CALCULUS & ANALYTIC TRIGONOMETRY FOR THE MINIONS, YOU GET THE DEVILS & DUSTED OFF BALLS & JACKS @SantanaCasaNoble #Tequilla #SHOTS

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C R E E P Y

FOUR HEARTBEATS FALL IN LINE

Logical consequence of using false premises to lead you to an invalid conclusion, false narrative gods

That you actually were created as a gift from God to parents, falsehood repeated often enough in video

You have it on video tape & magnetic 8mm from the 1950’s when papa was a youngster about thirty, so

Here we go into safe travel between RR tracks, distorted notion of how it should've been without me.

Uranus isn’t far from the only answer which has been so far away so long, actually inside of a hot Hole

A small black one that nobody in a human body can fathom, unless you happen to be a Druid’s ol’ soul

Strictly in a mind, programmed by your mothers & some few or more by your fathers, jam strong songs

Surviving as the fittest of litters to glitter all over seven continents, stealing horses & now hit on bongs.

You don’t really want to ever fathom how far off of the mark of the Truth you are, mind as well laugh

A tragedy to miss all the comedy in the thing itself & the essence of a whole solar system’s galaxy stars

Relatives of our oneness up in the sky, our illusion that it’s all movin’ from East to West, wobblin’ half

The rest of the story comes the day we all die, day I die, a day after I was alive & hot, high once, laugh!

This couldn’t have happened if you were wise & paying attention to the morons & idiots teachin’ rules

Miscreants and the D minus students, all voting of the dead citizens who still vote from deeper graves

No jungle of asphalt & concrete can stop the seed from sprouting & growing up, up & up wise up fools

So they could die in peace, mouth’s agape, eyes wide opened, good men & women, boys, girls all tools.

Amending my constitutional walking around blocks in hostile terror of being mugged has ended, I fly

Inside of my @Tesla none of the rules apply to me, CHP can't stop the real Ma that I always knew high

Raised her babies & sat in a rockin’ chair sippin’ apple jack & smokin’ some catnip or such flower woe

It all came down to the good book and the bad boys, in church or in the bar with the tender & hook-ho.

My gods were before Atilla the Hun, before Nebuchadnezzar II, Babylonians got time on me myself

Head inside of the good or the bad book, it’s a game, you got the rules of the laws, comprehend it all

Games not yours but you’re all in, us all playin’ in a game, like it or not, dream #Woke extinction crew

They never did like you, tried to let the virus & bacterial germ spiral in a swarm, did a magic trick too!

You know now exactly how I always felt, you never knew  you felt the very same, it came all around

In the circle of babies grown from eggs to caskets content or bone-ash of the three wishes to impound

Rather than the dead of black night, all deletion of conscious awareness, lamb silence  speech wisdom

Left handwriting on the wall scratched into the slate rocks allowed to be sco arched earth’s God leftout.

I thought that this impersonal entity was playin’ either shortstop or catcher, pitch-switch hittin’ to Right

Got over though, ran faster than catchers who couldn’t catch me unless I wanted to lose a good fight

No way ever givin’ up without a fight, handcuffed, back-stabbed, ankle shackles, barred-up fallen hero

Left behind by the minions who scored early & won it all without giving it all as some did on a field.

Trouble to tease you into submission of your ethics & morality & reduce you to a common denominator

If it’s more than 1 then the fraction is nothing more than an illusion, evolved sea mollusks on dry land

Monks & the monkeys appear as One because they are, alive & will die & that’s it, heaven or hell fire

Nobody is threatening the species gene pool with extinction, a threat inevitable, see dinosaurs today?

Maybe right or wrong, either way it’s a fool’s errand & only a fool knows what to do with no stockings

Be a fool with talent to tear & repair hot, black stockings with black lines down the backside, pegs ting

Makin’ legs appear cool, movin’ to and fro' in front of your very eyes, close enough to pull downtown

So, you can handle the Truth, after all, what say YOU? Mums WORD up, huh? Bumped my frown!

Happy to be down with sharks that know me deep down in the sea, waiting for something to die so I eat

Without eating and drinking certain things, die younger than your father and his father, suckin’ hind teat

Without liberty there’s slavery, your choice to make for yourself because you’ll die when it’s your time

Gives you the right to do what you wanna do, anytime you wanna do it, they’ll throw you in an ol’ gaol.

Pretenders all find what they’re lookin’ to pretend about, easy to get adept at that pastime, I can’t do it

Everybody else can do it like it’s second nature, good for them and they’re lucky if they don’t blow chit

Monkeys and the morons call for us to rustle up the reserves for your following herd, hurts to be a head

Happy to be hurt, my head gets to sleep & forgets about it, dream works Magic, ‘til all the Love’s dead. 

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Freezember XXIIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out this jammin’ to @PeterRivera of @RareEarth link @ https://youtu.be/MAsy5y6vq-A }

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