MUCHACHOS, DON'T LET THE LYRICS MISLEAD YA
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Future is yesterday and you missed it but you weren't even lookin' for it anyway, just chill
It's not going to be easy being all alone, dead or alive, the only way to fly is solo, little Bill
Ports on every coast of seven continents have ships in ports without sailors' black as a hole
Hip to the empty rhetoric which dovetails with the bovine scat you've spat from your soul.
For the love of stardust underfoot, there's only forced faith in the next moment comin' outs
Bottom feeders await the gravity to bring it all down to the recycle core of all we know too
Think I am, therefore I am, in French, Spanish, German, Italian, Slavic or Mandarin codex
Sprung from signs on walls, then on parchment of trees & now electronic #ZapMail FedEx.
Artful dodge of the deal, walking away when a bottom line is reached, big fish, hooked to set
Into the jaw or down the throat if the worm got swallowed, just like payin' back "others' debt
Down at one bottom again, graves have gravity at the core, ain't a tangible state of your mind
Indeed, somethin' got a hold on me, it's a surface infiltration of great wide open caves so fine.
Real intelligence cannot oppose it's invention of artificial thought manipulation, always right
Never in error of the logic & reason presented to 1 conscious perception of extinction's fight
Deoxyribonuclear acid feelings that never, ever hurt me or any commitments I love to death
Few & far between but might even be a complete stranger, I'd save from a guy's bad breath.
Right now at 12 o'clock, high noon PST, there's a stormy front hidden from the rear view, yet
To be or not to be, still alive but homeless with nothing but a backpack of sweet nothing debt
Nothing like a sin against the creator of the universe, just disobedience of the Ten Commands
Dropped a dime on a fake leader of dead people from a promised land, Adam to all God's fans.
High priests, astute, celibate nuns of Love's creation, on a high noted convent-monastery dream
Bums & junkies filling up their empty pork & bean cans of holy river water to cleanse clusters
Being inferior, claiming to be a singer-musician, ten bones bent, willing & able to drop a dime
Too busy to have been fabulous, as a most wanted fugitive of Love, innocence of Life's crime.
Graves dug for the rotting skin, organic matter of cell forms, dead plankton to dead human too
Kind of species that can't be eaten by neither its own nor others, be that as it may, kind of blue
Played & sung all alone or for an audience of two or more, maybe hundreds of forms of bones
Common the denominator for the minions to divide & conquer the multiplicity of cell phones.
A satirical farce is not obvious when disguised as a biographical certainty, tragedy it's a comedy
English and American literature rich with a wealth of knowledge, wisdom & pure human folly
No reason to suspect that everyone agrees that what is true is the Truth, illusions feed delusions
Importance of the Unknown, subatomic & supratomic twirling the infinite swirl, mortal sin sin.
Peak at the tip of unexploded ice & rock down to a molten core which can't freeze cosmic dust
Call it a name we've grunted early in the lexicon appearance, A, B or C all do what they must
Making two, then four, then eight geometrically progressed to infinity's Singularity, no return
Imaginary point less than a pencil dot on notebook paper, success seeing nothing left to burn.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, 3-1-2024 A.D. @ 1212 PMPST
{ Flicked this invisible reign of Hope out while jammin' to some #Aberrant ROK & RO link @ https://youtu.be/va9NM-Fnehk?si=aEVJBeR3bopq4wvq & https://youtu.be/eCUCSqcSnac?si=1DM0pHXwJ-cwtp2q }
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