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ALL THESE ARE THE FEMALE BARKING ONES, HOWLING AT THE FOOL'S OUT DOOR
Superstition & superstitious are one's blind faith in the unknown, in Fear itself, One moon of 7UP fools
Wired for ordering the categories in limits of imperatives that cannot be false, a priori power, my ghouls
All the above and none of the below move anything other than this Earth, one planet's burnt life, dead
Occult wisdom isn't written in your bibles & treatise of the mass extinction, dirty baby bath watershed.

Miracles in attitudes of the prophets who know nothing and are starving for edible dead forms of life
In the end, you'll see the guns and knives, the bombs and the melting consciousness into the DNA glue
Bygones been bygones since the first day of light exploded the super nova and here we are, now so blue
As if dropped from the empty sky of dreaming millituplets, double jeopardy for a three musketeer wife.

For the last gasp of gas, you'll pay in advance from the birth to the death of one's who are the same
As if there was a mystery about the facts of life, come on man, a matter of Time's Space, a fire's flame
It's lit by love and in the end it's extinguished by the weight of the Void, the mass of anti-matter in utero
Of the mice & men who procreate the species that struggle to survive among predators' coca-cola blow.

Panic ensues for a little while & in the next moment, iron curtains merge together in fake synchronicity
Keeping the living safe from a dying Id,  if the law of the land is obeyed and dying with fools of pity
Summits and peaks to the valleys and the core of the whole shebang, the idea behind the all too humane
Rings around fingers to remind the poor angels with amnesia, they're all married to a hella great Dane.

On the other hand, it's just the political theology of the players who never pass GO to collect a 200 buck
Buy every piece of property, utility & railroads then eliminates competition for a l'il price spanking
Doing unto others as you would NOT like them to do unto you, that's crazy and counterproductive luck A middle way up the center line from where I am to where I'm going, it's a motherlode on a tether link.

Bad players come from everyplace on Earth, neglected baby miscreants grown to adjust bitcoin Time
Past to present to future and on ad infinitum, an abstraction extrapolated from the self-exam, I me mine
Of course you know, this means war when you try to hit me or mine, my meme or my avatar of the cake
It's what I had when I ate it, 151 rum cream filling, a family guy, no children or pets, my news #Fake.

Appalling events & players moving the bar higher than a 8 foot high jump, no man defies gravity long
Maybe for some people the Truth is relative and to others it might be absolute, it may be a line in a song
Worried minds make for worried men & women who smoke the planted seeds of pocololo dust, #420's
Sung the lines and slung the hash until the cows came home, I got mine, the bulls the cows & hippies.

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Saturday May 15th, 2021 A.D. @ 12:12 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @TheologicoPoliticus by @BenedictDeSpinoza  https://youtu.be/c0qH0ztl630 & then a reprieve listenin' to #InSearchOfTheMiraculous by @PDOuspensky link @ https://youtu.be/vcBRjiRTA_4?list=PLKM35g3I0JIO5_EwAX-9Ag-dEn-hCJ755 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

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