MARY, IS THAT YOU?
BLUE FISTFUL OF KNUCKLEHEADS & ONE #TRUMP, ACE OF CLUBS
I've got back-up ready to give my argument legs, to make the unmoved mover activate it's holy, infinite glutes
Even God's got muscle to move the inanimate objects that spin and twirl around in our matrix, our rockin' world
Amazed by the empty, deep, dark hole filled with the soul and grace of a legend, an artifact playin' the flutes
What you see's what you get, what you think, you will what you want, debatable flaws, Eve's mortal stranglehold.
In the spirit of the almighty being revealing everything that the #ChiComs require to allow us to be master of Chi
It's a KungFu issue of wisdom versus BlindChessmen following orders of ignoramus kings in charge of queens
Standard shifting of Light of Enlightenment back to the Darkness of the dark ages before Golden Rule scree
Gradual movement from the cool, the blue cold to the red hot taste of fire and momentary lapses, dead scenes.
I could not make anything up from scratch so I started at the foundation of thought, logic and being rational
As we're persuaded that it's been a struggle for survival of the fittest of species, within and without, gong a bell
Ringin' in your ears, repeating the same old song, over and over again until you memorized the gist of the pun
Whistlin' the melody 'cause you forgot the words to the poem, on the right key or wrong, damages are done.
The actual origin of the story has the potential of ending the grand illusion which glues the system's row of ducks
There's a DNA atom from nowhere, magic split the atom into two equal pieces of the mirror-image one original
Turned into this thing itself on another side, over the rainbow near Oz, specially invented Adam's delicious apple
Melted my chocolate factory and holy works of my dreams, everything's goin' downhill where God's core sucks.
Pops called me a punk 'cause I hung out with poor dead end boys, I think he was jealous, played #FourCorners
Tagged It, rules our own, #KickTheCan with boundaries of alleys and gangways between our own basement digs
Grown from 6 to 18 then boom...fired by canon into the free world, the free market, to be free, now loving liberty
A Roman Catholic analysis of the Truth through Sophistry's sophistication of language, #STFU motto of the free.
For real or just for the sheets and giggles you get from pullin' the legs of legs of the serious, 'til they get upset
Pretending to be someone of the culture, not in the culture when you use all comfort the culture offers, in spades
That is difficult but not impossible from the swimming pool on the coast in Malibu, life paid, death awaiting debt
Soul searching for help when doom and gloom becomes my own nemesis, 'til the last drop & the music fades.
On my bad motor scooter to ride the blacktop's coastal One, Mexico to Canada in a week, Chautauqua of me
Talked it over within a thousand miles until the ones stopped on my odometer, frozen and at ones 11,111, a key
To what I didn't know before and cannot ever recall even a hint being given by anyone, I'm sayin' nobody knew
Name of TRUMP's just (c)TRIUMPH without an I or an H, a win-win situation, #Hogs #Knuckleheads & #TRUMP.
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r j j stephan, I
c. April 11, 2017 @11:11 AM PST
( written while listenin' to I’m listening to: #KungFuFighting @ https://youtu.be/2sd6P2Tu8rw )
