SHOTS OF COURAGE & NEPHEWS NEVER DISAPPOINT UNCLES
Conceptual analysis of all too human OGs, four seasons per year, sorry, not sorry
Like a dry dream come true, there’s nothing twixt me & the cosmic horror story
It’s ironic at best and in the realm of journey over the airwaves of the godsmack
Bright or dull, it’s still light from the burning star we call The Sun, burns to black.
In the meantime, the artificial intelligence is merely the human race to capitalize
On the ways and means gifted to humanity by beings of another realm, y’all rise
On your feet & get ready to bow to the only person on Earth you’ll prostrate for
Opened eyes to see what’s been hidden in plain sight of the minions’ metaphor.
Cleanse your palate, dilute your consumption of quarks’ charm and love of Self
Race is on from the backstretch to the finish lines of New York, Philli & Chicago
Part of me is there & another part ain’t there, anywhere near an ocean sea shelf
I’ll get you there really quickly, as simple as Jack Spat, who could eat pizza to go.
Hearing is hard, and the sights are like being blinded by the oncoming headlights
The brights signal to the incoming driver that he/she/it has one’s brights on HIGH
Not to mention the fact that we’re then ridin’ blind and dirty, lockin’ in the rights
On the left, only if you wanna stand up & be protected by the 2nd sign of 3.14 ‘pi’.
Full disclosure isn’t as full as you believed with the blind faith you offered up to Ra
Men & women like sheep, corralled for their own good, wavy graves @RareEarth
Dingbat playin’ in a loop, from story’s origin to the finale, it’s all in the New Birth
Of your mice & men, a trilogy of confusion & destitution, from Origin’s under dirt.
You’ve got a lot of nerve, as much as anyone else born & raised here & now, hence
Go back to the good old days before you had power, now you've got it, jump rope
Code for the place you ought to be is #IxNay & never forget the #IxNay or you lose
The only way to open a door’s lock to the safe place is to recall & say abracadabra.
Thinkin’ that all Chicago police used to know my name, but I don’t know why, y’all
My grampas were two high guys of a Chicago candy factory & #HotFires of smoke
Broke it all down to the most common denominator, I’ve gleaned a fraction’s balls
It’s all over 1, One or Zero, existence preceding the essence, idea out of nowhere.
Have it your way, even though nobody ever gets their way, the motif of extinction
Knowing what you know right now, how can you prove it’s the Truth, I am thinkin’
All about the words, predication and recollection of the method that exposes S#IT
Are you ready like I’m ready, warning to the wise, wisdom is a fleeting kiss of SPIT.
Becoming something before egg & sperm merge, a miracle that can never be so
Think of this & that for no reason at all, philosophize on causes & effects of blow
If it’s got a seed, it will grow with dirt & water, some edible & ingestible forever
Some just the poison that gets your end to arrive before it’s time, hate the lover.
Monkeys mated, they had no idea why, humans do the dirty dog too, functions It
Machined with organic & inorganic conglomerations, pumping verve out of Void
We may not ‘deserve’ to know, & that explains the ignorance & innocence of S#it
Took full responsibility for Karma, can’t recollect, musta been a Bad Boy to avoid.
Hint to discover your purpose, don’t waste a minute of time, sleep less, get Woke
If you don’t, then you’ll probably die before you find out, karma takes it back too
Again & again until the finale fades & the curtain comes down with no encore toke
Loved the Good Ol’ Days, as I’ve said afore, I’ll break it down, memory turns blue.
Follow this bouncing ball; it will slow down and stop due to the force of gravity ‘X’
Unknown why the surface of a spinning glob of rock & muddy water makes Life ‘Y’
If it’s not a virgin praying hard to the gods, then it’s an accidental conception of It
Whatever we are, what this world is, our infancy knew the score, throwback S#it!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, May the 3rd year of the Lord MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Enough said
#DevilWithoutACause @KidRock link @ https://youtu.be/qcI_-OQlhv4?list=RDqcI_-OQlhv4
& #BigSmo #GoodOldDays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=leDlTSWsU01NvpZ1
& written yet comprehended in perverted versions of the olden days in an
egg, all good old days, happiness’ ghost-God created divine Substance. }
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