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SMACKDOWN MIDDLE OF THAT

This here story is a saga or maybe just a dangling modification of the original sin of the human

Wings clipped, can’t run away and can’t hide from the justice that’s always a ham sandwich fan

Without Justice, there ain’t any for anybody, karma never comes into play when the end is near

Closer than you’ve ever thought since reaching the age of reason, apprehended pain in the rear.

The age of payback for the incorrect judgement causes of negative life forces to strike willy nilly

Without intent & only raw power moving from the origin in every direction from a spun center

Dragons, dinosaurs both in flight & grounded or water bound, imaginary fire spitting worm birds

How else to describe monsters who look nothing like images of you or your kin, Spake words!

Hot or cold, it’s the end of the day, imaginary 24-hour spin & wobble of the dirty ball of stardirt

Fun or not, it’s all you’ve got, imagine the alternative & it’s unacceptable, we’re in a deep sleep

Came to advise you to awaken before you die & you’ll get the Truth as it’s always been, a whole

The shebang is completely undisclosed, overexposed & undercover by a unknown force of ‘x’.

Idiots, morons, ignoramuses & your nuts and ovaries have been terminated for the sake of love

Fools like that cannot be generated by divine sons and daughters of supernatural beings above

Below here is only down into the core, the center of the whirl, there ain’t a place called Singsing

It’s somebody’s bailiwick don’t you know, the fix is in that you didn’t know, Timing is everything.

For once in the life of dead people who won’t confess their dead ending in a cul-de-sac in synch

Fishing in the dead sea or in a lazy river without a flow in a sewer or lazy river, yo’ mama’s a fink

Even if you didn’t know your mother, you’re an orphan or an abandoned child of Mother Earth

Porridge is hot in the pot, it’s simmering awaiting the ladle to scoop the portion, of all there is.

Articles articulating nothing but blather, talking heads, flapping toothless gums into the highlife

Scum came out of the hot, liquid rock, exploding the implosion to infinity’s singularity & my wife

Beware of the fox, hungry & sneaky, beware of the pigs & cows & goats & horses, ride & eat ‘em

Drink chocolate milk, eat the hooves & innards, ride saddled bare back of a hot steed’s system.

According to Matthew, Mark, Luke & John there is life after death, how’s It goin’ for them now?

Whole truth or not, there’s a reason for Madness you can’t fathom with your weather-vane blow

It’s either the solstice or the equinox, there’s no other spin on the revolutionary guard chivalry

Once around the block, around the sun, around the totality of the things themselves, 3rd eye Z.

From A, the sound of air comin’ through open, stretched Fonzi lips, like this, “Ehhhhhh, heaven”

Confirmation or Bar mitzvah for all or none, cut the thing, see the God, bad & ugly miscreation

Younger than wise old beards, no choice but to run far & fast until there’s nothin’ but 7’s & 11’s

In the ballroom with the bears in white sox, can’t dance a lick but can carry a tune to the Sun.

Begin with infantile, all too human brains which will house mature, nurtured gold of heretofore

A mind with power to will causes to precede intended effects, as above, so below so to speak

I know you know it all, what Dead animal-mammalians all know for survival-extinction’s sake

There’s no alternative to the uncertainty principle, knowledge’s impossible, y’all hear the roar.

Chocolate covering of the bismarks’ sweet bread, infusion of vanilla custard to addict the sweet

Causing a reverence to the disease of the pleased sweet-tooth tastes of the country’s city street

Dead end or not, it was a home run line, at one high curb that put wild-eyed drunks to the floor

One place to park on a one-way, dead-end street so passengers couldn’t exit the curbside door.

You all know ethical theories, the right, wrong, good, bad, ugly & downright evil in appearance

In reality’s final end, when all's said & done, fool’s errand to come & go with a silly fool’s face

Betrayed by your former friend you misjudged to be a close old school amigo, just press play

All of the things and I mean everything comes down to mud on your boots & scent hid today.

Old hillbillies know answers to all the questions, Alabama, Tennessee, Florida, Georgia peaches

Wisdom from Maine to Washington & California, Arizona, New Mexico on to Texas up to Illinois

Where wouldn’t anybody want to go to live their life’s days and nights without stress and strife

Blood given for gold, but gold can’t keep the heartbeat in cue, hated husband love your alewife.

Bread in the pockets built into the plastic & magnetic strip, your digits are in a bank’s final scene

Moving to & fro because of your nervous twitch may have saved you from an immortal wound

Looking around 360 degrees, Ferris wheel in my head on a tilt-a-whirl swivel, merry-go-round

For no pretender can I salute and spill that wine’s inner sanctum, on a wooden floor in Queens.

I’ll hold your feet to the fire if for some odd reason I need to know the Truth’s nothing android

In old-school jury of One, I am what I am & that’s all I can be, right or wrong, Popeye navy fuss

Matter and all forms it takes due to random genetic recombination, supernatural DNA gold dust

From the closest or furthest galaxy from this Milky Way, there is a supra-natural, a holier void.

Any state of any continent civilized on the oceans of Earth, lucky to be here & now all betwixt

Complicated scat to divulge to innocent yet highly intelligent young women & men in the Mix

Out of school into a job, motherhood, military service, penitentiary bound, it takes 13 mutants

A lot or a few in the petri dish of germs, leftover by the gods or divine invisible thirteen ghosts.

You had it all without knowing you were about to lose it all, just to do it all again, pay attention

On every single day you wake up whether you’re #Woke or just unawakened under this hot Sun

I got the way to move your carcass from the sheriff to the marshal and you know it will be cool

Like more frozen than you’d ever hope to be, like a 24-hour mood dying to stay around the pool.

Jumpin’ in off the diving board, it’s easy to see over the fence but then loss of focus’ belly flop

Bitten piece of the apple, rotten or not, there’s a price to pay for disobedience, grab a hot mop

Havin’ the commandments under control is all you’ve got to do; it is artificially intelligent to be

At one point, world shakin’ underfoot, an Earth quakes like Hehl on Dirty Planet’s rockin’ seas.

North, south or around in the Infinite’s fake elliptical circles fool’s errands incomplete missions

Forgotten in the incarnation of the pretender’s soul, wisp of a ghost out of human eye minions

Self-rollin’ just to smoke a little smoke, ground resulting flowers from the seeds from the moon

All of Things themselves used to be on the moon, redneck paradise silence ‘shine, homegrown.

You believe the sagas of your mamas & papas, it ain’t your fault, you ain’t getting’ high or low

Real good times can be had for a moment in your & my time, so girls, look out the down below

Dancin’ and singin’ for no reason other than to be happy about being alive without fears’ pain

Dining in or out with the good, bad & the ugly is what it’s all about for divine’s spark, I’m all in.

Dodging bullets can only be done with luck and plans B, C, D, E & F if there need be alternatives

We the people of United States of America have no amnesia or need to be the dead high fives

Ready or not, the most power has the high ground & the low ground, illusions of success’ debt

When you live a hundred years, more or less than the whole shebang, Adam ‘knew’ Eve, upset?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, August IVth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

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