the walls
In concrete caves, on rock/dirt walls are scratches of commands to empty Montezuma’s halls.

From Tripoli to Rockford, only the strong survive until the bitter end when we all gotta go to it
Ends of the most far-fetched tale ever told, saga of serial nightmares, broken wings truly do fit
Here, now forever man & woman making more of the same that used to be, Sun’s bye & bye
God before the planet’s awareness of itself, the sea of knowing Nothing but solid, liquid, fly.

Learned the way is narrow and not for anyone who loves the place in Space where they thrive
Remain aware that without your senses, sight & sound can’t allow the illusion to be a live hive
Gone before they knew it, the buried in boxes & repatriated ash in the wind & sea, saved soul
Flight neither up nor down, thoughts’ idea of a brain’s creation was Reality ala divinity’s hole.

Science & scientists who direct the causes & effects to help the broken halos’ grounded wings
Got the conclusion in an imaginary priest who came from & went back to the bye & bye, sings
Melody of the unforgotten with the pickin’ & grinnin’ it deserved, just for being the absolute
Relativity in the General & Specific category of the Substance & Form, a Word remains moot.

Stay in the groove, the long playing record may be more or less RPM’s than what’s normal 45
Deduced inductions required for a thing itself to originate the empty symbols of dead & alive
When you’re gone, its all over, no hell or heaven because of a free will of original signal signs
Monuments of high rocks eventually will atrophy above, as below into supernova gold mines.

Answers to rhetorical questions have flavor of their own, easy to be amused at the facts of life
Those immutable truths about broken halos that used to fly, neither here nor there, my wife
Out or in a busy drive-thru to get it, animal-style, double-double with crisp, French-fried spud
On the road in no time, sky’s the limit just because it’s all there is, war is over it, cryptic blood.

I’ve got a secret that I can’t remember, it’s under lock & key inside of a box’s total emptiness
Deep-fried chicken and innards of them, the chitlins, the guts full of bird scat, eat 12 eggs less
Bacon bit meat of pigs, jerky meat of the cows & bulls of four-legged species, hunted & fished
Burned atoms into wavelengths and frequencies too high or low to mix up dead in a bunkbed.

I entered the cockpit in front of the pilot who rolled me around in outer space, ready to rock
Once the aircraft left gravity & increased velocity toward heaven, it was a point of no return
Mouth shut except for response to command inquiries, “How you doin’? Everything solid?”
My response, “Fine, sir, yes, sir, solid! Copy that.” I feel as if my brain’s turned to Kool-Aid.

Liver allowing no poison to enter the pure system of immortal breathing Space in and out
The atmosphere to the lungs and back, the odor from the burnt Earth’s crude, Earth’s pout
Alone without another being, human or otherwise, even celluloid replicas better than Zip
Yet, nevertheless, white buffalo calf born to the black buffalo is the divinity’s record skip.

Superstitious life to believe you’re gonna die & be alive in a non-corporal way, I mock y’all
You’re all a mockery, priestly preachers’ cleric staffs of the saving Corp’s guilty pleasure ball
Earth, a planet, a burnt asteroid-like nature, ejected from Big Bang triggers knockin’ knees
Bones exposed to children, now they’ve gone psychotic & neurotic until graduation’s keys.

Up unto the hilt, squeeze your bagpipes and twang your juice harps to trigger the warnings
Beware of the immortal black dogs, you’re the food for thought, as an unholy canary sings
About Shakespeare, about Socrates & the progeny of the idiots swingin’ extinction, all dead
Here’s your bonus, here’s your penalty, break even, prefabricate the lead, it’s Gold, Ahmed!

Nobody gets too far on their own, need your mama’s milk or a substitute nurture, maybe us
All of us are the required essence, nobody gets out alive, we’re all in it together, git on the bus
Cookies and pickles, eggrolls and sausage tortillas persuade the starving & it’s just bull’s chit
Picking you or me before the game begins is cool, the end game is always, I win, you lose it!

I rolled with it baby, I didn’t lose my soft/hard touch, it’s locked into the program’s desires
Higher or lower than the bottom-up line, I’m where it’s at, where it has to be, straits are dire
Sweet as honey and as bitter as the ends, here’s a Big Butt for your gigabytes, one supreme 9
They know nothing about assumptions, probability knowledge is possible is Nil, that’s Nein!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 1st MMXXIV Anno Domini 711 AMPST
{ Boys to Men, Crush The Boys, Man Be Unkind, DIK, blasted this chit while listening to
#MyMix #ArethaAndMyPix on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dtd3Wzn_YK8?si=Gq-SC-9jgWIeR6bJ }

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