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WHERE’S MARY NOW? AP-BITTEN*
Data in sequence to allow the nature of reality to bleed through holy cracks, itsy-bitsy dots
See outside and inside are One and the same things, life and death souls are also the same
You can get everything you need and all of what you want the moment you lose the flame.
Imaginary idiots becoming who you’ve always been and always will be, ALIVE at 0600 AM
Without a stitch of infection within the holy holes of the two hundred eight bones, body slam
Old days and old dudes are a whole lot different to this world than the elder wise female jeans
Back pockets, pocket books and pick pockets all on the bus together, ready for prison scenes.
I am in love, Zeus, an idiot, a moron and bloody god named Thor walk into a bar of hard rock
Why am I in love with the #SpiritusSanctus? There it is runnin’ my body and soul, that’s all
It is the fuel for the engine I call the transitory bones unburied so far, but on their way to hell
Draped over the privacy of the species, the pletes and the creases hide the nature of the dead
High on the list of not being bitten, it is the first thing chopped and sprinkled on the #Mash
Old ladies all know the secrets of the porridge that they mix in their hearts, souls and head
Dope is not the answer although to be a dopey dwarf at the Yule Tide is OK with God’s bed.
In this void, you and I see the whole shebang clearly but we cannot accept that we’re All alone
We’re all there is, no UFO’s, nothing alive from another planet in this or other systems’ bones
Young or old you’re gonna die, like it or not, your life will metastasize into the death of cells
It is what it is, form, shape of the cells, the dot, the line, the angle, triangle and squared hell.
OK, you’re lost now, dedicate your life to staring at nothing, you’ll be where you’re going now
Stoned out of your mind and being the rock of Marconi’s listener-ship, the strong arm of Getty
Tells you in a hammerlock that you’d better obey the law or be punished by the #Law, crazy
Hard rocks and a Hard #Dump will annihilate the bio-metrics of a stooge’s bloody low blow.
It all comes out in the end, what you don’t know’ll hurt you, no warning instructions included
Hydrate, consume massive amounts of fiber to get the deadmeat, foul grain to exit a #Brexit
Final and over when the message gets all the way up to Mary’s jugulars, she’s #waygone dead
Luck’s everything, fortune or an alternative which is personal extinction is it, oh Mary, caput!
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r j j stephan, i * { header is sister-meme hohoho..HAVE A HOLLY JOLLY CHRIST-MAS }
c. FREEZEMBER NINETEEN, TWENTY EIGHTEEN A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST
{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to the mighty drones called, Armstrong & Getty #ConscienceOfTheNation blab-noggins & listenin’ durin’ commercial breaks to WAR THE BAND on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xtDkLI5GxwE }
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