Johnson's baby powder: now in New puffer bottle

A tribute to: I love Huckabees
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an existential, infinitesimal repeating loop
into which we climb
sublimating soul and mass
cut in twain, mixed up with lime

affect to challenge the inner self
throw out a pithy dare
stare deeply into that sordid little mess
ask, not listening closely, "do I, don't I care?"

seeking, questing, searching
to you it's all the same
touching, stroking, probing deep
yes, this was always her favorite game

but, no, yes, wait, stay with me here
we're really on the way,
transcended lust and all and that
cool, gottit! but wait, maybe I'm just gay?

segue that transcendental barrier
enter an oblique substratum of 'now'
moondance with lateral crab-hop-steps
throwing sublumnar errors, never asking 'how'

today has been a performance,
a clever challenge to the soul
a solipsistic wrappering the nihilistic stream
circling the probability holes of the event horizon of the goal

by now, we're really rambling
BS meter way in the red
by now, we're REALLY making sense
we're all alive, and here and dead!(?)

Enough! It's time to spank the monkey
he's getting out of hand
go forth and eat all those oysters
they're seriously taking over the entire land!