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BITTER JUSTICE FROM CATEGORIES OF IMPERATIVES, A WALTZ BECOMES YOU

Of course you never know anything at all but you've been trained to beware of all else

No need to fill in the blanks because the buss is all about the hive from orphan hells'

Rollin' on the streets of Chicago, idiot kid in pop's car with some fatal disease to be me

Halted in the middle of the trip, reported to the sheriff and the local constabulary bells.

1969 dead of dumb ass and on the way to the purgatory of the happiness disease, bein' me

It feels pretty good and I don't want to be anybody else, anything I do is far out and OK see?

Figured it all out the day I nearly died in the frozen cold of the mother Earth, I love so much

From inside of my heart there sparked a Will to Survive the frozen tundra, a miracle of lunch.

OUT of the instant manna that fell from heaven, I lied to me and told myself everything's alright

That I'd never give up without a fight, food stamps and welfare, bring them on, child support bone

Never could and never will be like it was before, not for a little while past this moment, I'm gone

Saturday to Sunday, 52 weeks every year, I've got 24 hours to defend my back, I got this fight!

Day before I die, a little bird will whisper in my ear that it's all almost over for me, it's so crazy

How I got so lucky I don't know but everyone else I've ever associated by the word of a l'il birdy

Paperbacks and paperbags full fo the empty dreams and the holy crap lead of idiots mournin' me

When I don't deserve a second thought as proved by checking back in a hundred years, oh Mama!

Lower than the flow can go, beyond the livers and kidneys animated DNA, there is no reason for it

Humanity and divinity in no struggle at all other than a mask to hide behind the gloom and doom fit

Al of the people, all of the time they are graced with to be alive in this empty Void, God's robodog

Utter uselessness without purpose, from mitotic, random collision to decrepit demise, I am all agog!

You can keep the Adam's apple, longknife tale from the crypt of Eve's #BellyOfTheBeast, that I am

Showtime for the hidden, occult magic passed on in the darkness, where wild horses fear to roam

Monkeys and apes have no problem with the danger they don't see or feel due to the extinction gene

Amazing turkeys and chickens and the leftover bones for the cheaters in the bayou of gypsy memes.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Blovember 30th, 2020 Anno Domini

{  Cogenerated (TWICE) with hyperbole of incompetence and it's necessary condition for species extinction, predicted by the sufficient evidence inspired by #WildHorses by @RollingStones on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UFLJF17ws_0  }

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#YoureNotNormalRich means I'm glad I'm not you but you you should be like me! Like, wow man! #WTF knew? #GTFOffMyCloud

FOREVER IS LONGER THAN LOVERS THOUGHT

Once awakened by the firing of neurons during the alpha-beta-cappa state of being unconscious

Full moon arose as if it was always there but I was not, I moved but the moon stayed above US

Not only this one moon but all of the moons that come and go, all too mortal, we flip you the bird

This creature feature could be worse than Romeo and Juliette, not just a stage play of The Word.

Milk from the goats and cows and your mothers, if you got the first teat or never did, someone did

Now and then, here and now, there and then takes care of three dimensions of Space out of Time

After the effect of One heart and brain failing to respond to stimuli of Presence-formed matter

Inside the First Cause of the first movement, exploding atom of Hydrogen or just gods got higher.

So, this is why the friars and priests tried to stop the questions about why and how you know it all

Blind faith of the poor and the lonely will get you favors, free food, free shelter, free love & a bawl

So you can spread your wings among the flock and be a part of the many who believe a want's a need

It ain't, life is an avoidance of pain and suffering until your last breath, alive for the sensation to breed.

Duplicating the copies of the real thing for fictional reasons, logical arguments to remain ignorant

False narratives leading to #FakeNews and the story that can NEVER be corroborated even to you

A reasonable man or woman, deduces the identical conclusions if assuming the Truth is proved true

I know nothing more or less than anyone else, I can read, nobody wrote it down, it's a mystery too!

Play around on the stage and see if you get the same impression, maybe you won't so let me know

Manana or the next, I will wait until you get jiggy with the amigos who know less than I do, monks

Cutting to the chase, in the library just pick the last book under the Z's, fall asleep there to dream on

Ending's an inevitable finale worth waiting for amigos, foes, ancestors go, hear my heart drummin'!

I run the shows on the continental shelves and then I fade away into the darkness to search for a star

Where the light is, that's where I want to be, where it's warm and I can exist, to be alive I love by far

Nothing bad about being a corpse or a lost soul without a body roaming in the ether, it's not for me

It appears that My Way is the only way I will be, it's in the DNA, mine, for you it's not, I'm so sorry.

Yet, to comprehend that it's not over until it's really all over, you have a micro-chance at change

All Matter and Form are this, Man you know Woman, Woman you know Man!  Come on Man!

Function of calculus in trigonometric inequality with the Milky Way, laugh, bulls-eye Singularity

Now you know Nothing, more than you got laid down before today, "Now go forth young lady!"

Been a starter on the bench, been a bench player on the starting eleven, game on, it's over when it is

Board of squares in and out of the bounds of reason and logic, remaining sane while being insane

Day after day for the finite moments allotted either for a purpose or none at all, just random jazz

Miracle that we even got conceived much less live to be a hundred or three, heaven got #Grass?

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Blowvember 30th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST

{ Blasted out the Void for an hour and a minute, while listenin' to @TheRollingStones concert link @ https://youtu.be/crcS0rg1OJM }

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PUNKS, GENII & THE ONE I WAS, AM & WILL BE IN PERPETUITY! #BOOMoutGOtheLights @PatTravers @RareEarthBand #MA #WhoIsGog @LosLonelyBoys @EricChurch @Santana @BBKing

WORST DEATH EVER, DON'T JUMP!

Monks and genii provide the matrix for the acts that move toward inevitable, fake wig hair

Always was and will be the only thing that is, itself everything, so, not a thing in particular

Amazing and less than final, the End is when the curtain falls and I turn into a holy wraith

Then eyes wide open without seeing anything should be the leftover con of a blinded faith.

To believe in what the pious and enculturated members of the whole shebang sing & shout

That's right to be or not to be on the left or in the nucleus' tabernacle of the Void, girl scout

I mean the cookies, not the actual little sisters & now mothers who raised us know the score

We came swaddled in terrycloth to be blinded by spotlights and hot incubator intel simulator.

That is what I know, not much, little more than nothing at all but it could be worse, in spades

Fat Violet used us all from the day we got let loose from the schools' professorial nuns' fade

Teaching us that we're all animals but we pretend we're not, just means we're animate the gown

Of bones and muscles keepin' the wisdom and knowledge to lie like a rug until you lay down.

Jerkin' the chains gettin' some Lincolns and Benjamins to let them take a fifth while slam One

A fifth or more every week and my liver started being a place for the pain and suffering of fun

In the dream when the gorillas mobbed your front and back doors, you screamed for your pops

He came in thinking I was being kidnapped by the bogeyman, it was only my imaginary props.

Mobs rule the yard sticks for miles of piles that used to stank, a wet @Pampers baby food scam

Changing the pampered hind ends as if it's my job, everybody avoided the scent of holy stinkers

Bread brought home from the blood, sweat and tears that flowed down from volcanic eruptors

In and out of the drop zone of misery, with or without you being the form of the matter, I Am.

Finally a reprieve at a musical orchestration of the minutia in and out of my head, out your mind

Minced meat and the things that make up the minions who live in dark caves' artificial stop sign

Apes mimicking the party and the ending of the beginning, just before the fall to sleep, I'll sing

Shining the shoes in the corner bar for a few pennies, a nickel, a dime or a buck, not my thing.

Morphed the 208 bones into the ash thrown into the sea with the rest of the liquid gas, God H2O

Where we come from and without which we don't have a clue how to survive, empty space's hole

Nobody goes there and if they do, there's no reincarnation to come back, it's One and you're done

Frontman and the backup keep it all in the middle where the love and glory pretend, This is fun!

Remember what your mama told you to do when you meet stranger?  Run fast, run deep patterns

Only the physical, mental & the psychic, can roll the rocks around in the dark without lanterns

Random collisions for no reason at all other than just because, it thinks y'all are so very pretty

Not only is this a valid deductive argument but also it is the Truth, if and only if you're chitty.

Pure silk and emptiness in a Big Idea, slips the Superego and the Id into up-down Time in Space

On the surface, in the air or underground down to the core, the center of all there is, mom's face

All the baby can see is mama, all mama can do is hope the baby will grow up and go far away

From the danger that awaits around every bend of the road, every corner of a block's gangway.

At night, darkness rules the brave and the bold who hide behind locked doors and bolted windows

Mighty bold when you think someone's got your back until you find out the Truth, to be or not be

Grown older than a hundred trips around the sun and the younger ones have all been dead and gone

All alone in the dream's conflagration, talkin' about somebody who doesn't care 'bout a new i-phone.

On the points where the sharp one's will jab you until you cut them off, you need them to conclude

That premises of any argument are mere assumptions & not absolutely true beyond logic's doubt, um

One more chance, just one more and that will be all this time, it's the End of the millennia, #GetBack

Shots fired without cannons or rifles, dead in a dream's kaboom!  All agog, my head's like All Black.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Sunday, Blovember 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 6:66 PM PST

{  Drafted while listenin' to @EricChurch #HITS on youTube links it up @ https://youtu.be/usGv0gB2zEU }

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