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FOOL ME MORE THAN ONCE, I AM A RIDDLED JOKER
There has always been an Earth spinning & wobbling around the ecliptic, forever & ever
My life began as a conception in my mother’s womb, many thanks to the paternal orgy
Turned into the name of the best burger joint in the USA, in the whole world, @InAndOut
Expert in placing the said morsel inside of my pie hole without any god’s damned doubt.
Inside of your head is your fertile mind without a clue, it’s not free choice, it’s embedded
Deep, sequential presentation of all gas, liquid & solidified beyond expectation, that said
Filed and whittled away to shape the form into an exquisite piece of work, gold standard
Silver works too but then there’s Lead, just a few electrons away from the gnostic card.
Aces and Eights are the cards spinning around inside of your tiny skull, winning the game
Matter and formed shapes of animated beings from virus to Bigfoot, Yeti & all too human
Fake societies & cultures built in isolation of the Big Bang, an unknown flipped a blind tip
Truth is, nothing exists somewhere, no place in Space accommodates Time’s battleship.
Sat back to be entertained by the sound comin’ from the recorded treble & bass of noise
White Noise or the other type, Black & Blue, Red, Green, Yellow, fearing deep purple toys
Injected until the junk got rejected by the host of the most terrible and terrifying old boys
Around for longer than they should have been, they ain’t food & would not exhibit poise.
Scale up or down from the original because you can, I can, we can, they can, all can-can
To the rhythm and syncopated beats of the ups and downs on the scale of Do, Re, Mi, man
Hits or not, the world has it laid down, if you hear it & it’s for you, you will know it’s true or
Mistakes and illusions interject their quality into the mix, providing no win-win for failure.
Value of Nothing for everything is obvious if you have no blind faith in the occult, unseen
Know it all gave you the slip, left all the questions for you to ask, dreamin’ what has been
Ancestors and descendants with the same fate as y’all & my little ol’ form post-mortem
Dust to dust, began as it will terminate, Standing, Legend, candle flame got cold, I’m out!
Supreme fake notion of divinity and creation from Nothing but The Void’s love-neutrinos
It’s unconditional as an argument that assumes the truth of premises without analysis
Around a bend, it was & will always be, conceptual mythology’s situational awareness
Reason, backdraft weapon-tool, reminds One & the Many that this Life is all that blows.
Bright supernova or imploded singularity’s shadow, either way or both, notwithstanding
I can see the imagery in the fog of war, dead & gone heroes and villains, left us this thing
All we can remember is how our family treated us, all good, bad and ugly trips y’all send
Backflipped off of the high-dive into 16 feet of clear water in an aqua-stained deep end.
Fruits from the trees in the garden of Eden, we ate them all, apples, peaches & pears
Cherries and plums and watermelons sprouting up from the holy ground’s high charge
Awaiting the weekend for the people who can’t see the forest through the spruce trees
Harkened those who gave me a helping hand but they’ve died of boredom imagination.
All had mamas & papas, had instruction in psychic reading, ways & means of a US flag
Nothing more nor less than all your Time in Space, at your will together in my saddlebag
Magic spells or pure serendipity, either say the Wishes are my commands, blue smoke
Appearance of the thing itself, your inner self in stormy weather, chokin’ smoke of a hag.
I was sixteen & seventeen wreckin’ my papas family transportation, stopped playin’ ball
It was a transition of the breath blown even into hyperventilation, hook was trippin’ to fall
Fun with the young ladies I figured for certain with a US Air Force uniform, khakis or blues
Jerks with rednecks and old-school gangland style tactics, useful for wars between peace.
Think outside of the cube’s surface, at once and in each and every case, suspend judges
Supreme down to the circuit and without prejudice, city, county & state in their own right
Knowledge and the wisdom to wield it at the right time, Golden Rule laid down to a score
Began with a Big Bang & will end in an inaudible whisper, as a sanctified-crucified whore.
Neither right nor wrong, either bad as evil or good as the best of the most beautiful face
Once or twice if you’re one of the lucky ones on one of these continents, as we drift away
We warped magnetic poles where nothing but UFO’s can go in & out, like a drive-in movie
Not frightened to fight the battles with sticks & stones, I’ll go out kickin’ & screamin’, see?
Sexual healing may or may not work for everyone, but it was designed by the random mix
It’s fine that you think that you’re mine & that’s good for me, good for you, we got the licks
Awaiting A-Z alphabet soup to become a best thing since sliced bread, wheat, white or rye
Hall of mirrors prevent the narrow way to be exposed to the uninitiated substitute on high.
Once preparation has been achieved, follow the tracks of my tears to the place I will be
Deep, I’m down where I know I remain in solitary, confined when it takes two, me and you
So lowdown because it’s karmic recompense, inevitable, another war between One state
Only human men and women futility under pressure absolves us from guilt of free will bait.
I screamed at birth, I can’t recall though, could have been stillborn, gone back to the soup
Cosmic plethora full of atomic matter to keep Life animated & onto eternity’s infinite loop
Hello and goodbye to all who hear & know what that means, sunshine in Maui’s pocololo
Caught up with runners before the finish line, passed the line first, no photofinishing glow.
Listing of the listeners for the masters facilitates in communication killin’ the word, it’s God
Sound of The Word is the magic that princesses who become queen covet like a ’57 hotrod
Back seats a safe place to hug and cuddle with the honey bunch at the drive-in for 10 bucks
Arby’s beefs & fries masticated in front seat, drinkin’ a coke, puff Kools, down #Headducks.
Look over your shoulder baby, if you die, look over your left wing while you fly up to the sky
Call my name, remember it well, you just whistle, put your lips together and let it all blow
Real things all set up for the fall, nothing you nor I can do about it, Fate & random chaos’ It
Perceive and receive, will to power is no fantasy in reality, it comes around has got to split.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, June XXIst MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
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