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SLEEPING SINS, MAMA DRONES & CHINA SHAOLIN MONKS
Wells full of the H2O gas that will keep the Marxists and Stalinists extinct, as bad wolves eat pigs
Not only are you the pork for the BBQ but you also pay for the party, you & a morons cash purse
Every idiot other than us 'morons cannot fathom the depth of the shallow water, dive in for free
Time is when you recover your memory and recollect your final end, dead and gone without me.
Monkeys haven't evolved, same apes have been here since day One, it's so complicated after that
You and I just guess after we've read the words of foreign monks & nuns, never procreated life's It
Just you and I walk the walk and talk the talk, on a middle path to the Ends of an archangels' den
Or maybe they're not there, they never were there, it was all a way to calm down the crazy men.
I had a philosophy professor Ed Freeman of Wharton College, a practice of Karl Marx, Void fixing
Social structures need to be ripped apart and re-woke, marks my higher education of the woken
Hateful reasons to kill the genome, because it has evolved as a destroyer of the whole shebang
Plato and Aristotle and up to the Ouspensky and Einstein mental rise from ignorance to wisdom.
Eat the animals and plants, it's what these humans do, be just like them, improve your experience
Find the love in the emptiness where Nothing is Everything on and off of this planet, you are gods
All you'll ever get & all you'll ever know is Nothing, at One, as you feared, there are no immortals
Punks and wisemen mate and cause this, what you see is what they begot, at the feet of turtles.
Slow and a drag for the speed, sail away slowly but surely and ahead of the stern, you'll see It too
All of the light outside and inside of your and my heads, reproduced for the Black Star to explode
Moments away from the annihilation of the pre-existing order of things, the #Woke see their role
Economic philosophy, annihilation of Gold & God's wealth that is #LifeOnEarth, All there Is, Hole.
I will to be awake & suddenly, here I am, writing, typing the pretentious remarks of a cool widget
All Words to manage the Way to the final goal of this living and dying, running out of breath now
Gasping heroes groping for sounds that mean more than give me sex, food, sleep, drugs & water
Order of the planet's categories of Substance, a Matter of Energy, the Light I am, I got from Her.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, February 24th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 04:44 hours PST
{ #DemoncraticWays of the #UnMovedMover & the #AppleOfEve #BiteMeHard drafted while listenin' to the mighty @TowerOfPower #Green #CarbonNeutral #NoFossilFuels #DinosaursKilled youTube link @ https://youtu.be/t9BRqGpppJw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.
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