SINGULARITY
thesis
Only you know and I know what the deal has been since Day One, come on now
We've been programmed to accept the deal or go to prison, eventually it'll be so
Nothing but karma has anything to do with it, baby's are born innocent, not guilty
Nobody can disagree with that notion of innocence and if they might, I'm still free.
Free of the guilt of strangers, related by DNA or not, unacceptable divine size
Hear me out before you pray to God you're innocent of Adam & Eve apple pies
Full backs and the linebackers take up all of the oxygen in the room, games free
Football season begins with a kick, a catch, a run, a tackle, 1st down, FB or TD.
Be hip as the next guy if you just keep your pie hole shut & watch the games back
Some fair-weather & some not, hard-core lovers of the colors, some silver & black
Some red & gold, navy blue, white & orange, all flavors of sherbert havin' all of it
Thousands of dollars in team SWAG, extra walkin' $$ for the players, all in debt.
How many times since 1951 can you say you watched an entire superbowl? None
I always watch the commercials though, plus there were no superbowls in the 50's
WTH are you talkin' about, you're slingin' has to the wrong dog, queenie & king
For me to know & for you to find out, I'm trippin' hard remembering my streaking.
Needs and wants are out of range in the domain, it's the calculus of the geometry
Or trigonometric philosophy of the soul & mind behind the invisible iron curtain
Pinnacle of the epitome of perfection that never, ever existed anywhere else at all
What I am is what I am, in spite of a less likely case that I am not all that skeletel.
Inside of the mask, underneath the buckskin over your skull, there's sawdust ion
Made to appear as an anomoly, to generate fear of the unknown, now a #SpotOn
Scanned magnetic image resonance just like the story was told, expect Nothing
Something from nothing leaves nothing as well, it's an indisputable face Thing.
Knowledge powering the display of Wisdom in a solid pollution of intelligence
Super, supra or sub-intelligence, all and none of the above in every case's sense
Mirror the myth into another mirror ad infinitum until the size is unrecognizable
Zero for Zorro and one for Zeus' minions, wives, sons, daughters & bastardmen.
As in the beginning of your & my first heartbeat, before the heart formed as one
There was a Time then, before conception of you & I, a long time ago, God's son
It's spiritual soul stuff that isn't Matter & Energy neither, rubber soul stretched
Into this matrix across the dimensions, immerssed into the dressing I've fetched.
Admire and like it a lot, it will increase the volume of the vibe until you're full
Of it or happy with the fabulous current load already metabolizing into the toll
What is owed and paid to the Plethora to remunerate the opportunity's head zap
Every breath I take & every move I make, why you are on my brain's skullcap.
Don't blame me man, you're on your own, alone yet not in the way, all my way
Let me be and do what you like, right next to me or out of sight, make it so I pay
For everything, all expenses paid by me, I worked & earned it to transfer charity
What a man in the mood, heart beats, bleeds & in the end, a brain turns to dust.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 9-12-2026 AD @ 1010 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin' to some @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=GP-rpLA2MIklhH8b}
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