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GREATEST GRAND DAUGHTERS ON EARTH, @TENCENT WITH THE TIMEOUTS

Not far from where you sit right there, right now, there’s a way to see the future in the past
It’s not rocket science or a need for Einstein or Reagan, just use your God-given talent last
When you run out of the inherited IQ from your parents’ ancestral DNA, you got no choice
Dipping your toes in the water will not work for you, you got to jump in head dive first boys.

Girls will follow if you survive but if you don’t they’re on their own with the carnivore crews
Prowling the historical records for the reason why Humanity rocks Earth, all random screws
You & I cannot reproduce the original copy of the Divine Spark, no holy human can do it all
Miracle that you got here at all so enjoy the ride, Solamente Tu everyone, no speak Espanol.

Por favor, I’m kiddin’ about the language, no comprendo amigas & amigos, therefore I am
Jokers everywhere you look, inside and outside of your house, in no bedroom of any groom
No lady in my purview gets the nod other than the One who knows the score, her I do zoom
Top of ‘er head to tips of ‘er toes, absorbing, holy soul, on a day-go flight, yo pops, hot damn!

I thank you for the granting of your daughter’s flesh & bone to my presence, I got blessed man
Too bad you got those angel wings so soon, in your hundreds, all of my favorite folks, too human
We all must terminate breath & backseats of broken hearts of purple blood, no fault, it’s a curse
Boys and girls got old too, aging means y’all got lucky past conceptional birth, could be worse!

Breaking up with whichever set of 208 bones you had blind faith in, it hurts a second or two too
Time heals the wound and the scar is a memory of the whole shebang, the thing itself’s red blue
Spectrum of the light’s wavelength and the sound of the Word as it is made the flesh of the god
Outside of Earth’s atmosphere, God sees no apemen lookin’ out for The Void’s genocide SCUD.

On a mission to discover the Truth, the answer to the mystery of why human’s exist on a whim
Just spurts of Jizz makin’ all the Jazz, ad infinitum 'til the reverse Big Bang, Singularity, I’m in
No choice one way or the other, a dream in a dream is just a divine scheme to deceive the One
Dreamer in charge only with awareness, without knowing, y’all will die in #WhoDeeWho fun.

Buried underground, under the soil of the planet’s stardust, just like you & I, It’s All gonna die
No I ain’t the first or the last to come & go in a whimper, unknown copies of “x” & “y” point
Emotional rescue of stones ain’t gonna be part of the menu, in fact, this ain’t any Alice joint
Smoked first, killed your lungs capacity to breathe in & out, now who is waking up, 3.14 pi?

Skin of all colors are in the game, the species homo sapiens has 208 bones, spare mutations
If Man’s eyes were blinded by the light, they’d still use their smell & taste to discriminate sins
Good, bad and the ugly ones all would have their own commandments & algebraic theorems
To guide the ignorance of the innocent babies, toddlers, kids, children, teenagers & old men.

Never claimed women didn’t age but they never get old, ask my sis, my wife, aunts & mama
Fratricide and matricide are the methods for the extinction of the species, it’s a prolegomena
Salute future metaphysical, existential claims for Occult Truth of @GratefulDead bad breath
Por favor, merci beau coups, it’s just a tower of babbling, trivial pursuits of the fear of Death.

Fins to maneuver in the sea of the “Less Dense’ than the idiots and morons that appear to be
Everywhere you look, everyplace you go, where the last place you want to go is where you see
Your future in the faces of the toothless young brothers and sisters with the kids eatin’ candies
Andy’s or Mrs. See’s all of the chocolate, hot nuts, caramel and fruit, eating your soul’s freeze.

Mints to soothe the entities stirring inside your hearts and souls, from the leaf of Eden Garden
You ate the apple, you smoked the buds, you baked the cookies in the divinity of mankind’s den
Caves so dark, tree shade covers the blasting star fire from cookin’ your skin into burnt-out sting
On or off, lights on or off, sound on or off, no odor, tasteless, feel the thing, feel it? It’s Nothing.

Blow wind, spin around in wobbling revolution, day & night illusionary needs to remain viable
When you have an exit strategy, you’ll be happy until you discover there isn’t an exit anywhere
Matters where you go and how you get there until the last beat of pumps, beats no pulse at all
Spurred sperm unforgiven for the fortune, only One makes it in, the rest just had a holy bawl! 

 

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XXIXth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

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