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DO NOT BOW UP!
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What Would Jesus Do? Ask T
To Die For Neighbors & Enemies.
DON’T PARK YOUR TESLA NEAR MY MASERATI GHIBLI, MONSIEUR
Speedbumps every 20 feet you roll on down highway 1 on the coast, too many “S” curves too
On any given day or dark night, there is nobody I’d rather drive on the One with other than Boo
She knows who she is, I don’t want to drop names to impress all 80 I know in the peanut gallery
Mercurial drive far from a Kauai farm of pocololo, drivin’ the sport Bentley, Weed to Monterey.
In some way shape or form, lucky or not, y’all get down to Santa Cruz’ beach’s elder boardwalk
Get some chowder & crackers & sit down to watch the sea gulls & assorted wildlife dive for fish
Most people will never see what I saw, what many but not everyone has observed, on the cuff
Hearts broken into a trillion pieces, the reward for a Valentinian love is rejection in the hot buff.
Nevertheless, it’s automatically going to be a problem for you & I because everything is just that
A problem is our problem to solve & move far away from the cause of the conundrums of fate
Maybe this or that, fill in the blanks to predicate the subjects & objects, adverb adjectives
If prepositions & interjections go too far, just use the first conjunction that comes to your mind.
All the above, tools for the control of the narrative, better me than you or anyone else, all good
Imagine you were one seeing things from the point of view of a 73-year-old man, you’d be rude
But anyway, it’s good to know for certain that the kids can return to classes, state slaves all back
Hostages taken no more, it’s what happens when the imagination fails to accommodate a stack.
What will you do when an illegal immigrant comes to homestead in your house? Cry or guffaw?
Self-Defense for the offense allowed, it’s me, myself & I for the triad of nominees nobody saw
Coming or going whether you like it or not, grim reaper has no choice but to reap what’s sewn
Seed to fruit of the vine, everything is everything, ad infinitum, no lies, mortal job is all blown.
Bury the hatchet deep, in a manner of speaking meaning just forget about it, ain’t no big thing
On the other hand, fate even awakens the woke when a final gasp of gas comes in & goes out
A moment of silence to gather your fixed agenda of cause & effect, mindless clutter, jib jabber
It is difficult to solve some problems, the conundrums without solutions that burn my rubber.
Creating exoplanets and animated life forms inhabiting them, at least here on Earth, that’s Life
It’s all just what is dust on my boots when I’m down after being high in April, up/down in May
The demi gods are in charge of causes and effects of Life on Earth, conception to last watch
Completed contract-mission is what I stand up for, attention General Quarters, go get a wife.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 1- XXVIth – MMXXV Anno Domini @2111 hours PST
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