#LineDancin' & #Killingtime #LiveInINFINITESpace #RidinDirtyOnABugatti #TheOfficeBestCuteEnding #WhoeverSaidACityBoyCouldntHaveTheBlues #FOOTLOOSE #HittinTheCeiling #STARtrek #DeepSpaceProbe2022

SPACE IN A DEEP SUCKLE OF A PRODIGY'S MARXIST TEATS, VIRGIN'S EATIN' YELLOW SNOW IN A DREAM, #JK TIME

You may want to open your eyes before you jump over the cliff, you gotta KYA goodbye

Mayhem won't ever happen again to the April Fool, One and the same as the Many high

Weed sold to smoke as if it's an evolutionary adaptation to extinguish government cheese

Seed within, egg without, hatch of a bajillion ancestors chillin' in an evolutionary freeze.

Loaded & locked to be certain a catastrophic uncertainty principle won't raise an ugly head

There is a reason for this rhyme, it's because Chicken Little was warning lightening & thunder

Was all comin' into your grill, just the cool air calmin' down, masonic spell cast, a golden lead

Princes and queens moved the pawns where they needed to be, above & below down under.

From category to subject, object, predicates & verbs of noise is so "much ado about nothing"

I didn't make this up, it's a mere reportage of the many tattle taling on a lost One in SingSing

You're #Woke, you see what you were never taught to see while in catechism's propaganda

Karl marks an X on the spot that's somewhere in Time & Space, on mean mankind's agenda.

If you have exactly what it takes to succeed, you're ready for the disappointments of the free

Nobody lives forever, nobody gets off of the Earth alive with any known, conscious selfhood

There's no real #Hehl to pay because we're not renting the Space or the Time, it's an accident

Ones who made the decision are dead and gone, I'm in charge, I think, ergo I am a #Godsend.

I've been doin' the hustle on the Roseville Road train tracks, there's no sheriff in town at all

You & I are well armed and dangerous & ready for the #HaveNots comin' for your me & y'all

Pretending that reality is this thing you perceive as life on Earthworks for a few moments too

But in the end, eyes are stuck wide-opened like the jaw agape to the open-minded blue fool.

That's you, after your death, nobody but you, no kinfolk, no strangers, it's a solo cup flight

Red, blue or yellow is the plethora of the container, it holds and it won't let you get a crack

In the middle of the middle fork in the road, there are no worries, there's nothing present

Void, absence of atomic matter, all wavelengths of light, ultraviolet to infrared, hella sent.

It's a pity party you're in, I'm not invited, I'd have to turn down the gesture, you punk floyd

Shake your head back & forth 'cause you don't like the force that's in charge of that ol' lady

Mother Earth spinning, wobbling the demagogues and pilgrims who live & die in The Void

Energy blows dicks & clicks, over here, over there & everywhere, capitol's gains I see!

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r j j  stephan, i  

c.  Vendredi, Janvier XIV, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST

{ #Commons & #HouseOfLords of the flies all around the mulberry bush & London Bridge produced this thought of rhyme while inspiration forced me after listenin' carefully & watchin' @TheOffice #Best link @ https://youtu.be/M8KmqaJvgpE }

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