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Thursday, May 07, 2020

#Bandito #OSoloMio @WARtheBand @CCR @WillSmith #Alladin @TinaTurner @TheBeachboys #LostConcert

MIND AS WELL GO PANDEMICAL
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Your way of doing things is all programmed into your enculturation’s drilling K-12
One mindful way of causing order in the middle of chaos, to be or not to be is a joke
Nothing matters more than living healthy lives on Earth, this is all there is to them
Wisemen and High Priestesses know that the Truth is, reward comes post mortem.

It’s a boondoggle and a harbinger of things to come, before your last breath, hiccup
Whatever there was before you were born, it’s not here anymore, the matrix is caput
Dreams within the dream are turning into nightmarish daymares, all done, yikes!
Will you slide into home spike flyin’ high to weaponize your size 16” steel spikes?

History not made, future momentary lapses of reason may or may not be any kissin’
It may be caused by random collisions of particulate matter at events we’ve not seen
Punks and fools are good to eat for the masticating dragons waiting at a dining table
For the raw or barbecued meat from the 208 bones of each form, satellites or cable.

Curb your lack of enthusiasm before the Earth quakes and you fall deep in a hole
You will feel what that feels like when your understanding of reality takes its toll
Telling your children from birth through adulthood that you know anything, wrong
Right leaning conservative in a political environment of a mirage, sing sing a song!

I got some #FakeNews for you, this is the world at war, minions won’t know, you just a fool
Too late is just in time for what needs to be done, it’s a supernova in Holiness’ cess’ pool
Just because the rock spun and rotated around the star’s hood, as instructed high & low
Amen for the ones who wait for the Word, So Be It, open wide for the climax, you swallow!


Cocked and loaded in defense of the offenders and innocent offspring, the know nothing gods
About the fact that everything on Earth will cook, eventually, without the gods’ sinsin breath
Imperial kings & queens, czars & dictators, presidents & Horde warlords, all of ‘em at odds
Just because they think hot women are so pretty, the tribe endures battles to the Ends, death.


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r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, May 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to the mighty The Original WAR Band on youTube links @ https://t.co/uObA1ero7Q?amp=1}
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

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