It's a pop quiz for the minions to figure out ways to cheat for the correct answers y'all do need
To survive amongst the fittest descendants of the ancestors who fled death, a final blow leading
Pretending to be the sons and daughters of a creator of the universe, a guy down under nothing
In a heavenly, pure mind, Matter, Time in Space & Life itself, created nor destroyed, all out bleed.
Freed minds that used to be within the 208 bones' of calcified scum, suddenly out of hindsight
For lives and deaths of the viral bacteria permeating the here & now are essence of ergonomics
All this movement of chemical reactions causes substance, a plethora of binarieable economics
How long can this go on, how many times do I have to beg, please allow the Truth to be the Light.
Ruined in the catacombs and the coliseum as it was sacked by the Huns of Attila, still life is legit
Meaning that the things that live are the most prominent forces which will render life's extinction
Should I love you or anyone else for that matter, I know the reason I should, because I'm the One
It makes a small difference TODAY and EVERY SINGLE DAY, one revolution per day, wobblin' son.
God's philosophy & the metaphysics of the all too human hominid & it's ilk, progeny of an atom
In a White Dwarf or a Red Giant fishin' in the empty sea of the Void, no mass, no energy, Nothing
Causes & effects came & went, left us here with a vague recollection of an inevitable doom thing
Sinking or swimming in the salty sea waiting for the unknown that isn't even there in a kingdom.
Ducks are quackin' and the songs are bein' warbled in an unrepeatable strain, DNA of flying free
As the stars can't be seen by the birds of prey nor the birds who are the prey, the all too humane
Can't see the forest itself through the trees, the density of a vision prohibits individuality, insane
Punks of mortality run no shows next century, stillborn today or will be 79 years old in 3000 AD.
Boredom is AKA ennui, I drove on I-80 East from the Bay to West Sacramento, blew by a BB blow
Someone can shoot shots of 2 fingerTequilla to hack into the mainframe of a worldly prank, sons
No female of any species currently here & now, born & raised on any cornfield guard, a scarecrow
Arguments fully assumed to be verified premises leading to valid/invalid, deductive pseudo signs.
Nobody knows diddly squat about anything except what they've been told, believe it, same page
Not of this Earth's wisdom, this metaphysical disappearance of the thing itself, leaving forms' sun
Appearances of the forms of matter is only one function we own, the blind are blinded by the fun
Examination & prognosis leading to an inevitable diagnosis, what you see's what you git, old age.
Monkeys are seeing what we're going to do since we keep them on islands and in zoos, it's a war
Species domination of the space they've inhabited and proliferated their genome, near & very far
Dreaming you'd think would always have the time to do anything possible while living on Earth
Patriots playing the games with the following minions, testing obedience and guilt in afterbirth.
Spirits beat nobody to any punch since in reality, a spirit is not a thing, it's closer to cosmic dust
Moving only in a virtual world which has no atomic content, it's not only invisible, it's a big test
To allow the supra intelligencia a measurement gauge to become the okie #Woke of mice & men
Crawling out of the aggressive scents, females finally stopped the stench of males' devils & dust.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, June 8th, 2021 A.D. @ 10:10 AMPST
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