A NOD’S WINK, EVIL EYE’S DANK
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A formal genetic code of DNA in the Space and Time you know as a reality home of the brave
No toilet paper needed, killing animals to eat them is not needed, eating plants as a holy slave
Toil in the astral dust, the Earth dirt left over from the exile of our star away from Big Bangs
Doom and destruction precede the creation of the Beauty, the Beautiful, a design of Wong's.
Chinese influenza from communists and socialists to destroy the capitalists, cripple the gods
If Karl Marx and Mao Tse Tung could only see the result of their child’s play, Wisdom’s fate
Completely obscured from plain sight, even the x-ray vision of superman couldn’t penetrate
Born to be free while dependent on everything on Earth for survival, a dichotomy of hot rods.
Pints or tons of the milk of Emptiness, open wound of wide open Space, a tomb for Nothing
In the holy books of unknown human origin, lines and squiggles on the cave walls and rocks
To remind us that there were some people who were alive, then died, torn-asunder, my son
A network of Space for Gravity and Gravy, pink flamingo bowel movement, Time creation.
Moss all over the forest, moose, elk and deer, even antelope runnin’ wild across planet Earth
On or off of a Newheel, hovering your 208 bones and 650-840 muscles, depending on girth
On or off of the hover-board you go and find yourself above the planet’s surface, wet or dry
Rivers and lakes without rules force collisions and death of atomic anomalies, men will die!
Madness closed off the intercourse and the species became extinct, fear caused bitter Ends
All snakes and bacteria consumed by the holy virus, of birds and bats, an influenza to die for
Yet, the strong survived, the young kept kissing each other and spreading the spit and rumors
That disease only kills old human beings yet it is worse than that, I kill the young first, then...
Oops, I’ve exposed myself to the healthy, you and yours, now you know, Mr & Mrs holy RNA
Microscopes have exposed the truth, telescopes have opened the Holy of Holies double-wide
To throw, to hit, to catch, to kick the balls all over the ground, in the air, off of the brick walls
Last chance for a final gasp of smoke for Rock & Bullwinkle’s third eye’s wink, bud of #Dank.
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r j j stephan, i
c. 3-21-2020 Anno Domini @ 6:66 AM in the bat-menagerie, my Home - Homer-Simpson.
{ Drafted while watchin’ & listenin’ to Rocky and Bullwinkle Muses RockyandBullwinkle ruled for an hour @ https://youtu.be/sVsesUF9-_Y }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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