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HIGHLIGHT THE DARK SIDE TO SEE THE TRUTH

#GoBears in #TwoBits

Keep your mind on the bull’s eye, the 1st prize you win is a Peace Prize piece as if it shed

Light on the middle path displays the only meaning of life to all living things, every atom

In the end as it was in the beginning, every single thing larger than an atom will be dead

Someday, some way or another, the inevitable result of the Big Bang is a Tiny Peep, bam.

Dollars and nonsense mix the mental recordings into a hodgepodge of Reason and Rhyme

When it all comes down to one bottom line, since it’s invisible & non-existent, out of Time

On the easy money, gold, silver certificates, copper & lead nickels, silver drops of holy fear

Hillbilly pop opposite of the adjacent, infinite lines winds up lost in the muck, blood & beer.

Recover the days y’all lost before you came in front of me, you now know what you thought

Inside of the womb, prior to childbirth, every zygote and fetus fills the Void of Reality sought

Mark the dots, the finite lines and shapes of symbolic UFO scientology, it’s all a cosmic stiff

Unraveled your yarn to expose the empty center where Nothing remains after the guitar riff.

Alright as right can be, left out on the precipice of 2 number lines, angles & infinite shapes

One preconconceived notion above air’s ocean, breathing exhaled O2 from misanthropes

In this or another zoo, below & above this here & that there, fathered the mothers’ bad kids

I take full responsibility for everything out of my hands, reward & punish me on pallet skids.

Sixteen penny spikes, nailed to the oak and pine, spruce to birch, crosses of the well-hung

Makin’ the whole Monday to Sunday week that repeats ad infinitum, I got an itch to get flung

Across the street or over the freeway underpass, subways & elevated trains don’t even care

One or two bits to get on & get off, it’s the only way to go around The Loop, the travel fare.

Pick a hand, there’s something in both, one of the hands has a piece of gold, the other coal

You can exchange the items for indulgences on the back porch, smoking with a deep bowl

Swam in the hole, swung from the tree’s long-hangin’ vine, or was it a battleship rope chug

Blown smoke out the smokers & the hotlips of the kinfolk & cousins, huggin’ & kissin’ bug.

Hashtag word up from the get-go and ad infinitum to the Singularity sucking all of us within

Go to the rear of the class before you graduate from indoctrination of the cerebral cortex

You may not pay attention to the training, hence you’ll be undertrained with less overvalue

Obnoxiousity is an accidental reaction to being annoyed by a pompous, blind faith screw.

Will to the power of the hour cannot exceed it’s full capacity, there’s no reserve to add at all

High as the window in the tower, smoke burns into the brain’s grey matter, thoughts & mind

Where it’s all happening for real, philosopher-scientists positing more than a Chicago scent

Dead fish on the beaches, dumped disaster from the big city into the deep end just to find.

Blind eyes, blind faith & blind alleys contain absolutely no ultraviolet ion or infrared wave

Subatomic and galactic status assigned to matter at rest and in motion, particulate shave

Smooth or rough display of the games of fools, relatives & community of riff raff homeless

Appears that it’s all there is, then we die, others dispose of us, dead air for eternity’s bliss.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Janvier XVII^th        MMXXVI Anno Domini @1615 hours

{ Drafted while listenin’ to mystery juice @ https://youtu.be/OOHTaknPTek?list=RD3KGA_8CSmsI }

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1992 PONTIAC FIREBIRD   MY WINGS  92-97

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