#ColdONE #ShortOfATwelvePack #ItGetsColderBelowZERO #SteelBulletProof #KryptoniteTight #GotTheBestOfWho #TailLightMemoryPhotostatic

YOU WON'T WIN THIS GAME, I AM THE BOARD OF RNA MUTATION

You may not be an idiot but there's a 99.9% chance your RNA's genetically recessive

So, respect is necessary and sufficient condition to be heard as a naked ape invective

Sugar diabetes is not my fault, my heroes & blind faith idols die, yet here, I survive

Through the bat flu and the CoVid mutations of a viral infection, like AIDS, it's alive!

But wait, the Dead die?  Or is it only the Living that die?  Nothing can survive extinction

Left or right of political, social or economic spectrum, all who praised God's mortal sin

God created matter and energy, God is responsible for the result, God's accountable halo

It's too bright to see and staring at it will completely blind your double vision in utero.

Covering up the Truth is not easy since you must recollect the lie precisely, ad nauseum

Ad nauseum, more than wisdom & reasonable pretzel logic of devolutionary gay gism

Smokin' body full of DNA, it's the smoke left over from the heated fire of a conjunction

Grime of naked apes' glutes, to live & die as demons & angels, a fuQFace's origin's sin.

Shouting out loud that there's nothing to see here, to move or not to leave the hearth

All of the things and what they do in a ball of confusion, leaves your with life on Earth

This is not a test, you have been warned for the last time regardless of one recollection

Blindfolded, headphones and facemask all covering up the skull of a royal dodger's sin.

You are fired because you won't hire a lawyer to defend your rights, stand up straight

In line, an arm's length away from the body in front of you except for the One dream

A dream that recurs ad infinitum, as it should when it's the karma of the Origin, fate

No reason or rhyme, no freedom to think or act like a free man or woman, gods' shate.

I raid nothing, everything is given to me on a silver platter before I knew it would end

In the final exit, there's no road, no instruction manual, a prayer leftover from Zeus' Id

Compared to this, the empty Space of the Void is Awesome, no jail, no prison, no men

It's just what things do when they're blown up by the black hole's singularity, AMEN...

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Friday, August 6th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 12:12 PMPST

{ Drafted in the #TwinkleOfMyEye while listenin' to 1993 @SteelyDan Concert in Mountain View, California & YOU won't be disappointed by either that or the WORD's #RoyalScam above with a link to it @ https://youtu.be/mGt8RebOy7Q }

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#TheStruggle #YouMustBeChitlinMe #StopTheMadHypertension @StevieRayVaughan @FriedrichNeitzsche @BookerTWashington #MyStruggle @ImmanuelKant (#CategoricalImperative) #GitGit

CATEGORICAL IMPERATIVE, SHADOW STRUGGLES BECAUSE HE DEALT A DECK OF DICKS

I'm unable to contain my plethora of glee from overflowing into the range's domain

From an unknown "x" factor and an unsolved equation of exactly what Energy is in

This shell of a universe containing atoms of gas in forms of matter that survive birth

Becoming the innocent & defenseless thing that might become a thug without worth.

A wake-up call in a dream within a dream, can modern humanity be without a ticket

To ride the soul train up and down easy street, lookin' to hustle the muscle into debt

Workin' for a livin' until you're retirin' before dyin' on the street or in your red corvette

Parked in a no parking zone in front of a nightclub where a tone man's allowed to set.

In a black market of untaxed production, you make money for nothing, checks are free

Money under the tables in the shadows of the nights and in dark rooms of the days in

Free countries without the gestapo or sheriff comin' in your business without a cause

Of freaks who rule the world there's a realization that the Zen nature of beasts is boss.

From birth to death, you're gonna love the animation of your fuzzy logic, irrational sins

On expecting everything on silver platters & on a crossroad to the struggle, loose ends

Absolute certainty is impossible until a post-mortem state of being, only by then is it so

That you are neither mother nor the father of the last man on Earth, extinction's blow.

Dividends resulting from investments in futures of commodities & consumption's trash

Fortune to be spent on Things to accumulate and the Places to visit gold's ice-cold cash

Laboratory of cosmic menudo, mixed up, dirty rats are WINNING, ape got gorilla glues

Above & below stone walls, DNA's creepy creeps creepin' pig love's COvid batflu blues.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, August Vth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ #AirMarshalls rule!  Drafted while listenin' to #ThusSpokeZarathustra by @FriedrichNietzsche link @ https://youtu.be/ib_xM2zlVzU & then OFFICIAL #Ends @ https://youtu.be/N_-BwXy2KAw & FINALLY, #TwilightOfTheIdols @ https://youtu.be/el_j3jR3P58  }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AdminSpecialist #RockTheGeeks

ONCE UPON A TIME IN MY EMPTY SPACE OF SELFLESS GRIT
Nothing's certain, an eagle's uncertainty principle of Heisenberg allows my rope to skip
Predication of subjects & objectifying the conclusions deduced is the only way to trip
Onto the #AcidMath of corollaries & theorems loosely based on wild, crazy assumptions
Rest after infinite unrest from Mercury to Pluto and beyond the system of revolutions.

Your father and mother know the Ends now that they're dead and gone, it's grim fool
To be hooked on what you cannot afford to buy, you do not work, you don't get paid
Nothing you can do because you didn't study the words and problems in high school
At rest without a prayer to solicit super power assists at scoring the points for the fade.

It all turns to black when there's no light to illuminate the ignorance inherited from Eve
She really blew the knowledge/power of the machine, @Apple now uses the #Karens
Emasculate & reconstitute the idiots & morons who inhabit the land without a home
Epidemic is at pandemic proportions, ten to one, you're gonna die sooner or later, OM.

Asserting premises have veracity doesn't mean they're necessarily true without my me
Ego of the beast of burden completes the inquiries of philosophical injection, of venom
To kill the living to eat the living to avoid the death that cannot be avoided forever, Si?
Sterling silver & fool's gold make the world flip flop like mankind's bad zoom to doom.

Ennui set in before you turned 59 & now you're headed to Ends of Time, more or less
Nothing to recollect here in the middle of my goblet, it was the last of grapes & beers
Wet whistle and parched throat in the middle of the covers that tell the gods to bless
It's now for me to say that you'll NEVER realize your self until you've become selfless.

Really mutated the DNA's acid math beyond recognition of the problem or the solution
Marvelous as usual, just breathing without pain & suffering is preferable to mortal sin
What the hell that is, disobedience to a random, Rando command, of vermin or human
All too human to be trippin' or flashin' back, never false yet it's #FakeNews, manoman!

Goomba of Guido & Franco who whips the boys into shape after they've return so pure
It becomes the spirit of the nitty gritty nuts and bolts of the machine's ghost, the core
To calculate without counting, without a formula to validate accuracy is madness' cure
Contempt for pretentious love, disrespect royals, Marx' in a doom room, 0 - 1, #Score!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, August IVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @TheGlennBeckProgram link on iheart @ https://www.iheart.com/podcast/the-glenn-beck-program-23014384/ & @BareNakedLadies #Flat Earth link @  https://youtu.be/tgyKISW_elQ }
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