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YOU & I SEE EYE TO EYE, MORON'S TONGUE IN THE CHEEK, KIMOSOBBY

For the last time there's plausible deniability for the Truth, a denial that it can be false is faith

Nobody believes that impossible is plausible or probable, only a moron would fill in the blanks

So, since I profess my idiocy in utero & a benign attention paid to the nuns & priests of gods

Still now, whiskey from the bottle is the best of the best nights, as long as you ain't hotrods.

Some get buried 'cause they die young in their teens & twenties, before the babies grew up

Raised by step fathers and mothers who bred with them on birth control, good for humanity

For the love of gold, silver, shells or other collectors' shapes & sizes of things themselves, chit

You know & I know, it's a matter of Time in Space, astronomical astronaughts are The #s#it!

To be or not to be isn't the only question but it is a good one, answer is, to be is better, man

If you have an alternate view, feel free to save more air for the gratefully dead, all too human

I feel free but it's only because I'm far, far away & out of the womb that imprisoned me, God

I remeber all nine months & I didn't want to mispronounce the verbs & objective subjects' Id.

Now & then you come across the roads that cross & you can't turn back, forward to a plow

Furrow in the ground and ready for the seed & water to grow the roots to a flowered blow

In the form of a flowered bud moving away from gravity to the unreachable heaven above

Already gone before the entry into the immortal club of skulls & bones, a nudge & a shove.

Hearts and souls before & during the War, come out with an incident that can't be forgotten

Wearing a wire on the trail you began in the teens & on to the ends of this trip on planet 1

The only one I'll ever know since I ain't superman or any other interplanetary being in sinsin

Musk smell & sweet taste of success in the middle of nowhere with nothing, it's one & done.

Monkeys with or without the pocks, in and out of your mother's and father's blue jean legs

It's just a matter of the DNA getting a distorted message from the RNA, a mutation's crags

In motion, it's never the same, nothing ever remains nothing, it becomes what you see yet

It's a zone of the area that evil and worse, bad men without mothers & fathers, don't fret.

You & I, the rest of us that came after the first of us all, every other earth sign's reproduction

Spinnin' rotatin' orbitin' from the Big Bang to the Tiny Peep, chicken came before the 12 egg

Or maybe it was an egg that came prior to a Thing's form-way, it's a mystery's random up-fin

On the surface of liquid, on a hardwood solid board, flyin' high up over the tidal wave's spin.

Didn't you come out of the closet after nobody found you inside of it, idiot trench raincoats

Dry and still asleep in the dream you had when you fell down the rabbit hole's moron totes

Hobble along until the final gasp of soon to leave life & death removes you from a presence

You're all gone, Cisco Kid was an amigo, nobody left just like the day prior to my self defense.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, July XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Dog & God, word spells front & backward, the One, spread this pablum out of my psyche while scamming the #BestOfCaddyShack1980 link @ https://youtu.be/NaqGBF9nUb8 }

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PUNKS, DERELICTS & OUR BROTHERS' DAUGHTERS

I don't like being the only one knowing about something critical, therefore, it is

Without further ado that I introduce myself & my ilk, so I can validate the peace

It's here and now, before and after the wars we wage with our cousins' crossbone

You and I know one thing for certain, it's a principle of Substance, a Form of One.

It's as above from a thought to below as an action, gods go up & come down in twos

In the air, like telephone or cellphone or radio waves we receive & clear off the blues

Common ground I cannot retrieve from the empty void full of happiness & my tears

All gone, already better now that I've forgotten the pleasure & pain of 6 pack of beers.

Bums are really the humanity that lost it's way of reproducing the species' prostitutes

Pretending to replicate the species for the cash in greenbacks or fool's gold trinket trash

Any port in the storm means that you go where it's safe and warm when it's a sunami

Aftereffects come when it's all over, you get the bends, the runs & then you'll all see.

Lucky to have been here for the moments allowed, above & below the life I have lived

There's nothing more nor less than all else with or without a wink & a nod,  I am loved

Subatomic or macrocosmic dots of data allow the compilation's constellation H2O bed

Stop breathing yourself, you're dead, it's over, you're a mind & brain, then you DEAD!

Invent the wheel & invent how to steal the wheels & you get to this civilized culture

In front of your eyes, you learn the ropes from the young who knew nothing's pure

Like ten commandments or a golden rule to force the animal to be carnivore's best

Or just any humanity would do if it wasn't negative but it's survival of me, a fit test!

After a while with the crockodiles you find yourself deep in the swamp of ill will

Nobody but the orphans that surround you with their cultural ethnographic pill

Takin' it like a man, like a punch in the face or bein' a woman's hell, a labor race

Pain & suffering to change from one to two in nine months more or much less.

On the game, there never were any rules, just laws of thermodynamic mud

Rocks the cold & grown old into a hodgepodge of something bleeding blood

Meaning the sounds of silence & the words of language expressing little feat

In the finale, there's no encore, it's over when it's over, finis, it is complete!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, July XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini at 555 AMPST

{ Drafted in Silence, click, click of the keyboard, internet & youtube DOWN... UP }

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#HighlyUsual #KinkInTheCrypt #WackyTobacky #KosmikTriangleDebris

'WE' BE PRONOUNS MY AARDVARK, FOUR KNEES TAKEN GETTIN' HEAD

Words are up & down, all around the rosy ring of fired bums

Junkies too don't forget they can't buy, they steal 151 rums

For their empty bellies that the garbage in the minimall allows

Walkin' around from cemetery to your mother's highs & lows.

You won't know about anything at all the day after you expire

Last breath is your last relation with star power, red hot fire

At one with the many, the entire volume of the vacuum I am

Accident of a collision of random atoms in a matrix of Ispam.

Ignoramous of you & your mothers, you're killin' me, I'm lyin'

Truth is a matter of recalling the events past accurate upfin

#FinsUp means something more than you think, than you know

Here and now, be debriefed to allow the top secret leak cow.

Wally died, Beaver grieves, ma & pa got there ahead of Time

Where that is, if I told you, I'd have to annhilate this rhyme

Because you'd think you're so pretty & smart in virtual rooms

Yeah, you know like I know, underpass from wombs to tombs.

There in one place in Space & then in that future Time, I am

Unmoved mover that stopped the momentum of linear forces

Ahead of its time, it'll be forgotten before anyone knows it

Written or spoken, Aha, it's the burn of the gas, that is It!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, July XXVIth, MMXXII A.D. @ 1030 AMPST

{ Jacked this One out the mass of the conglomerate, atomic debris & listenin' to @TheFreakBrothers #RyansReeferFactory you'll immerse within @ https://youtu.be/9FSLv3V2RzI & @PeteDavidson #FreakBrothers @ https://youtu.be/hc30_Rwxffk }

 

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