#WhatsTheScoop #GASP #FooFighters #UFO is #Foo ya fool! #EMINEM @Stargard #Bewitched #WitchWaysUp

GOOD & UGLY, THEREFORE SEE NOTHING BUT BEDS’ SPREADS OF THREE BAD DRAGONS FLYING

Words generally become unintelligible in a specific way, consistent with the idiots’ dribble

Not between two or three but between trillions of germs, I mean people on planets’ Earth

From perimeter to the center of the nucleus, grim reaper is in charge of the recycled hail

Storm full of fake thunder & lightening in the Void’s electrons and neutrons all out on bail.

From the prison of protons, tons of them next to & atop of one another, form of third shift

I’m the messenger, I ain’t the creator or the maintenance manager of the things, my Godson

Buy everything in sight before it’s all gone, handymen ate most of it but there’s KitKat pizza

Full of the food given and taken from the pots and pans via Styrofoam & plastic god’s Papa.

Ego of ethics and morality forgotten just as rigor mortis sets into the joints of sex & rock

It all rolled down the hills from the bitten necks of bleeding, bloody hearts’ ventricle shock

Attacked and stroked the life out of the inner sanctum where the lies resided until daylight

Sunrise on the unknown, empty sets of the universal monkeys roamin’ ‘round Earth’s fight

Kiss my ain’t that something or another thing itself, beneath the platform’s one mighty Void

I know it, even the black magic villains and good, sad clown woke inside of a mankind droid

Marks from dots, lines alone or crisscrossed, ‘x’ marked the ink spot of dirty word’s of gods

Just one sound of one word, ‘O’ found what I was lookin’ for, #Woke up girls in my hot-rods.

Never conceived in the four-wheel bedrooms or maybe I did with the ones or the one, none

Immaculate conceptions of the deception, who I am where the origin is, was & always will be

Aggravated my batteries and caused the direct hits on the targets’ marks of the “X” spot, son

Sleep tightly, awaken at dawn for Entry into The Ending, Agave saga is here, now, Pulque Me!

Choice between nothing and the rest of the things at an atomic, molecular level is nigh, a sin

No, lies are the truth and vice versa, words are significations of scared babies of orphan kin

Little or big sisters and brothers from other fathers and birth mothers, raised Abel & a Cain

All you could do is fear the Fear everywhere night moves were made, hide in a cave’s pain.

Labor of the womb pushin’ the stream and the knot of Adam out into the matrix of slime

All good to be slippery and unable to grip for a snap or a bite into the holy ticks of Time

Space is you, you forgot the Truth, recollect it now for the duration of your call to arms

Ergo, panic ensues, calmness results, killers killed, all good, Juan & Mary homey charms.

Silence without sounds carried by the ether/air above & below the spin masks-on-face

Now all you know is what you got from the words of mouth and calligraphy of longhair

Punks, junkies and their parents who spawned them will all fall under a London bridge

Americas both South & North, China, Russia, Europe-Asia Minor hoarders, God’s grace.}

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Janvier XXVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted after reading about #Pulque, the reason why everything on Earth is all #fornicatedUP

& down, all around, also jammed listenin’ to @TowerOfPower #MaybeItWillRunOff & #SquibCakes link @ https://youtu.be/waqCLBMteGo & https://youtu.be/gQIhoKrCPLk }

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