#BlackHoles & #RocksThatRoll #AvoidVoidAndroids

IT’S A ONE-WAY STREET TO THE BLACK HOLE’S SINGULARITY

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At sea, one of the seven is the same as the other six of them, God’s meteor filler

A fall out for no apparent reason, there was a loud Big Bang in a holy Black Hole

Nevertheless, everyone alive with freedom to choose to be a free hooker whore

Not a joke for laughing or crying over spilt milk, in line with all ancient tale lore.

Evil is Live spelled in reverse, that’s important to be aware of, linguistic certainty

Thriving inside & outside of the closed cell stratosphere, Life is a germ of the Sea

Don’t knife the shooter, not a dagger at an origin mother’s father, at one in hell

Only you know & I know that nobody knows anything, knowledge is impossible.

Rye grows wild and becomes tame cracker jacks in a box, popcorn in caramel nut

Fill your whole empty cube from ceiling to basement, down to the core with nug

Pits down below the darkness and far from any bright light of burning gas’ Void

Live inside of the womb of the Milky Way, you do already, you bloody spheroid!

Oh Bam! Uh, don’t you know that you are no citizen Kane or another American

Give away your tax money to the drafters of the Bills approved by Congress men

More men than women, more power in the gender numbers not in the genome

Of xy & xx being a recombination equity & inclusion in the fear & loathing, son.

Reality produces the species of sick & tired drones & the myths of cosmic soup

Talking to brick walls, preaching to the choirs are a valiant effort in futility loops

I know it, you know it, it’s the Truth & nobody can deny it unless they cop a lie

Charity ain’t Love, mere subsidizing inferior DNA produced by lusty gals & a guy.

Blind faith of tattletales who say words that declare truths that aren’t apparent

Obfuscation of everclear windowpanes that reveal Nothingness of Being, I sent

Who are the tattle tales? What do they want to tell? Secret society is you & I

Chicago, Tampa & Dallas have Time in Space to reveal punks in charge of a bus.

I have nobody closer than my own true self to reveal the obvious black ops of Ra

Created to protect Gold, a 747 tabernacle of invisible gems standing, gods’ papa

It’s a minimal expectation of success, to be immortal ala holy, disembodied soul

Annihilated the fried electronics, Truth be told, liars lie certainly, no rollin’ stone.

Graves in the ground named after Gravity itself, hiding bones & the living stench

Smoke and mirrors showing the images reflected in a mind unseen by the bench

No judges to conclude that justice is a ham sandwich, which it must be, I said it

Now if you believe it, it’s the Truth, Justice is One Ham Sandwich, @PigsheetFest.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, April Vth, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Crafted in a @RollingStones state of mine 1978 #MissYou on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xZHwmzJa2UM?si=6_0H90DzGwdinL5w&t=1 }

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