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BROTHER

DAUGHTERS OF BASTARDS' nightmares

Matter collides into a glob of atoms which have no names, think it’s all there is to It

Nobody knows Truth, innocents have nobody to produce guilty pleasures’ hit skit

Cause and Effect of the things that live & die without a reason, God to alt-crucify

Hence, we’ll self-flagellate until one final gasp, you’ll know the time, hot apple pie.

Pine cones' smoke above and hard rocks below lakes & rivers, dry-wet rain-pain roots

Nothing more nor less than everything from infinity & your mama, wore combat boots

I knew nothing before & I’ll know nothing after rigor mortis sets in, I fly high, hope so

I hate PC crashing, burning, returning to a junk yard of bones, ancestor-progeny flow.

Nothing you can fly in, zip scat you can cruise in, footloose within your mind, got the hots

Time I told, numbers counted, letters used to spell words, sentences' best seller called shots

Flow along a grooved-out red dirt & gold stone, American River to Eureka ore, carotid shelf

All blown out of a Big Bang or special creation of divinity nothing better to do with Life itself.

It is highly probable  you’ll follow my logic from premises to deduction, it’s indubitable too

Knowledge of anything is impossible, wise to practice a philosophy of life, hot witch’s brew

Kids go from zygote through elder adulthood dream-immortality, soul survivor God’s way

Nobody knows if it’s true because you lied, I always told the truth, music’s incredible all day.

Wizard had magic spells to last a century & then some, hard to be rock, that rhythm & blues

Man & woman promulgate 1 sin of Adam & Eve or whomever rocked the boat, rockin' stew

Hit you in the brain’s recollection of being mesmerized by female aliens, posin' too human

They were all more than a totality product of insemination or were they blurred lines' skin.

Below 0, 32 degrees Fahrenheit & lungs seize, brain freeze, frozen cadaver, all the same

Before all the folks mated, we were nowhere & wound up where we started, claim to fame

Epitaph typed, etched, carved in my above-ground granite, all that’s left, finale man, yeah?

Yet it’s the only way to go, always has been & will always be, lucky you got 1 shot, I'll say.

Only you know like I know sisters & brothers, none of this is our call gang of jets & rooks

Whether you were evil to the bone & the soul or just a poor, inept dupe, didn’t fit in a box

Absolute Truth ala Life on Earth's a happy ending, exact opposite of 1 Big Bang, dust of rocks

Orgasmic climax of a nervous system payoff for flubing to assist evolutionary fools of a box.

When I was 18 yo, freshman year of college, learned from Jersey boys slang, “Get Bent”, so

It went on and on for decades after that, after a 5th decade there were signs I flew like a crow

Every day I woke up while I was living in a dream within a dream, knew the gist's  royal scam

I began descended from Man & I'll fade away from civilization's homo sapiens on the lam.

Loving human beings who don’t live up the hill because they destroy everything live & well

It’s the yang of yin, a necessary condition of a black hole we’re not in but all systems are go

Points of the lines, angles & forms of abstract, two, three & four dimensional imaginary shell

Completed inequality in a return to a cosmic scatter, God ain’t chit, #TheSchitz, yoyo Moe!

War mongers begot products of egg pods, alien UFO’s can’t cause accidental human rat races

Seasick caused by peristaltic fluctuations of brain waves, dark-white shades' blank pale faces

Born through mother’s legs, she got pretty angry about a suffering mode morning sick spins

From there, the stars were the limit, five more after me, father found how an immortal sins.

Forgiveness to all who can’t be One in Time, due to pride's prejudice separation God's dead

See a rainbow’s kaleidoscope of hues, plethora of purple’s break, blue, green, yellow, infrared

Highness & lowness caught in between forces of good, bad & ugly random myths & secret set

Friends lived & died without a clue as to why they said Sunday prayers for original sin debt.

Fiddlesticks & pick-ups giving up the best signals to an inquiring mind, spin on yo' mama

Females of species from all forms of anaerobic life on Earth, planetary longevity yo’ papa

Nothing personal but without a full compliment of intell, success is a mission to ring a bell 

You can’t see what I mean, understand what you mean, playin’ balls' universal rules, Hell.

Destruction of Creation is the explosion progress & process of cosmic expansion, It's Time

Space’s sun, Our Star's burning too hot to handle, like the only one I need, wrapped in gold

Sublime, she sucks into her magical power & spells that drive my compulsion rocked-rolled

No desire for anything else, names on tombstones, #BentShapedSkinBone stop on a dime.

In love first until the corpse occurs before you knew it was possible, old Love or it's Nothing

Get what you get, more than you deserve if taking karma into account, Hell’s bells got a ring

Daughters & their sons waiting to see what’s happening to hating & children in dire straits

Inside hearts & souls, cardiac arrest & burning sulfur suckin’ souls, bowels of some ol’ rats.

Onward from a place in Space you are, right here & now to a place you’ll be in the next effect

First Cause on autopilot with you, commander-in-chief, blowin’ midnight confession wreck

Steady on the rudder, full speed ahead, all on autopilot as I  say before it happens, all magic

I can’t see or hear you at all, obviously can’t trace subliminal scents nor tastes of comedy, sic.

Watchin' clocks, sundial moves the same, shadows you can let in, win, place & show rag time

Races around in counterclockwise circles, but why? Try another way, steer to the right fine

Cribs with no possible probabilities of bottom feeders & angelic spirits without skin or bone

Dyin’ in California, got in a box, burrowed under a fool’s gold, California dream, Love alone.

Packed the dead & the rest that’s left alive to thrive in my backpack, deep pockets, 120 proof

In the mood to animate a thing you have inside, Time & Space collide high atop a thatch roof

Silence, no sound or beats, reason or rhyme, zero less zero leaves a Void hole in love with Ga

My tranquility I offer y’all, smile at a wake's funeral, in the cool of the evening, a Lady Gaga!

Knowledge unknown, secret wisdom classified, For Your Eyes Only, pull the trigger's scam

Blind faith in getting something for naught, an act of being ready to be extinct ala ignorance

Although you, & I are not responsible for the result, you’re cause of the effect, bytes & RAM

Admit it, take responsibility, it’s your fault after all, Hollywood to Norway, a stone romance.

Ended, in fire or ice, no sound, no sight, smelling, tasting & touching  coward Space, It, God

Or it’s Nothing, either way it’s complete metaphysics with subjects & predicates of hot Mud

Waiting for the spin & the roll, fallin’ down, gravity to the grave, eaten into a rich, hot goo

Forensics of Matter, fire, ice & canons, fire a 99 gun salute to fly pilots, Black Ice’s sky blue.

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r j j stephan i

c.  Dimanche, July 27, 2025 @ 0202 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #TimeLifePresentsThe60s on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HOAuDP6Dabw?si=iLF92UQfegpIvJpu }

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