Thursday, December 15, 2022

#YoungThug #TickTock #HickoryDickeryDock #MerryXMas #Philadelpha vs. #NewYork @MontyPython #TaiChiMaster

ARK AS ONE THING, THE END NEVER COMES, THERE IS A PLETHORA INSIDE A VOID

Comin’ out of nowhere at all, between the dirt & air of Space, comes another god as if there was one

Bums & junkies used to go to your public and private schools somewhere on one of seven continents
Pork and bean, pig and underground seeds of your mother Earth, diamonds and dust for the heathens
Who live where they shat during every era of civilization, leftover the pottery fragments’ word ends.

Written inside of dark caves, on the walls when the campfire burned the oxygen, killed by CO2’s igloo
Frozen to death or perished at the original birth of the 208 bones formed into a tight package of glue
Made of DNA acid in millions of bytes, as if we were computers evolved out of a Grinch’s psycho Id
Boys and their idiot girlfriends, or women and their moron boyfriends, have evolved into the Ends bid.

How you doin’ in the darkness at the center of the miserable alleys full of the garbage refused by rats
I’m exaggerating more than a normal disseminator of pitch-black darkness’ emptynested aristocrats
Hooker wants you to sleep until you wake up with an empty wallet, plastic & paper emptied the dive
I was drunk on tequila, and it wasn’t my fault, a girl slipped me a #Mickee & I let evil turn me live.

Wonderbread for the covenant, arc roamed a very windy city back in olden days of playin’ it all loose
Never to work until the paper route engulfed a two-wheel Schwinn in a bag with a cosign, #AlienHash
Hit by a car in an alley, woah comin’ before & after all too human chafe of organic RNA/DNA trash
The id part of the idiot leaves only part of an iota, mind is an iota of floating fuzz sinking in booze.

Poor nor rich, neither alive nor dead, it’s a harbinger above the head, below the dead, air is a constant
Without the breath, without the breathing, it’s curtains, closin’ on the finale of the stage’s play of ants
Meaning that nothing sees anything alive when you’re 8 miles high above god’s glory liberty sin-sin
Conked out but not knocked out, still rollin’ with punches, doin’ the necessary & sufficient conditions.

Maybe you’ve been sleepin’ at the #HotelCalifornia again, so hard to awaken next to the ocean beach
Malibu movements up to Mendocino, I am the only one, the invisible NFT, you know what that means
To the many, I am the one, jealous to know me, wanting the game to end with their win, so I lose it all
Long drive, 300 yards, body of 208 boned-rocks Earth’ll swallow IT all, Life is a holy gold golf bawl.

Macho much too much, much too much, you will arrive as a slave and be freed from bondage at death
No way you’ll get away with murder even if you’re a saint, son of a female or male dog, take a breath
Bums and junkies fighting for a space on the ground in between the alleys, on a thoroughfare of trees
Funk that wags a scent of dead & rotten god’s children, slept on frozen ground, I’m homeless, I freeze.

by
rjjstephan, I
c. Freezember XVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ An @ArkOfTheCovenant #hitjam #hijab out @Halfmoon sky this AM while jammin’ to a modicum of #VanillaFudge @ https://youtu.be/iVI4z4dQXlc }

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