#UnmovedMovies #GodsOne #Bannanas #HollarbackGirls

TIME'S LARGE BANG, ACTIVATED GLUTES & A SPLIT INFINITY

Hurley girly women from Martian annhilation flyin' in and out of Space's Time

Momentus occasions allow supernatural intervention and you've got no choice

To be or not to be is indeed the only question that requires no poetic rhyme

Just because you thought you were so pretty & smart, your reflection's toys.

Passin' the time you are allowed out of the goodness of God's limit, posterity

Whatever your DNA inherited by chance meeting of your parents in eternity

That's all you get to work with, words, actions, shooting for the stars' Ends

Where in Space 'that' is cannot be known without these 208 bones IT sends.

Saved or plumb out of lucky chances to get what we need or want as we all do

Malfunction of your family ties to One y'all come from, a menudo cosmic stew

Bums are just weary inhabitants of the War & Peace humanity, stoned junkies

Mothers of phuq-ears labor & pain to get you breathing & knuckle drag-ease.

Why do parents have children in the 21st century, they're Adam's orphans

Who had the need to cause eternal punishment for disobedience to the gods

Ignorance to the innocent is the reward for ignoring pending Doom, such as

Timing is the only thing you have control over, future turns present to past.

Before you & I die at the unknown but inevitable time, don't stop believing

It's a journey from innocence and becoming aware of the twilight zone ring

Around this planet's mystery, grounded to being, we're full of normal Scat

It ain't The Way we all need to go, up eight miles from ground of the cat.

Happiness to regard the dead 'n gone as the achievment of success y'all see

Freedom ain't free, appreciating an allowed place to be here, nothing's free

Allied men and women fight & kill one another's tribe, continents to undivide

Can't beat death's split infinity, living die, DNA ripens, disintegrates topside.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Jeudi, August XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Drafted freezing cold in A dark room while listenin' to #WarriorRadio interview with #AlwaysFaithful novel author Major Tom Schuman, USMC about the HEROES of the Afghanistan theater the USA abandoned to the Taliban.  https://youtu.be/DZR2vHTzOUM }

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MAMA MIA PASTA A SUCCO BAMBINOS LOVE THE PASTA R.I.P. @ElvisP R.I.P.

SLIPSTREAM WAKE OF A RIP-TIDE TRIP, TO BE A WOKE GOD'S DAD, BLACK MOLLIES, INFINITE BENDS

Nothing sucks worse than the end of the fun you have at life

Living happy, laughing & never sad, always positive for a wife

Trending a series of thoughts to coincide with the annhilation

Subjects & objects merge into One, cataclysmic Singularity

All for One & One for all, it's not much but it's a bit genius

Making the thoughtless amongst us think about thoughts of us

All in the name of the father, son & holy ghosts who left it

Matrix Earth, dimension zone, fallen ancestors, immortal chit.

Inside of the final movement of your bones, you know the way

Down underground, melted smoke on your cat's cradle of hay

Smoldering, spark Earth's power to be a Pulsar Star twinkle

Inside the center of your mind or outside the galactic tinkle.

Downsized & evolved of invisible RNA, a naked, four-eyed bro

No human is quite all too human as Fred said, it's null & void

Cancelled and absorbed back into the cosmic mix, high or low

Anywhere, anyplace, anytime, I bled out of God's hemmoroid.

Last time is identical to the first time, difference is a wash

Zero to infinity isn't as far as you think at first, it's a blink

Of the eye or the sunlight shining before it's inevitable finale

Black Hole, Singularity, drilled 3-hole balls in a bowling alley.

Strike to spare all others from feeling awful about losing face

I am going to the store for naked ape clothing, to save Space

You won't miss me when I'm gone, you'll vanish from here too

Nothing personal, Time, Space & ALL things are Dust, Boo!

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, August 17th, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 808 AM

{ Emptied fuel tanks jammin' to The Queen of The Slipstream on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0bDEzE_NpVU }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#WWW #WildWildWest #OnceUponATIME#FirstLadyOfSoul #ChrisRockEmSockEm #Nickelback #ThisIsHowYouRemindMeOfWhatIReallyAM

MOLLY SPLIT IN TWO INFINITIES, YIN & YANG

Formed words without any shape as if they're chimeras of a daymare's songs

Rhythm & rhyme to soothe the savage beasts, here, now before the wrongs

A song will not remain the same, it will mutate & appear stranger than Truth

Not a fabrication but an enhancement of the comprehension, as I forsoothe.

Swam, sprinted & evaporated every molecule I called my own, I dissolved It

Spiritual soul, monkey-brain cause & effect of this sytem of being Up & Down

Spinning, revolving, wobbling, never spilling an ounce of H2O, it is what I am

Liquid power of the Free Will to choose, something or nothing, It is a scam.

Open books and open ends in the library for the fun to begin & end in squirts

Little or big ones, either way, they all come & they'll all go before they know

What hit them right between the eyes?  Where'd that dagger in the heart go?

Dead & gone or still here & living proof that Space & Time's superman hurts.

Pain due to direct blows to the bones or mean tweets and bad words to beat

Innocence into the saavy skulls that return the pain & suffering back to gods

They let it out of the seventh heaven & it needs to return to that bull sheet

Mothers & fathers won't get It but their offspring will, all 'bout the hot rods.

Faster than a speeding bullet but no superman, just a guy in space with cash

Spent on food, shelter & entertainment for the One who came to see it all go

On the day of the last night, fair to be 24 hours of misery, knowing the blow

Matters won't change the facts, what it is & always will be is, dreamin' stash.

Asleep but never #Woke as the pretenders who fake cause & effect so blue

Or not to be the question or the answer, a time to split up & spread out too

To swim or not to swim, to be a fish or a bear or a woman, I swear you see

Clearly for days ahead, keep the breathing up, don't stop, indeed, be Free!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, August XVI, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Pulled out of the empty sky while listenin' to #WildWildWest by @WillSmith @Bruce_Springsteen link @ https://youtu.be/_zXKtfKnfT8 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?