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If you knew what I know, you might choose to leave the Earth before your Time
Out of the hidden annals of the legends, 9 sages echo perennial stops on a dime
From our beginning up unto our individual ends, we save ourselves & one for all
It means something more than just being a friend and relative, pact above a soul.
9 times I’ve calculated an End, cubed sum of all things formed by faux-intellectuals
It’s the message that’s sacrosanct, it will never morph into any other conceptuals
Way back home, in a last pew at the back of the Catholic Church, St. Xeno District
Hope that faith will last while charity is depleted and summarily becomes, Extinct.
Drive with a steering wheel I stay made of U.S. Steel, formed by U.S. gods of Hell
Where angels fear to go without a security backup team, the target in a nutshell
Pretending that prayers help the suffering for transgressions & unforgiven sins
It works for a bit or long time depending on your soul sacrificing curmudgeons.
It’s true and never false that I know nothing, in particular, I am what I am, a sin
Breaking bread with the babbling brood of my invisible, undivided ego-attention
Rocks rolling and popping like there’s no tomorrow, gone back to my old school
Moment in time, with Opal eyes & azure skin mutation, mama raised no diva fool.
What you see is what you get, 99 bottles of beer on the wall, on down to last call
It swigs and I swig, it ingests & I digest on down to the last bottle, it’s uncorked
In a garden state outside Eden, growth of seeds causes a world’s final, wonk-effect
Split atoms atop fused molecules evaporated Earth’s H2O, @Caitlin_Clark dark.
I know you don’t GAF about a thing, it’s your #MO little sister & big brothers Bad
Know this, there’s light shining because of exploding gas like there’s no tomorrow
I like the disliked & love the hated yet there’s nothing to peruse, no cave wall rave
Inevitably there’s blinding light on your retina to show you that all Nothing is safe.
Nothing gets by me, it’s all for Nothing & you’ve got Nothing to worry ‘bout man
Woman and the progeny, descendants of the legendary immortal, Mr. Sandman
There’s a mystery here but a method to the madness reveals a hint to twist it all
Into a gordian knot no one can untie, private and public one & the same in a ball.
Ready or not to come to the End of Life, you will arrive before or after myself, God
If atheism has any capital invested in the Void, there’s 1 answer, Spaceman’s awe
Trippin’ out of your mind, into the matrix’ fodder that no cow eats to please a bull
Chewing the fat, bit off more than could be chewed, choke Heinrich, death’s dead.
Fly or run away ‘til caught, dressed & burnt or boiled into soft DNA, metabolize it
Call me crazy but if you’ve altar food, shelter, safety & martial art skills, it’s the s#it
Smoking shelter limiting critters, cannot surprise & sneak storage, that’s what it is
Playin’ your fake words’ love agape, game over, it isn’t so, that I am all of that, Jizz.
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c. Mercredi, June 4th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
Drafted while jammin’ to @DarrylHall
concert #HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/_riPxSYuaOo?si=x2b9gpLeSAT92nLi }
NEITHER ROBINSKI NOR BATMEN
Ode to Armstrong and Getty
In the morning light, their voices rise,
Armstrong and Getty, witty and wise.
Through waves of air, their laughter flows,
A beacon of humor where knowledge grows.
With wit unmatched and topics vast,
They tackle the present, the future, the past.
From politics bold to tales of the day,
They guide their audience, their unique way.
A duo so sharp, a match of delight,
They brighten the hours and banish the night.
Debates may spark, and opinions may soar,
Yet respect and reason lie at their core.
Oh, Armstrong and Getty, your banter inspires,
Igniting minds, setting hearts afire.
In the realm of radio, you reign supreme,
A dynamic pair, an unstoppable team.
So here's to the voices that color the air,
To moments of insight beyond compare.
Armstrong and Getty, forever stay true,
For mornings are brighter, all thanks to you.
Love Philadelphia Freedom Shining On Me
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