HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO COVID19 VARIANT'S GUMBY MEN
Here & now yo' mama left you some chit chat for runnin' the dozens, a bushel or a peck vat
A stranger of the current affairs and traveler from fake pasts and futures, so just phuck that
Meaning no offense at all to anyone of the nuns and priests perusing this ol' way back hole
Getting a grip on the RIP of mortality, bones within & all too invisible, rubberband of a Soul.
Nothing to see here and it appears that the lack of anything is The Holy, outerspace race
Between the stars above & below the stripes & rainbow colors' of an all too human face
Punishment for the rewards gleaned from being the most powerful force with free Will
Intention of the things that are happening now was always the Way, to create is to kill.
Hulk and Thor, gods of mayhem, silent thunder, neutrons, unmoved movers on blind dates
All too human apes evolved from one paramecium & fake fission of subatomic particulates
You will miss me when I'm gone if you knew me, if not, it won't make a difference, 1 & done
Who gets burned, smashed, buried or sunk down under a league of the pitch black sea, son.
Cancer of the skin and bones translates into the extinction of the code's unbridled excellence
Inside of a box of satin curtains or in a pewter-lead-gold urn, same old song & dance's fence
On one side or the other, it's all protected from the Void's attraction, down under the ground
Only the worms and elements of their nature are solvent dirt, soylent green I've lost & found.
A century of the milennia keeps the Time on the sundial and digital clock, it's a 24/7/365 jump
In and out of the birth and death of the species, the Words are made in animated flesh lumps
Breathing gas, showing life on other planets in other solar systems' galaxies that will pimp her
Earth, live & die here & now, that's what gods do, y'all just do it, MAGIC, a gasp & a whimper.
Dust of the cosmos in my eyes and in my mind caused an alpha and omega of us all, a Eureka!
Silence is the only way to the peace beyond the war with the living ham & super wings of Ra
Before humans there was no Science, Industry or WAR 'tween short men in far-middle east
Pilgrims deep fried, grease infused, dead bird, low IQ gobbler, love kiss of God's beast feast!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. BLOVEMBER XXVth, MMXXI Anno Domini #ThanksgivingThursday
{ #FREEZING #melting #BoneDrySeaOfLove jammed while listenin' to #TheOffice #AwkwardMoments on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xpIea-LbSHw }
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