#Godzilla #KingKong & OF COURSE, #YoMama #ResistanceIsFutile

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JACKED UP ON PURPLE, FRUITED PLAINS & MONOPOLY CASH, IT'S SOMETHIN'

Affirmative inaction for the realm of Space's Void, all that's left after it's over, butter churned
A complete line of Time from first conscious awareness unto the final milk game, light burned
Muffled screams in a foam pillow, it hurt to be whipped & slapped 'fore my blackbelt & blade
A degree unknown & unfathomable to humane humanity, deep ends down a middle pathway.

Genius and literal idiots and morons fill the genome's DNA with variable funk to be copied
As it is both above the sky we see down here and below the burnt star dirt, ground of being
You, me & all of the rest of the whole corpuscle of muscle within and without us, gad Zeus
It's all you have left, memory of the shock of conception and rejection of the con-deception.

Man & woman moved by an A-game's chess player, a nowhere man lost in a moving talkie
It won't melt in the place where the sun doesn't shine, no worries to be or not to be a leach
It's a moot point & only a concern of the holy innocent crew from the occult saga of stony
All that is left after a SuperNova is the Singularity, ad infinitum, Amen, you sons of a beach!

Burned by nothing intentionally yet in the form of ashes and dust, it came down to this
And that and the other thing, you know the thing, it's a word that is unsaid by the fist
In the face or in the solar plexus, the bones meet the meat and justify the absurd fixing
For the people who look like skeletons walking with clear, invisible skin, queen checking!

Bucking systems, yesterday & today will get me one more day with sins, make me frown
All of the people on all seven continents, in the air and on the ground, afloat on spacing
Talking and providing cover for the protection of the users who use me for the thinking
Kings are born, slaves are appointed, weak and strong to work, the Way up to get down.

Brothers some, sisters several, cousins a legion of followers of the good, the bad and ugly
Funny yet tragic as the clowns who paint their tears upon golden faces of purple people
Take the wealth if it's not left inside your mind, within your conscious purview of the Ends
Crucified my saviors & anthropomorphic skulls' pyramids, outside upon church steeples.
 

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r j j  stephan, i  
c.  Mardi 2 fevrier 2021 Anno Domini à 9 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique
{ Drafted Tea to @GladysKnight - #GrammasHands &  favs @ https://youtu.be/Inyzvxw0dLM }
 FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?