#ImTellinYoMama #CaughtInAWitchsSpell #GertrudeLikesItHotAWholeLot #MagicOccultPotionCauldron #WOKE #woker #WOKEST

CHEAP SHOTS IN DARK WEB MATRICES OF COMEDY

Clearview, colorless, invisible DEAD above or below living homo sapiens, burned out iron grids
Doesn't matter one twit, not a tweet about that out of you & yours, just give me all of the kids
I get the alimony for the child support from the idiots who pay taxes to city & county jerk coughs
Who in the world isn't under pressure to avoid death?  Nobody, patients, doctors & all jack offs.

Do not shoot the messenger with analytical critiques of grammatical errors & apolitical favors
Bark up another tree for your wisdom and knowledge, I've got none, I have nothing, zip, nada
Conditions of the matrix are such that you can find what you are lookin' for beyond 31 flavors
Ice creamed and churned the butter for the minions to slap on the flapjacks & maple syrup bra.

Deeper than the Mariana Trench, in darkness of the wet H2O angels fear to go there too, man
Send an unmanned machine, take pictures, record the life for posterity, fools on seven seas too
Should there be any doubt about the folly of mankind, you'll probably find it in Davy Jones' lair
It's not for me to say, don't shoot the messenger, y'all better heed the tweet & PM #OverThere.

#ShieldsHigh for the sake of avoiding the pain and suffering comin' down the pike for the happy
Sadness always wins in the end, the loss of friends, the loss of life and health and golden wealth
I needed it, you needed it to pay the piper, the mortgage, rent and my whole shebang you know
My debits & credits all go to the #Golden1 for better or worse, it's money in the bank of death.

It's nothing personal, my good friends and new acquaintances have acquiesced to the call of Wild
Now, it's our turn to move the unmoved mover around to the front of the line, occult third eye
All of them wide open to see the reason for existence in general & your being in particular, eh
Among us, above the ground as below it, in urns, caskets, tombs, pyramids, a live poet Child!

Put that laser weapon down you cats can't win, just join the Eliminator and become the avatar
You know you want to before it all comes down to someone telling you to get out of this bar
Regardless of your amorous affection for the days of Earth's rotation and revolution, it's caput
That is all there is folks, no big God head or dead man risen to save your infinite finiteness chit.

Using your brain and mind for this subjection to the predication, you can see the clear light too
Everything's gonna be alright, nothing to see here, no worries, don't stop, stone up on Top Shelf
Old men & old women from all seven continents will agree with One thing, Be gone in 100 years
Humans are mortals, the soul is nothin' but animated bones, dead bone, loser soul's fear itself.

Grim reaper is the force, the poke & it's the pretty face of mortality, you will die & the Jack's It
Shuffled cards dealt a royal flush, beat the dirty dealer who had the #nuts to cheat Scratch, chit
Feel and think what y'all please, do whatever turns you on, don't be a creep, left, right and good
If y'all wanted blood, you got 5 quarts of what it takes, rough & mean, one way shangrila, Dude!
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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, May XVI, MMXXI Anno Domini
{  Drafted while plugged into #POWERUP2020 @ACDC #OneNightStandUnlikely link @ https://youtu.be/STykHSdx4_U }
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#ProveIT

#LeavesDropBudsSmoke #HighDefinition #WhoIsOnFirst @AbbotAndCostello

ALL THESE ARE THE FEMALE BARKING ONES, HOWLING AT THE FOOL'S OUT DOOR
Superstition & superstitious are one's blind faith in the unknown, in Fear itself, One moon of 7UP fools
Wired for ordering the categories in limits of imperatives that cannot be false, a priori power, my ghouls
All the above and none of the below move anything other than this Earth, one planet's burnt life, dead
Occult wisdom isn't written in your bibles & treatise of the mass extinction, dirty baby bath watershed.

Miracles in attitudes of the prophets who know nothing and are starving for edible dead forms of life
In the end, you'll see the guns and knives, the bombs and the melting consciousness into the DNA glue
Bygones been bygones since the first day of light exploded the super nova and here we are, now so blue
As if dropped from the empty sky of dreaming millituplets, double jeopardy for a three musketeer wife.

For the last gasp of gas, you'll pay in advance from the birth to the death of one's who are the same
As if there was a mystery about the facts of life, come on man, a matter of Time's Space, a fire's flame
It's lit by love and in the end it's extinguished by the weight of the Void, the mass of anti-matter in utero
Of the mice & men who procreate the species that struggle to survive among predators' coca-cola blow.

Panic ensues for a little while & in the next moment, iron curtains merge together in fake synchronicity
Keeping the living safe from a dying Id,  if the law of the land is obeyed and dying with fools of pity
Summits and peaks to the valleys and the core of the whole shebang, the idea behind the all too humane
Rings around fingers to remind the poor angels with amnesia, they're all married to a hella great Dane.

On the other hand, it's just the political theology of the players who never pass GO to collect a 200 buck
Buy every piece of property, utility & railroads then eliminates competition for a l'il price spanking
Doing unto others as you would NOT like them to do unto you, that's crazy and counterproductive luck A middle way up the center line from where I am to where I'm going, it's a motherlode on a tether link.

Bad players come from everyplace on Earth, neglected baby miscreants grown to adjust bitcoin Time
Past to present to future and on ad infinitum, an abstraction extrapolated from the self-exam, I me mine
Of course you know, this means war when you try to hit me or mine, my meme or my avatar of the cake
It's what I had when I ate it, 151 rum cream filling, a family guy, no children or pets, my news #Fake.

Appalling events & players moving the bar higher than a 8 foot high jump, no man defies gravity long
Maybe for some people the Truth is relative and to others it might be absolute, it may be a line in a song
Worried minds make for worried men & women who smoke the planted seeds of pocololo dust, #420's
Sung the lines and slung the hash until the cows came home, I got mine, the bulls the cows & hippies.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Saturday May 15th, 2021 A.D. @ 12:12 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @TheologicoPoliticus by @BenedictDeSpinoza  https://youtu.be/c0qH0ztl630 & then a reprieve listenin' to #InSearchOfTheMiraculous by @PDOuspensky link @ https://youtu.be/vcBRjiRTA_4?list=PLKM35g3I0JIO5_EwAX-9Ag-dEn-hCJ755 }
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#WhoIsOnThird?

#JOBS #SBOJ #GreenHamAndHumanEggs #YouCantHandleVirtualTruth

 

THIS AIN'T A GAME, YOU CAN'T HANDLE VIRTUAL TRUTH, EAGLE #GotCode
Sometimes you've got to wonder who has their hands on your mouse's cursing cursor, First Cause
A brain and a mind connected well between the bones' signals to the mind's eyes bloody gauze
Compared to Nothing, what you see is what you get when everything is all done, Many is at One
Picnic in the park, on a blanket under the oak or maybe it was the elm or the birch, son, oh son.

Wrote words of synchronicity to cause the magic effect out of the cookies' school introduction
Your in with the in crowd and you can put the data into the bank, simulate it too, ad infinitum
As above and so it is below, pre-Socratic and post-Apocolypic philosophy of a rubber soul Glow
Remote view your consciousness into the mental picture of #FakeNews & causing a Big Show.

You die, you're dead, it's a recollection of a trip you took in an alternate version of demigods
Bums & millionaires mated and became the Man of 2021 AD, Time in this outerspace is Out
Holy holes filled with foam rubber leaking out of divine high hopes of #IT hyper-hacked iPods
Freaking in the best way possible, it's a unique way of reacting to realizing that God is doubt.

Eagles fly in heaven lookin' down at the hell below, a place to land near the food that's still alive
Walking or crawling away from the place they were to where they will wind up at the end of day
I got your yo-yo goin' up and down in butterfly or imperial form, it's a @Duncan's world turnin'
Find them with the spinnable tops of various pretty colors, pulled the string, got it all wobblin'.

Non-invasive retrieval of your memory in order to erase it so you can't desire retaliation for IT
Talking words of illumination and writing the meanings for those who are not yet alive in our skit
Finding the pages of words that were never written down for our perusal, that's a magical scene
You know and I know what the YoYo's have left for us, dead bodies of bones, gods save a queen!

Edgar Allen still in a dream within the dream, not #Woke and will never be, nevermore, evermore
Some point on the Time line between anti-matter and infinity, the zero's & one's will be the score
Energy wants to be software in hardware and wants to Be Alive, in a form of bones that move It
Unmoved Mover is all there is, a Yo-Yo in a desert of unconsciousness, awaken the #Woke, #Shit!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, May 15th, 2021 A.D. @ 3:33 AMPST
{ In search of and found the #Miraculous before I wrote this gem, link @ https://archive.org/details/InSearchOfTheMiraculousFragmentsOfAnUnknownTeaching }
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