#NoTheoryIsCritical #SpecialCreation #EvolutionFromAccidentalMutation & #ImmaculateConceptions #SHAMEshame

SHAME ON ME, FOOLED ME TWICE

You should never, ever spit on anyone, it’s no joke, it means you want to fight or least talk small

Never meeting your match, y’all run roughshod over the minions until the bully halts all of y’all

Pinned to the canvas for the three count in the last round of the skirmish between kissin’ up kin

Assume all of the premises of your argument’s conclusion are the truth, hence, valid yang & yin.

Signs are signals to warn the observer of the caution required to move forward, full speed ahead

Pawns can keep the kings and queens in check, top secrets in one ear and out of the deaf other

Talkin’ idiots & ridiculous morons in charge of safekeeping of secrets of the spy vs. spy agency

Marvelous Time in this Space, happy to be here, now & the more I get the merrier I am, you see.

Pink or aqua blue hyperventilate to infrared and ultraviolet purple, God confused the DNA/RNA

Mirror reflects NOT what you believe you wanna be but what you appear to be in the light of day

Darkness for all, once corpus delicti releases an all too human, rubber soul, as it is, it’ll always be

Observing all the weak & the strong, not one of them survives the mortal call of skinny & porky.

On the uncertainty principle, I’m not certain of the language created by grunting & groaning yet

This right here is what we got, what we see right now, right here at an open marriage of minds

“It’s not for me to say…” therefore, I’ve given fair warning that I’m sayin’ it’s a mortal’s thin skin

Secret out in an opened safe without a lock or combination for the tumblers’ clickin’ & a clackin’.

As you were just means pretending I have not entered the room, like an invisible ghost in stealth

Fixed the gods’ credos in foreign tongues from the tower of Babel, burned the books of monkeys

That’s not being disrespectful, it’s a compliment to be a writer, author of thoughtful word funk

Nothing you’ll agree with, nothing you’ll recollect, final gasp for that air you can’t shoot or dunk.

Funkified in Iceland Africa where godsons dissolve into daily bread & lemon-lime citrus smoke

Fire in the hole, seriously folks, it as hot as #Hehl which is as hot as planet Earth’s inner sorte

Shaking with life, rattling the nerves & the hooked-up mind, who cares about nuclear code folk

Perfect licking of the world, I am on the motto, if not you then who will do it, don’t be a don’t be.

Junk in the trunk is a mission to the other side of the here & now, legends abound on the radars

Recollection of the memories no man can remember and stay sane, it’s a humdinger to be sure

Once you know, you’ll never look back, ever again, I give too much gratitude to crypt ancestors

Gods dissolve like salt in hot water, H2O’s alone, Nietzsche scored & won a top secret brochure.

Of metaphysical philosophy you asked to leak all of the archives of deadmen who got a last call

Bury you & I, but wait, I forgot what we said or that we were even here at all, it mattered a bit

Just because we all thought that we mattered to nobody anywhere else, you shoot, you’re shot

You’re a loaded pistol’s marksman shot, dribble-bouncin’ baller, naked apemen caging a ball.

Here and now found are the places and times for the reparations needed from creators of God

All the dead men’s mothers who said & wrote known as unknown, made it up writing in blood

Last ditch gasp, breathe deeply & hold it as long as you can, love adze undercover for a second

Swallow down H2O like you’re in darkness with eyes wide open, it’s over, caput, I am stunned.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 4-14-2023 AD @ 755 AMPST

{ Drafted this gem in a vacuumed four-cornered room, a fancy-pants word flambé omelet! Listenin’ to @BlindFaith #CantFindMyWayBackHome on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0VSl5m9eO1M }

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