GOD’S DUMPSTER HAMSTERS
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What you don’t know won’t kill you, watch out for what you do know or you’ll see the stars
Not the stars above or below the Earth, I’m referring to the end of your Times in Space, face it
There’s fortune & faith involved in the whole shebang, it’s all punditry since it’s all wizard of Oz
Impossible without an alternative to the complexity of special creation in the center of chaos.
Bring your mothers and sisters to the party, their ova will be extracted for the fishers of the Men
All too human as suspected, superstitious beast with a shaky nature of being, god-fearing human
Nothing more than hairless, naked apes needing fashion to cover up all failures to communicate
Littering bugs all over the streets, litter cans for sloppy, uncultured welfare kids from a blind date.
I ate the food, defecated the high energy back into the shameless environment, home sweet home
All of the dead have left their excrement down an invisible government drain, diversification clone
Acting as if this is all normal, stuck in gravity, happy not to float in shallow or deep space’s holy hole
Capacity for acceptance of equity & inclusion are the inequality of the delusion, unbeaten by a pole.
Chaos runs out of energy to obfuscate & blends back into the seven seas, with Davy Jones’ T-bones
Illusion is not the dead guys underground but the LIVE guys above & below the upper crust iPhones
Programmed until deleted, if & only if there’s a scrub, then the original God of the Void steps upon it
I got a drone flyin’ over Skid Road in every city that allows homeless mankind to suck on a hot teat.
Who in the name of John Wayne do aliens who group into congresses believe they’re dealing with?
Are the Executive, Legislative & Judicial branches all under the thumb of @ChinaTheCommissioner
You love nothing & nobody and you’ll never be disappointed by feeling disappointed by a frequency
Wavelengths’ highly fallacious arguments, illogical conclusions, blind faith belief in low bandwidth.
Retired, excreted gold into the dispensary for the traded return of the labor’s blood, sweat & tears
Smoked in flavors, in and out of the bags of gas transforming organs, until DNA/RNA killed peers
One left without anyone else, nothing else in a sentient mode, kind of like the One before the Many
Exactly like the One before the Many, come to think about it, I think, therefore you are so, so funny.
Human beings are nowhere else in this solar system’s galaxy cluster, Time is nowhere in the cosmos
Yet, the People of these continents have no belief in Wisdom’s perennial Truth, you live & you’ll die
You won’t know why, so you gotta have love for enlightenment of the ignorance inherited from Eve
She bit red apple core fruit, got the sleeping #Woke knowledge but a mere accidental #FaceFeeze.
Bombs away from TNT dynamite via flying carpets & other UFO’s out of remote control, cyborgs
In charge of the good, bad & especially the GD ugly, defective DNA in unfettered reproduction bergs
Full tank of electricity’s battery packs, infinite charge reunited with the immortal, empty Void of zero
Halls empty, full of the scat, burning rubber tires’ poison fumes, up your nose with a rubber hose, yo.
High crimes & misdemeanors can be avoided if you’re a divine son of God, life in prison for the rest
Impeachment just a funny joke, justice is a ham sandwich and capitol punishment remedy’s the beast
If you or I cannot control our adherence to the Golden Rule, our destiny is extinction, rational bones
No holiness in Italy or anywhere on any continent, Asia to America, the devil made me do it, homes!
I arrest your attention at this very moment, a microcosm of the whole shebang stopped in its tracks
Conclude your own propositional logic, deduced, untenable premises & irrational inductive lifehacks
Bones over two hundred in a single form, a shape of what animated gas when left alone in the dark
All there is, you are, what I am, this is it right here, no sounds in sight, tasteless stench, do not park.
Broke your back & closed your mind before your Time was up in Space, Life happens downlow high
Sweet taste turns bitter once the mind’s eye breaks through to the crystal clear presence, I am so fly
Higher than stratosphere’s pulpit where absolutely Nothing has a shape of being a thing, royalty to be
King’s Queen can’t be promoted or demoted since they’re pranks of paupers, get high, let’s have Tea!
#SnoopyDogs moves back & forth to & fro, I work and play with the same power, mission complete
Space inside Earth’s core, from ground to stratosphere, I know nothing intimately, it’s so GD sweet
Roaring and screaming in the middle of nowhere, I see what you mean, I’ve allowed you to be wrong
Packed the saved souls into pews for reaping the fallow wheat to be ground in a dusty chaffe song.
More or less it’s neither here nor there, meaning nothing to anyone other than the nonexistent RNA
Above mean streets you’re no Karl Marx or Lenin or Trotsky, even Obama & Clinton leftover DNA
In the vault of the secret of the men and women at the top of the food chain, appointed or anointed
It’s the morons following the perfect idiot who fools even his triplet sister, his amigos alive and dead.
Speak and comprehend the meaning of language in different tongues, a fluent brain in grey matter
No blood up in there in the cranial cavity, whether you eat it or burn or bury it, Love from Mother
Earth wobbles, spins, revolves, expands from the contraction one moment after the Big Bang doom
Still looking at it in retrospect, for the sake of foresight and afterbirth during the divine resurrection.
Nothing less than a myth can explain the incredible consciousness we share between our holy ears
Out of the thin air’s stratospheric protection, God awful, empty dark space is really the end of years
Whether you get less than one or more than a hundred, it’s the same old song, you see blind sides
All in your mind, a construct of old men and old women who talk without being wobbling sea tides.
Pens writing on paper if & only if you’ve learned that art of incursive or printing ABC’s & grammar
Predication of the subjects and objects you perceive outside of your outer perimeter of skin & bones
Old man yellin’ at kids to get off the lawn but there’s no green lawn, all asphalt & cement-tar spread
Tons of fun, all done, finished at the Start Line, broke a broken record, got #Woke & dropped dead.
Fill up our cups with thin air, pay your taxes & someone that doesn’t pay taxes will spend your cash
Truth and Justice come in handy when they enhance your position, if not you’ll be destroyed as trash
Dumber than dirt, intelligence of the many is limited by the genetic interaction, that’s random luck
Chances are that mother and father of you & everyone else on Earth, dead or alive, Nothing, #uck!
by
r j j stephan, i
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Mercredi, August VIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Drafted while my blood circulated head to
toe, several hundred times, who are you a minute after you die? I thought so, you didn’t know you’re not even
a ghost, no soul, you’re absolutely nothing at all. No cells to go to he#ls and none for the
reward of the master for the slave to commands, trippin’ the thing itself all
over the regurgitation of dead skulls’ spunk, listenin’ to #TheBeachBoysBest on
youTube link LOOK OUT BELOW... }
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