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SWIM KID MOLLY, RESCUE SEARCH FOR THE MIRACULOUS

If only you knew what I knew when I didn't know that I knew the Unknown

Then you would have avoided my error riddled last judgement, reap & sewn

Seeds of the modified DNA evolved from microscopic, organic matter forms

Afraid that the fear of the unknown is for a good reason, pancosmic worms.

For the last time in Space and Time's alloted dose of gas interchange, all life

Detained the conscious brokers of life & death, the gloom of evil, living doom

Sum of the dividends are either a wet dream or an infinitessimal nightmare ID

Can't touch or smell anything that I can't taste or see, i hope you hear all of it.

In the invisible jungle, only I know how to tango out the side of my glance fit

Moving the unmoved power from eternal rest to the rumblin', tumblin' schit

Rolled downhill from the volcanos tot he bottom of the sea bed, water is gone

Did a fandango tango in a black hole's Space, God is dead, Singularity's alone.

Drinkin' the Kool-Ade until you turn more pale than white ghosts in a machine

Fine photons caught by the gravity of graves, kryptonite crypt, X-ray destiny

Underground or underneath the liquid hydrogen-oxygen menudo, humanity

Gone nowhere. reaching out to a subatomic emotional rescue, all souls' scene.

There is no need to say anything, say no more about this thing itself, I am hip

Comin' undone once again when I was certain I was uncertain, so on the money

Meaning that if I'd have bet I'd have won the cash of losers, against the house

Nobody wins it all for long, it'll get lost or spent maybe as silent as a mouse.

Not crazy in my head, no loco soul runnin' my bones, as above so below I said

It is what it is & if it ain't then it's the only thing that ain't what it is, it's a fact

Can't make this up, it's so obvious that it's all about mortality & power of One

Ego on fire doling out powers to people, colored singularity archangelic son.

By and by, someday we'll know it all, do the right thing, skip the wrongs dear

Air between us all & our graves or ash containers, someday we'll know we fell

Ready to set and go from the start to the finish lines, I win fair and square y'all

Just because I'm superior to the inferior talent, it's not my fault, I'm a winner.

Sour grapes & other sweet fruit that enters our faces from birth to death too

Everything a matter of rules for playing games of survival and selfless trials

My radio is blasting, I'm ridin' in circles downtown in the heights, all smiles

Those were the olden days, all gone now over 60 years ago, all got me blue.

Something somewhere didn't have a cause, something has always been alive

DNA comes from other DNA, DNA doesn't appear in the moon's black magic

Natural to be unnatural in a supernatural but it must be done, forever & sick

Black Molly holy Singularity, Time's a Doom temple's outerspace deep dive.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, ROCKTOBER XVth, MMXXII at 808 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to @VanMorrison #TupeloHoney & GREATEST HITS @ https://youtu.be/OvVn_PQMAFc }

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@CheapTrick ExpensesAndSunglasses @ZZTop #GoodyGoody @CHICAGO

WHATEVER YOU SAY, I AM YOUR BABY, TRUST ME

Junk thrown out in the dump of the garden of Eden, stabbed archangels fear to mate

Not down on the ground of being, above or below hot rocks of the Earth's holy fate

Umbrellas won't shield you from a downfall of apes, from an ID's ego, all divine DNA

Gods immortally yours but never mine, I'm independent of this Germanic wordplay.

Conquered these orphans who followed the herd's direction without Eves or Adams

To animate at will whichever appetite needed satiation or thirst required Salt of Sea

Ice when it's hot melts into a liquid then evaporates into hydrogen and oxygen atoms

Hiding in trees without ladders or caves without exit or entry, fittest avoid catasrophe.

Common numerator of the single digit denominator, one zero under infinity's cipher

Spun like a planet in orbit about the star that blew it into smithereens, into a revolver

Patricide of the mothers who spawned us from the eggs in the invisible basket cases

Small room in a womb until the conception evolves into a heavy duplication of faces.

Sorority of the fraternaties that assemble the cells into one unit of extinction, funk form

Of men, mice & everything above and below the contraption of the random chaos worm

Beings and forms they inhabit during their lucky shot at a long life, all of it ends in flames

As I am so I will always be, no need for approval from the genome's funk, it's all the same.

Bored until the ennui disspates into a  form that accomodates ill-will, a failure to launch

Diagnosis and prognosis are both unknown since the patient is not the objective of lunch

Death is immanant as is life when the stars haven't atrophied into a void, black arsehole

Darker where the sun don't shine, a fact of life, set of encyclopedia hides a rubber soul.

You know like I know the same things, you can deny what you've believed & you'll see

It won't matter in the long or the short run, the illusion of the way it is remains so free

Until you gasp for the last breath of the struggle, you are gonna fight hell to stay alive

Death to the ones who attempt theft of my life & any innocents, point of my jackknife.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Rocktober XIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 0606 AMPST

{ Kicked this out of the cellar, dropped a bottle of wine & had to drink some shattered glass while listenin' to @MartinaMcBride #WhateverYouSay link @ https://youtu.be/O-47tlPvmuE }

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@CheapTrick it's all 'bout the @TalkingHeads @Springsteen #WreckOnTheHighway

NEVER SAY MY NAME BECAUSE IT'S SONNY, BRILLIANTLY SERIOUS

The species has survived many attempts to extinguish the DNA from Earth's face

Nothing could beat the survival rate of the human being, as such, a fait accompli

For the last time there can be no first time in the eternal immortality knit of lace

What I am is what I am & what you are or what?  You've got an alternator degree.

AC/DC from power up to shorting out, the Word remains the same, I leave aghast

Nothing but a whimper or gasp at first and for the second coming of gods all past

Degrees of educated guest professors & post graduate wonks all stacked up high

In the corners and in closets and attics nobody ever visits, keylime pie in the sky.

To be fair in the fight for survival of the most fit, road rules must be broken by me

There's only the loss of freedom or life when you've run out of defense to be free

Mothers of orphans & fathers of the condominiums and worship temples, word up

Say my name, say the word, be silent and you've done the deed, foot in the stirrup.

Follow a bounding main, across the teal sea shining under moonlit black quicksilver

Messenger of Earth's blood flow required to cause dreamers here and now to quiver

Like it or not, each and everyone else in the universe will get their shots in the dark

Meaning substance of the form, the shape of matter is an illusory chimera, on mark.

Thirst for the darkness everyone will see sooner or later, before any of us know it

As if you're immortal because you survived your dying friends and family, it's chit

In a basket or a casket, either way when you're gone, you're wasted, over and out

Don't shoot the messenger, altarboys, priests and the ladies they preached, caput.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, ROCKTOBER XIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 420 Hours

{ Drafted in utter silence in a void, just a hint of a brain buzz goin' 24/7 #CannabisForChange @FarmersAndTheFelon supporters of the LastPrisonerProject.org }

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