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Thursday, March 20, 2025

#EGAD #GreatGodAlmighty #TAXMAN #TimingsEverything #MyDinnerWithAndre #PhilosophicalDialogue

YOU KNOW NOTHING’S MORE REAL THAN NOTHING, 
THEORETICALLY, AD INFINITUM
Systematic beyond control of The Will itself, the thing itself within the brain’s mind shaft
It’s about that time to face the Truth about the Facts of Life, objective tripe of funk craft
Pinch of love and hate will crosspollinate the plantation of masters & slaves, to be or not
Now and then, words become known to the minions to spread like a viral infection knot.

Seering the flesh and charring the bones, a solar heavy frequency cooked it all on Earth
No escape from the planet, we couldn’t get out & we couldn’t stay away since star birth
You’re a Betty, you’re a Bobby, Barbie & Ken got married to beget living dolls unmoved
As God used to be before the Big Bang, Unmoved Mover instigator in chief of a groove.

Park @Teslas diagonally or double park by payors’ parking meters, runnin’ their game too
Can’t get out the place, the space is bumper to bumper, door to door, violins play so blue
Hawks high, eagles higher, spirits above & below the stratosphere, y’all oughta kill the mic
No need to cast aspersions into Space far away, you too will be zero sum or extinct Reich.

Give It all you’ve got, it’s like the life of Homer Simpson or O.J. before the USC, on the grid
BTW man or woman coming first or second matters a lot to the creator and punisher in chief
Punish everything alive because it’s all in, guilt by association, irrationality of Cock Supreme
Bringin’ y’all back to the fear & loathing of the innocent and guilty of the original sin scheme.

Pints, quarts & gallons of fuel burnt for the sake of survival in the rat race without the vermin
Neo Marxism hurts my soul that was born free & will not succumb to mere mortal, venial sin
Hummin’ a tune between whistling Dixie & singin’ a song that remains the same, keep it up
Hope and Faith in the assumption that all living animals feel empathy for every other schlep.

Winning whenever somebody loses the games, either with or without rules of the Tesla roads
Insurance accidents of domestic terrorism committed by all mentally ill or tight knots of toads
Nothing personal for this phenomenon, it’s Nature’s suggested method of species extinction
Picking all the right answers on the multiple-choice exam yielded an “A” for the Time session.

You, me & every single human being ever alive or who’ll ever be alive in the future are like me
Dinner at an Italian restaurant is all I can recall of the dates out at night with you, with Andre
Philosophical dialogue setting the bums up with the weapons with bowstring or triggers set
Mumps, chickenpox & German measles of the gene pool, soul search losers, I bet, you bet!

In no way, shape or form is the matter of atoms’ molecules visible, ghostly heads
Spiritual or emotional because everything seems so physical yet it’s hell in shreds
Talkin’ about everything from the sun to the moon and in between invisible charm
All news isn’t necessarily good news if it’s bad news for One American, blinders on.

Follow me on the board of 64 squares a moment or two, whatever you can spare
Struggle for you & for me because we ain’t the One with almighty power, mercy me
Now and then some people can’t comprehend the nuances of the secretive legacy
Mothers and fathers didn’t know the Word of Gold’s rock in the quarry of regency.

Little by little, the meaning of living on Earth is divulged to the meek & innocent ilk
Shocking enlightenment is the necessary & sufficient condition for it, chocolate milk
Elixir of the ghosty heads of the states from the alpha to the omega, drank in a slurp
Straight down the old pie hole, ne’er a drop falls except into the crypt of an evil perp.

Fiction accidentally preceded the way it’s done, the anomaly of being all too human
Divinity an extrapolation of the thing itself all done in the name of love for The Man
Not the Godfather but a Father, be-came in excitement due to friction of God’s sons
Schizophrenic schizoid deducing reasons for premises leading to logical conclusions.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, March XXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1000 hours PST
{ Drafted while in utero in July 1951, stuck in the womb while listenin’ to @TomWaits #HeartattackAndVine on #UsedSongs (1973-1980) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/EVkYYcRWJc0?si=CmBtF2IaRXO9L8VI }

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