#PleaseDontDeceiveMe #StopNoGo #LaughOrCry

 

MYSTERIOUSLY, I GOT IT ON WITH HER, WORM ON A DEAD STAR

Scum of Earth's timed out crust is all television needed to reproduce a goddess' slaves

The other beings from other planets call the Earth, the Stank because they smell scent

Of woman near or far, aggressive scent overcomes a #woke perfume, hotty debutante

After these 208 bones rock their way around the clock for a few, it's the finale graves.

Monkeys performing miracles, conceiving and bearing sweet nothings of good health

I am the one they all come runnin' to when they are scared, all fear hidden in stealth

It's not what they signed up for & they've got no learned strategies to deal the cards

If they don't have capacity to cope with the nonsense of adulthood, it'll be to die for.

Indeed we judge what we do & we're judged by nobody but One, as if it's he or a her

Elite of the society of men & women regulated by commandments to disobey forever

Penitentiary penance for those who cannot adapt to the OBEDIENCE to a good fight

Religion and philosophy merged into the dawn & dusk of the planetary cosmic flight.

In other words, the meaning will no doubt remain the same, it's the Truth if you listen

Subjects predicated in the middle of twilight, zones mutated from objectivism's rant

Babies grew up and solved all of the problems of the forefathers before the mothers

Difficult if not impossible to originate any form of life on a dead star, but hell, we did!

Sundials, clocks, watches, digital displays of Time because Timing is Everything, it is all

Of mice and human beings singing for their food to help consume this holy supernova

My origin on Earth gave me tools & I'm usin' 'em all, I did it, I saw it & I conquered it

My way had consequences, I begged a question, I pitied the fool 'fore it was too late!

No icing on the cake when I found it but the cake was a fake, a window dressing's icon

My blows were taken and my way was the only way I had to take, it was a load of fun

 Animated bag of bones growing from less than a micrometer into 200 pounds of form

Come & go within unknown years, nobody gets out alive, turn It underground, worm!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, August 19th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:02 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @TheMightyTemptations on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7RfGe6MvY84 }

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#DebateInThePitOfHell #YouMotherInseminators @ChamberBrothers @EdSheeran @WARtheBand #NegateNaziBenghazzi

DEBATE HIPPO KNIGHTS?  #LetsRoll  #KillerGodsBikinis

Son of the bastards and bitches of the wars of God & the pantheon of dictatorship reserves

Common and uncommon both have their season on this Space, in this Time, unpredictables

You and I have nothing to do with the outcome being a mere tool for the mechanic in charge

Ear, nose & throat rings around the rosy, red pit of hell that will burn the ice off of the surge.

In control of hailing the idiots out of the agar petri dish of germs and viral bacterial infections

Some fun and some nightmarish, troubling negativity will consume the rest of humanity's sins

Who loves and who hates has no bearing on the spin and wobble of your mind's eyes, breathe

In and out until you can't anymore, it ain't your fault, it's the way it is, it's the Nazi topaz teeth.

Proof of you and I and the rest of humanity will be extinct can appear to us before we die

Regardless of the way it happens to us and the others in or out of our lives, it will be done

Reasonable and logical is all it is, from the premises we are led to a presumptive conclusion

Nobody knows anything to begin with, yet how it appears to be is, firing up Key Lime pie.

Pound sand, hail #Faucism and the death marches on the way to obscure sickness to death

Fully engaged in the trip, evolutionary essence of the species' genome take-way, bad breath

Gargled and pulled the incisors, canines and bicuspids but the rest was left to chew the cud

Everything alive needs to eat something, ash and dirt will not suffice, only the LIVE is food!

Disguised in garnishment and porridges but the source of the verve we enjoy, life's Earth song

Until the inevitable, I hate to keep bringin' it up but it's at least as important as right & wrong

Balls shot, thrown and bounced on walls and grounds, into and over nets into bleacher seats

On the one hand, silence for eternity and lucky to have been here for CoVid19 flu, bat's beats.

So sorry that y'all ain't a Hippopotamus because we have immunity, we have natural immunity

Now, you know it's a secret and you shouldn't tell anyone, therefore the world will flee The City

In the garbage and trash of the alleys and dumps on the outside of the townships, death's smell

Bad smells of the city fanned off of The Lake's windy hawk blows, a holy whirlwind spin in hell.

Blood flowed in the past and it's contained this moment within you or outside of This One

Shape of your body and soul are just a figment of your activated imagination's communion

With the universal oneness introduced by the failed reverence of priests & nuns in the play

Eve & Adam we think, another debate with #Thug English, forked tongued Fool eggs of DNA.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August XVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST #LetsRoll

{  Drafted while listenin' to @WARtheBand #HITS on youTube link with a #GardenHose @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo }

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#CHICAGO @CHICAGO GO HAWKS! #princed @PRINCE

GOD ALMIGHTY, A SENSE OF HUMOROUS TENDENCIES

For one last time, you move, a force within sparks a sanctum's stage of idiotic funk fun

Responsible for evacuation of God's bowels, moving silver & gold, an Earth of Zeus' son

Of the bottom feeders allowed to exist with impunity due to their nuclear missile stroll

Gods of thunder comin' down in a New York/Peking minute, dawn to dusk, let US roll.

Bums and junkies rollin' into the bus and railroad stations after they breached borders

Got in and won't be let out, ever, forever locked into the way of the American breeders

Not me of course, but there's some ugly ones, oughta morph into a man-hippopotamus

Consume the dirt and rocks in a monster explosion designed to return Earth to goddess.

Fun or strife, either way you're gonna die at the end, no spirit will rise above Earth dirts

You will be deep within the bowels of the station you've come to know as home sweets

Die or live a hundred years, more or less and you'll see nothing more clear than it hurts

That you've been abandoned by family and gods, all alone in the center of Id's defeats.

Never giving up unti the final desperate gasp & then a release of muscle power to hold

On to the bowels of the universe within the empty Void of the Cosmos' holy ghost fold

Invisible infancy and transparent eternity merge into the thing itself, left alone, heaven

No fire at one center of Earth's core nor the sun's effulgence of immaculate conception.

A mirage in the glory of unknown ignorance and naivety due to beginning in dark black

It's a womb of experience we all learn to know in that darkness & it's gonna come back

To haunt you, to remind you that you ain't all of that & you can never be, it's impossible

Acceptance of communion with X-factors before The Ends is what it's all about, in HELL!

Woe be tide you, sister used to say, the nun with the hooded robes without facemasks

We thought the brides of Christ had it all together, they had rosary beads clankin' tasks

Runnin' around with kids in the playground, keepin' them busy and distracted from sex

At some point down the road, separation occurred, segregation of the genders, all T-Rex.

Meaning dissolved into the failed genome of DNA infused rocks and salty mud of a Void

Black, no color, nothing to see here, don't even look around, up or down, nothing there

Man or no man, this is all there is here and now, rock, paper & scissors, I win, you lose

Woman or no woman, the better half is a wonderful hope and dream come true, a ruse.

Monkeys know it all, ask any of them in cages or in the wild, they'll tell y'all it, the thing

Bananas for you and everything else, all they need if food, shelter, sex and a refuse arc

Where all is wasted and digested for the fuel to run the system, power of pooh poohing

You know you want it, I do to but we've no choice, it's either live or you die, I'm a snark!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, August 17th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AM PST

{  #Jackedup this AM while listenin' to @PRINCE, link @ https://youtu.be/tTwyVNnfjzU }

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