END OF YEAR #POWERSTROKE #CommonGrounded #GoodGodHappyNewYear2025 @Eminem & #TwoTrailerParkGirls ... goin' 'round the outside!

I FOLLOW THE NEWS, SAME OLD BLUE, FLAT SHARPS

Gods were here and now they’re all gone and it’s the way it is now both above & below US

There’s no point to drawing a picture from one straight or crooked line that winds to a circle

This here, right this moment is all there is inside of your mind, other data has uplink-bleed

Creep up and down the corridors of the matrix maze you’ve appeared in, to star as a lead.

Once or more than a million times, I have related your mother to the poor lady seed pod

Throws up the babies to increase the monthly income from the powers that be you & me

Two or three (tree) more times and the end of all good times is all that’s left, you’re all in

Can’t become a dot when you’re a line or a two-dimensional shape of Pavlov’s Doge coin.

What I am is what you are, living matter that will not last the century’s causes of effects

Miraculous search has been abandoned for the mundane absence of malice to sexists

Plague kills the living to make room for the cleared palate, we’ve erased your memories

Slate to be or not to be, invasion or exile, either way you’re all gonna die, god-eye sees.

Woke can’t wake up, can’t fall asleep back into the sugar-baby coma for the colored Id

It’s the gamut from deep purple, ultra-violet to infrared & the bovine scat fed to every kid

On or off of Planet Earth, the leftover chit floats about the burning gas-balls of stardust

Incompetent as you know yourself, sensations show sensational & exaggerated disgust.

BBQ’d animal crackers assume animated cell-forms, DNA/RNA combos of fission fashion

Pinned to the pine trees you see from 8 miles high above pop rocks of atomic subdivision

Second city you emerge form a swam of Lake Michigan trolls & drones to retrieve big balls

Jesus’ quotes The Prophet, a frozen-stiff God’s sons of creation, Souls’ fall to welfare rolls.

I will what happens, all in front of my woke-face, persuasion of others is a misnomer’s spiff

I kicked you in the low-hangin’ fruit, the family jewels, hear screamin’ Angus of AC/DC, a riff

You know like I know once you’ve progressed beyond the mercy of the welfare department

Popstars pop out of the toaster with tart fruit, manna of champions from a Jetson’s toaster.

Force you into the round hole, you’re a square, four lines meeting the four points leftover ilk

As you know, nobody knows anything, sights & sounds of the stars we call Zeus’ kids’ milk

All the dead men & women who lived since the Power allowed evolved apes to get hell bent

Everyone would have been surprised by the mystery of struggling to survive a punishment.

Since the water has been evaporating out of the atmosphere due to the orbit’s wobbling

Soon the continents’ shores will increase the sight of the crags exposing Earth as asteroid

An accidental effect of the Big Bang is Life on Earth, there’s no other star in the universe

We are all there is, what you see in the black sky at night is the blanket over your fear-Void.

Enough will never be enough for the whole shebang, the rainbow trash is the fuel for Zeus

Humility within is exposed by jealousy of all fungal infections we call our elected, ewe puss

Monkey shines, pre and post your mother’s labor, father’s random-mix of the slippery slope

I ain’t gonna say this twice, if you listen & navigate the rest of your life story, it’ll be all dope.

Tiny and simple to huge and complex, a dot transforms into shapes of animated, aired acid

Came from sunshine’s photosynthetic modification of the thing itself, One pretentious Id

Before your conception, you can’t recall but there was either Fear & Love evolved to mutate

Egg & seminal fluid is It, what you are ain’t a god’s daughter or antihero son of a gun’s date.

Revoke & resign are not viable options, all you get is dead air, a body of work, piece of work

Fallen or just trippin’ on the formula retrieved from commandments on slate rock for a dork

That prehistoric modification of blind faith’s belief in Nothing absolute, First Cause antihero

Pals of Bad-Built-Bush-Body, degenerate savages are the progeny of our gods, I add to zero.

Comic books with funny jokes between punks and their animals, generate the mirth of gods

Laughing their invisible soul’s arses off, there’s reason for madness, I will cause extinction

I drank all of the leftover bowls of cereal cow milk and sugar, sweetened my cavity function

Pulled the rotten roots out of the maxilla & mandible with a shot of nonvaccine Nova Caine.

Ski & skate as a substitute for crawling, walking & sprinting, point A to B, a Clarkfever fizzer

If and only if the boredom will be too much to take, only then terminate DNA & RNA’s uplink

What will happen then, what will you do then when Scat hits the fan und spreads like butter

All recycled matter we call food, dedicated defecation, no drinks stay within, it’s all in sync.

POTUS’ toughness gets a blow to the noggin and goes into the power-stroke of the millennia

What I am is what I got between my ears, non-material mind of different strokes, what the…

Gods in the dams to keep the river waters from the melted snow atop the high lander peaks

Kids rock just has hard when it’s the softer and kinder rock of ages, prehistoric funky geeks.

Locomotion is mocking the revolving & orbiting pieces of dirty galaxies only dead heads see

Ate dogs, cats, cattle, horses, goats, pigs, sheep, snakes & live elves, all too humane to be

Off color ultraviolet waves turn into infrared frequencies that were never here or ever there

Spatial timing is everything, nothing is more important than that, avoiding extinction in fear.

Running the dozens, you’ll never even know, poets don’t even know it, no fate of protocol

With the leftover stardusted sand, the hydrogen & oxygen are artificially intelligent, like #aI

My father Al, artificially dreamt that a dream’d come true, it did, here I am, hereditary sloop

Deep Space is empty of wisdom & knowledge, goddess’ drones filling womb-cosmic-soup.

I have the trump to cancel-out your powerful acey-deucy high-balls, I will lay low to the end

Finale will eventually finalize a contract, signed on a dotted line and then logged in heaven

No fire and brimstone will annihilate the yuletide logs in the fireplace, placed Hell’s kitchen

Near a melting pot of every race, sexual menudo of 208 bones of a cultural collection of sin.

Amboy’s Dukes & girls into dead Folkes, terminated via age or accident, answer the phone

Pretention of naked-ape children who’ve graduated out a Universe’s university, mind-blown

Common ground keeping us down, all gravitational pull of the wobbling revolution, my orbit

Crowned and finally left grounded skull & bones, buried, burned, pulverized “Never Forget!”

Now you see it, then you don’t, emptiness inside of a deep hole, eating ducks, cats & @Doge

I’m your father & your mother’s father hence, you are what I am yet one of us is a cool rogue

Infinite periods between sentences download paragraphs’ phraseology, simple fools’ pools

Genes demented forms of liquids & gases turned solid, wasted dump of uneducated fools.

Bums and brutal junkies filling out forms for the games of hens & roosters, illegitimate eggs

Been what you’ve been, off of the throne when gods’ deaths’ go goo-goo doll, drag of dregs

I am nearly gone; I’m goin’ to a #GoGo with the smoke of @Smokey & shebang of a miracle

Force One, dead yet not gone, no more death & suffering, Hohoe Xmas, 2025’s Hell’s Bell.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember XX^th MMXXIV Anno Domini at 911 AMPST

{ Drafted during the #FinalShow of @Armstrong_Getty #ClipsOfTheYear @ @Armstrong_GettyRadio @kste650 #GitSome #ObviouslyNotJoeBiden while jammin’ later to @WARtheBand link # https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=5MnFZWWDx7x156at }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Truth Say Not One Word #OnenessIsThrillingClimaxToEarthLIFE #CATS here before the cavemen!

ROW C.I.A. BOATS, T.N.T. PAGERS & SCAT-SHIPS

Filling station where you charge your batteries under the bridge of highs & lows

Money ain’t in the bank yet, gotta wait for the transfer of funds via my eyebrows

Rope in Texas hangin’ nooses from high trees at high noon & then whiskey shots

Time for us to settle down the kids, they’re full of energy from eating with no rest.

Don’t need the stationary place for my bones unless it’s safe to close my eyes

You never know when the bastards come stalkin’ to stab you or slice you up too

Maybe use you for the stew they make for the minions who dance around the park

Around the bonfire so hot and bright, you forget about the evil lurking in the dark.

Brought the impossible argument to it’s final conclusion, no coming right back

Letters all you’ll ever get for years and you never right back, a game I ain’t playin’

Shelter in the storm, I found my own lean-to and it’s better than being behind home

Alley dark below this Earth, lasts longer being nothing but empty Void, God’s a bum.

Taught me how to sound like everybody else who understands getting beyond all of it

As if you could have the entire time, years since the infraction of the Dogecoin chit fit

Ethereum is personal, unconscious & reactive as all other cause & effect that happens

The difference between the two is that The Truth kills The Lie, look out below, God sins.

There’s no need to spar about who is right or wrong, humanity figured out light’s speed

Following your mother into the black hole where she went down that divine rabbit hole

Where the spasms roll through the nervous system, causing the inebriation of the fool

Ready to expire the bones, it’s temporary extinction for the soul’s inner spiritual tool.

Superman & wonder woman mated to create a Dyson Sphere, Nothing like a Tabby star

Power up your energy output on each star in the Milky Way, terraform the world’s K-car

I found the middle of the Dyson Sphere, we travel like the Jetsons with super sprockets

Manipulating the very fabric of the matter & shapes of things all in temporary subsets.

Physics and astronomical reality aside, asleep in a dream now and then, happy too

Unhappiness achievement independent of the Class 3 forces, pure energy = voodoo

The cyborg revolution is accelerating upto light speed, no need to burp heaven scents

It’s comin’ chief, like it or not, you’ve got no choice, taught by native master sergeants.

Come see and you’ll invent the rest that’s missing from the present, the past recalled

If history of you yourself is all you can recall, well that’s enough to fight ‘til a bitter end

Keep mindful, a motto, Survival of Fittest, #Woke read incursive writing, enclave’s Void

Dark inside but fire enlightens the unknown, sheds light on fake facts of life destroyed.

You got your head on a swivel, command & control of ancient civilization, a Future too

Prick your head up out of the sand, your feet & everyone else’s hooves are deep in mud

Nobody’s legs can animate all things, the forms of animated Earth mud, it’s a live crew

Ghosts in the machines, call them your relatives & friends & strangers in the wild blue.

Yonder you’ll be & in retrospect you’ll never recall with brain & mind embedded in DNA

Deep and dark Outerspace, far away from our starlight Sun, the father of straight & gay

Extinction is the effect of failure to propagate the DNA matter between sex and candy

For what it’s worth, last blink, you’re blind, no gasp of breath, BAM, Nothing, y’all Free.

No judgement day, promised land or hell fire, The Way to control the herd’s shepherds

Ten commands, theorems & corollaries to guide & control the Way, virus of free birds

Nested higher than kites can fly, when the wind dies, the flight reduces the big smoke

Your mama knows she is the blame, now you know, it is all about, “Your Mama, man!”

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r j j stephan, I

c.  Jeudi, 9-19-MMXXIV Anno Domini @911 AMPST

{ Crafted while listenin’ to @PitBull, @TraceAdkins  & @LukeBryan #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?si=evjfo3g8A3iq_QRX }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

C.I.A.  72 VIRGINS TOO SOON?

LYING LIARS AIN'T LYIN' BLOKE SO WOKE, NEED A WILDASS TOKE

NOTHING BUT EARTH & MOON IN A VOID OF BLACK A(D)TOMS

On the nature of being between rocks & hard places, mantra gin & whiskey
Dialogue and holy commands of the commanders followed a “T” grey beauty
Truth about lies & rampant fabrication of lying liars who grace our Earth
Place in Outerspace with junk & #StarWars in defense of offense, Afterbirth.

We’re inside the Marxist placenta, it’s eating itself in a word misspelled by a bloke
Spelling bumblebee and the other words used by darling loves who remain Woke
Hard liquor you see ahead in a glass, a neat one of Jack, in charge of minions
Knowing nothing, believing in blind faith’s indoctrination of first-last strike sins.

Who said what about how & why you know when one is being offered ends’ gold
Full throttle to keep Time in a bottle so it doesn’t get poured out & drunk to get old
Hey man, it ain’t my idea, this is the way it is and the way it’s gotta be original OG
Got with it in a groove, followed the force of centrifugalism into spin of neon skin.

Black & white just like the old TV’s used to be, there was no color in cathode gas
It has the WORD that got made flesh in the radio & TV waves paid back, jackass
Gods above & below Earth’s moon, they’re all AWOL & come back to witness
Revolution between powers that be and the ones that want to be, Wannabees.

Contents are unknown but the fixings of conglomerat can't be underestimated
Fix has been in for centuries, millennia it’s one & the same thing now, God & Ted
Billing you & me for the payments to red devils & horned gods of a Viking queen
Peaks of the mountains got chopped off by a UFO’s needing gold backs uptown.

Nowhere a Milky Way, far, far away from anywhere, UFO clouds, bring it to me
Pricking up ears in a holy sepulcher, just to raise the dead ad infinitum, dreamy
Phoenician & the rockin’ relatives of the original G’s, Adam, Eve, Cain & Abel
Willing to let it all go if you pay me a ransom, billion bucks in a gold, cash bell.

Perks of rock candy jelly in bean form, rocking holy smoke’s routine, put-on folks
Like it or not & only if you DON’T, all matter of telling the truth, the ol’ okie doke
Pumped up air into the jump shots, miracle is that you still breathe gas up to it
Instant peasants required to aid kings’ chores queens want done, bunch-o-chit.

Complete asinine punks and their progeny’s parents which is selfie's final exam
Running a chit show of this planet’s civilization until a bitter end, a put-on scam
Cringe-worthy to examine under a microscope to avoid the Eve of Extinction
Old men & young men, mothers, sisters, wives & friends, are mortals’ sin-skin.

No free will or choice, good, bad or ugly, it just is what it is, substantial Zero
As above  so it & is exactly the same below, ala core to stratospheric blow
Brimming from the top of a scalding, hot café con leche, T-cell damned, hotrod
Eight by Six, 30 days in the hole or when it’s fiesta time, that’s a recall to God.

Misanthropification of mercy in holy gravity, below & above grounded, red dirt
In a flow around & over the rocks because I can do that, Dusty, total cock Block
Schism cracked glass in the canopy, free for all animation straight to the top’s tip
Hair shaved, grown underground & clipped over & over ad infinitum, time to RIP

Hot takes from trouble hooks & lures that the river flowed by a carbon hot rod
Tush I looked below & above for no reason other than to generate a people god
Men, women, gods & illusions of extinction for air & ground, orbit's chaos key
Nothing lasts forever, be Nothing forever, hillariously yours I am #DictatorFree.

.by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Septembre XV, MMXXIV Anno Domini # 1111 AMPST
{ Crafted out the Void while jammin’ @PITBULL concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9H8tZ3vKM8U }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D

.?

Mining mines of minds gold, silver and platinum... #SwampThingsAndRichGirls @CarlosSantanaEssential #Almost911AGAIN

A LITTLE BIT OF THIS & THAT FOR THE MINION

All in the game baby, l come to Jesus or Krishna or Buddah or Zoroaster paradise’s revival

Regarding the ecstasy you were conceived by, a momentary lapse of the fitness of survival

Intense as the sun is the closer you get, burning to ash & crumbled dusty bone, got skilled

On no cloud 9 or underground creation under the mud, blood & beer we spilled & swilled.

I am a sceptic, I believe that nothing can be proved absolutely without assumptions of fact

Facts are impressions and they may or may not be accurate, maybe distorted to be a redact

No worries about that, words were never meant to evolve, they merely appear & disappear

In myths of angels and devils, drums and trumpets playin’ the rock & roll for babies & deer.

I’m away and long gone, because I couldn’t handle the ignorance and fake incongruence too

Pretending to know it all, knowing no Truth at all about anything from why we live to why die

Laugh, it’s funny, you’re going to the same place all of the dead moms & dads already went to

Certain rigor mortis, ceasing the perp walk in the yard from water to snow peak, what a guy.

Dead air now, nothing sounds like this, quiet as the drop of a pin in a vacuum tube, it’s moot

Point that is useless to comprehend the miracle of sensation, the idea and thought of a rootb

Imagine, you’re asleep as I am, we’re in the same head dreaming a dream of me, yet this bites

It’s lying down appearing to be unconscious or dead, yet functioning as the host of the lights.

Virtually anything is possible, probability only limited to the impossibility of contradictions

Nothing’s neither created nor destroyed, it’s that, Nothing is Everything, could be worse sons

We or at least you & the others will get it on the best y’all can but it won’t be good 3.14 #pi

Ultimately, if you cannot disappear into thin air & transverse dimensions, you live & you die.

Score in matches and games where the competition is more skilled & lucky than you can be

Turns up high on your side, luck or bad night for the opposing team, ten to one, score to me

Holy gods ain’t here, we name them & scribe their existence and purpose for unveiling a face

In the end, the Call is for relaxing to the rhythm an rhyme displayed everywhere, every place.

Scored and nearly won the game, the match and the tournement, just high dreaming but alive

Wash the dirt off of my hands, invisible mud staying outside of me is fine, I’ll babble a deep dive

Royal blues I’ve had after the breakups & losses to the super ego my parents created one night

Innocent and ignorant, downloaded programmed philosophy of Life, makes everything alright.

Second guess my first one at my peril since I know my first guess is always right 100% of Time

Space Time reality, asleep, whistling in the dark, start to finish in all fifty states of inbred being

#44 like #4 accepted and rejected in one fell swoop, dead on arrival for the duration’s dime

Fourth dimensional chess without an opponent, I made rules that mutate an idea that I sing.

Maybe pre-predication cannot be eradicated after all is said & done, forgotten and annhilated

Bing Bang’s reversal is inevitable since there’s no other way to S#it, Shower & Shave, y’all dead

Formation of the shapes of substance is controlled by random chaos & occasional holy scree

In a gospel, in a parable to make an analog imprint of a little bit of this & that on me for free.

Froze my toes off literally, severed the black decrepit metatarsals with a butter knife, hold up

For the exchange of your wife if you give me all the cash in your pocket, you get my purple Tesla

Strong or weak, without the body, your mind can fill the vacuum by no relenting to the bullies

Peaceufui when sights & sounds are eternally terminated, Nothing’s in the mood, hot to freeze.

Mercy’s call of duty is the comfort of the stupid and clueless, method is the Word, coast to coast

Woke awakened for a peek at the future if they continue in anticipation of punishment’s reward

Taking it seriously so I gave every drop of blood and sacraficed my muscles and bones on toast

Kept my promise, let all of my blood out of my veins, freedom-free, at-One is a dead-ass ghost.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 9-10-2024 (*911 EVE) @ 111 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

R I C H A R D ? Is that you? Knock, Knock, Who's there? Richard? Dick? No, you're a dick! I meant that is your nickname right Richie? Dick! You are one like it or not! #GetOverIt

NOTHING'S blue OVER HERE, man

Mix up your mind with your head wrapped around an invisible idea concoction of menudo

Choices between dirty water soup from wrung out rags left on a hot tin roof, you said “I do”
Too late or too early is right on time, presence in the present circumstances, you all get it on
Puns divulged to the Twilight Zone’s Outer Limits, no way to tell the Truth, it is all a #PutOn.

Anti-matter and sweet energy that created it from nothing special is All the omnipotent Void
Your 9 step-children or at least your mothers and fathers would all agree, this is all B.S. boys!
The rich, hard civilization is in ruins, Life goes on without it, language and culture be damned
Inside force, the Cell of the states of being, coast to coast, border to border, it’s a WWF slam.

Mine full of coal, gold rock, diamonds, rubies, sapphires & emeralds procure a jolly good time
Bleed and pull the scab off in time, wait for the scar to remind you what happened and when
Illegals and legals will all die, like it or not, naturally a challenge for pure water, knock knock…
Who’s there, you won’t believe your eyes, you’re being invaded by a Trojan Horse on the block.

Remember the Jets and the Sharks from the West Side Story, there is no comparison with NOW
Knowledge and Wisdom in the infinite set of extinction, you’re all in and out of the menudo mix
Crimes and the punishment for committing those crimes, It’s the end of enlightenment’s blow
No border is secure for Humpty Dumpty who sat on a wall to have great fall, scramble egg trick.

Tastes of your bon-bons I shared out of your good-hearted offer, remain ingrained inside me
At least in my own mind, I’m a legend, that’s all that counts, the others don’t qualify to be
As they were they still are, nothing to do with me, maybe not even with you, we are in tune
On the Marconi, AM or FM all wave or amplitude-frequency modulation of vibrato picayune.

Creeps know other creeps as they are from the same origin, offspring of horrid DNA’s RNA
Imagine Evil is Live spelled backward for some unknown reason, living in evil with the ugly
Peers of the punks just past thirteen years old, mentally the top of their games in perpetuity
Insurrection is denying the resurrection of a dead human being after rigor mortis sees today.

Expecting nothing more than whatever you deserve based on Karma’s sentence to get even
If you’ve harmed the genome, there is payment due upon death, purgatory or hell, I’m sayin’
No free will after you turn “corpse” and whomever is in charge will burn or bury the bones
Think your thoughts survive? A recollection of Life as you know it, becomes defunct stone.

Ask your dead amigos & amigas, ask your dead kin folk, maybe I’m wrong but I’m a zygote
Something happened and blew me to this surface of mud, blood & beer, that’s all she wrote
Whatever you say, burdened by what has been, you pay the karma for chit you didn’t do too
Finale & that encore curtain’s fall means just this, “You got lucky to be here, now just blow!”

Harm nobody, no one, nothing at all that behooves your facility on a narrow path’s breaches
Democracy manifest Jack Carlson put’s your head into the squad car, know a bunch of bitches
Head lock and hand on my penis, people, what is the charge, eating a succulent Chinese meal
I can’t stop choking up my cheerios & chocolate milk, I stay alive after my two hands don’t feel.

Pawns to Newcastle’s with bishops & knights in between them guarding the Kings of Queens
Harmful to your health, like smoking on your gums’ breath, inhaled divas on the play’s scenes
Charm sub atomics on being nucleic, molecular and the evolved form forced by lust and love
Extinction is the only option other than the Fit’s survival, mortality will come, below, above.

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r j j stephan, i
c. MotherMonday, 9-2-2024 A.D. @ 911 AMPST

{ Copped a sneak & blasted this unedited blather out while jammin’ to:  @TrafficBand concert link @ https://youtu.be/N0tf8FIPZsw?si=60Ieg0MTyc5hfqn2 }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#FrereJacques ... are you sleepin'? #HeartBand #WARband #MadonnaMatter #BevisButtheadMenKinda @ArmstrongAndGettyRadicalRadioShow

C O O L

YOU HAD TO BE THERE

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Black is the key to the solar system's space between material things in a material world trick

You allude to the Ends justifying the Means, a spell of the witchcraft espoused by Man's prick

A sharp pin prick it was, a pig in a poke, a bird in a bush, code word's up a consonent's vowel

Park parallel or diagnal but don't double park anywhere, anytime, your chariot will be towed.

Common idiots born to any man and woman on Earth, y'all roll the dice and you'll see the light

Power to the people, we think that's the way innate power is, so GTF out of the way with might

Honor and perfect timing result in success every moment you suck a breath in, so die in peace

Day after you ain't in an alien's Petri Dish, memory fades from an imaginary drawer, squeeze.

Pinched my own behind to check my six, I thought I was awake but I was in a dream, I awoke

Walking around in the fog of war, trying to figure a way out of the connundrum, shucks bloke

You will not know what I mean when you don't jump off of a balcony down to your end, man

Do you know the answer to the question of "Should I jump or not?"  Answer honestly human!

Last gasp of wind, the sun shines even when it's nighttime dark outside your side of the Sand

Spins around clockwise if you looke down from the northern hemisphere, you're killin' me so

Minds lost in the mix, it's the shooting stars and the wobbling angle of the dangle, trust me bro

Or don't if you want to go through the breach yourself, experience fear & loathing firsthand.

Heads to feet, 208 bones calculating time left before the deep six down to Davy Jones' locker

Remotely possible that rotting skin, organic matter & bones get incinerated in hell's hot cache

As a holy bible said, we go to Hell, OMG I never thought about that, cyberspace launched ash

Pulverized, stuffed into a holy urn for the spread back to where you never were, ever forever.

Paid invoices, even steven from now 'til doomsday, hidden nowhere anymore, out of sight 'I'

Seen, heard, tasted, smelled, felt deep down inside out to the tips of toes and upturned nose

Shut your lips when you speak the words coming out of your mind's eye, to be One, I chose

At the finale, the curtain drops on the stage, characters fade to black, you all are gonna die.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, VIII-XXIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMCST

{ Whatever it takes, you will give it, as I did drafting this while jammin' to @WARtheBand link @ https://youtu.be/pukC3E0XxcE?si=FDRE0_Kx6SK57B4o }

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W.W.A.R.D.?