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Sunday, July 20, 2025

#MakeAWishBaby #ITwillComeTrue

#THROWwooDOWN
C-NOTE SPENT ON A BAD BLUNT
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Free to roam the north and south poles, to float or fly around spouse & wife
Hills all used to be completely underwater, mountains were buried in H2O
Dream of my greatest grandparents, to find a reasonable caveat to survive
Nobody gets out alive and no one knows the Truth, a blind Faith, blown jive.

Matilda & Popeye up and ran away with the spoon, dollar bill y’all you know
Shy or bold, do what you can to get your dithers or look out up/down below
Love ate the heart, chewed the beats, pumped fire hydrants’ water in streets
Dead ends or back streets loving balls of the foot, base, extra point baskets.

Seen & heard or heard & unseen, parallel lines of existence, luck of the draw
On a plateau walkin’ along a ridge ‘til the time arrived for a 2nd incarnation
Strike out 24 batters in a row & you’ve got a perfect game, a Syndrome sin
Lies out of my mouth while lying down in the lay of the land, all is out & in.

Rose up from the rigor mortis’ joint freeze-out, ghost of a spiritual quirk
Melted the frozen tundra until it began to melt the rock, roll an earthquake
Drunk on the alcohol that runs in between brain synapses, immersed jerk
Off the plantation as it should be, galivanting from pebbles to a stonework.

Island drifting in appearance only, the H2O is evaporating into Outerspace
Buzzards & all flyin’ insects have all of the keys to the padlocks’ interface
Interference of the clarity turning counter-clockwise on a highway to Hell
Means Blues turns into the people’s hillbilly moonshine to a farmer’s dell.

Ennui fillin’ up the empty tank between your ears, vacant sign blinks off
Narrow path in the middle will lead us all to the end, like it or not it’s on
Unemployed skills at the ready, fully loaded for the task at hand or less
Help nobody crying for it, aid those that need & desire ultra happiness.

Quiksilver, platinum, gold and brass rolled into magnetic balls of fire
Unsaved for a future moment that’s not only invisible but also so dire
Dire straits containing the evaporation, protecting territorial virginity
Stolen hero valor & annexed dry land without ocean, lake or river city.

Mothers got out of town fast, packed bags & flew the coup in due time
Orphaned the boys & girls who barely knew that this life’s but a dream
Rollin’ down the rivers downstream to the lakesides, seaside’s of sand
Man and woman, boy or girl, eggs split by the “XY” gamete, too human.

Mirror reflecting my drinking, it makes no problem disappear, as I think
Or maybe I won’t think about it at all, it’s a dream within a dream, a fink
Of mice & my entrails, graves of cemeteries and Davey Jones’ lock of sea
All encompassing, eternal universe, blinkin’ 32 times, It’s good to be free.

Alewife fish were underwater then they got crowded in a great evaporation
Fake life was becoming extinct as we know it, this is the species’ extinction
Tick tock sound of a certain alarm clock, continues to discontinue the flows
Ask yo’ mama, Truth is you’re ‘A’ drip leftover by a random guy’s job-blows.

What a jamochs these people are, populating the area’s blood, sweat & tears
Beans into the mix, gas blown into proportion of that thing, smiling fears
On the beginning of the line, it starts and then it’s immersed into the mood
Heart in a soul, elevated superpower’s sucker punch, blow job’s holy food.

Spermatozoa rhyming with the protozoa, scum of the Earth the medium low
Everything with or without a word said, meaning of life is too low of a blow
Doctors can’t alleviate the pain with a pill or magic spell of witch or warlock
Allstar Twitter “X”, wields omnipotent power, suffer, I’ll absorb you, Block!

Die today or tomorrow but not yesterday, it’s the Truth about it all, Eureka
Find it & you will never forget, you go to the party & you’re experienced, uh
I kid you not, serious certainty cannot be overlooked, get ready to stay set
It’s a go, Houston we have a problem, Space is empty, God’s dead? You bet.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 7-19-2025 AD @ 333 PMPST
{ Crushed a ditty to jam of @AmyWinehouse #GrapvineJam LIVE @ https://youtu.be/9PpWBS3mf7w?si=pQ_u6MLssAKTmwCB & #PrettyWoman clip @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KFvoDDs0XM&list=RD3KFvoDDs0XM&start_radio=1 } 
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