Forms of plant and animal ready for extinction or survival, eating each other, oh so phuqin' good
Proms are over now, Summer is movin' on to the Fall, you Spring until a too cool, corona Winter
Abused by the oligarch or the monarch in the glass warehouse of sweet leaf's bunk complicater.
Dead humans uneaten, buried or burned skin & bones, most man-organs, except souls departed
Drunk in the back seat of my mother's car, got bit by a shark and a rabid mongoose, sunbathed
Nothing matters any more except that Life has finally reared it's ugly head, it's too short for man
I don't want to live for another minute if I can't be immortally alive forever, what a joke, a scam.
Study freedom and you'll find the sheep going directly over the cliff with the herd of ooga booga
Species specifically animates the good, bad and beautiful, nothing is hideous unless nothing is me
I am hideous both inside & outside of your own conscious awareness, you live & you're gonna die
Truth helps you live your miserable existence like a bug, without effort, being or not being so shy.
Gym shoes for gym rats and just regular poison traps for the rats that roam boxcars in RR yards
To find where the monkeys get their food is the first stop when lookin' for garbage food & birds
Sleepin' in the orange and blue lean-to tents near levees and RR tracks, it's where the riff raff chits
In our air and water, passing along the bacterial infections and CoVid19 virus & it's variant bullIt.
I'm younger than you, I'm older than your mother and your father, much older trolls, deadmen
On deathbeds I laughed before the ends, in each and every case, tilt your moon & it's an omen
Climate changes naturally in a solar system, atrophy by gravitational collapse's infinite expander
A serial fabulist exists in idiot boxes & you listen to neither buffoons' nor a genius' mortal sinner.
Pigs don't talk but I do and I will, lookin' at a pigs face lends no satisfaction to a hopeful life's end
Being sausage or bacon, not to mention organic hodgepodges and the actual feet in a pickle vat
What in good times are we going to do when we're all gone & leave the Many in charge of it all?
We're screwed worse than you've imagined, it's now a stairway to heaven, it looks like all hehl.
Just chill and relax, chillax in the water's straits, your portfolio works without your attention too
Cluster bomb ground 0 & see what's up when fallout reorganizes into a pile of trials with smiles
All in the family, in the middle or at either end of the straight and narrow line, a path azure blue
Cornucopia of dankness, froze bud with or without you, One head to hand, watermelon Styles!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, July XVI, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
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