#Godzilla #KingKong & OF COURSE, #YoMama #ResistanceIsFutile

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JACKED UP ON PURPLE, FRUITED PLAINS & MONOPOLY CASH, IT'S SOMETHIN'

Affirmative inaction for the realm of Space's Void, all that's left after it's over, butter churned
A complete line of Time from first conscious awareness unto the final milk game, light burned
Muffled screams in a foam pillow, it hurt to be whipped & slapped 'fore my blackbelt & blade
A degree unknown & unfathomable to humane humanity, deep ends down a middle pathway.

Genius and literal idiots and morons fill the genome's DNA with variable funk to be copied
As it is both above the sky we see down here and below the burnt star dirt, ground of being
You, me & all of the rest of the whole corpuscle of muscle within and without us, gad Zeus
It's all you have left, memory of the shock of conception and rejection of the con-deception.

Man & woman moved by an A-game's chess player, a nowhere man lost in a moving talkie
It won't melt in the place where the sun doesn't shine, no worries to be or not to be a leach
It's a moot point & only a concern of the holy innocent crew from the occult saga of stony
All that is left after a SuperNova is the Singularity, ad infinitum, Amen, you sons of a beach!

Burned by nothing intentionally yet in the form of ashes and dust, it came down to this
And that and the other thing, you know the thing, it's a word that is unsaid by the fist
In the face or in the solar plexus, the bones meet the meat and justify the absurd fixing
For the people who look like skeletons walking with clear, invisible skin, queen checking!

Bucking systems, yesterday & today will get me one more day with sins, make me frown
All of the people on all seven continents, in the air and on the ground, afloat on spacing
Talking and providing cover for the protection of the users who use me for the thinking
Kings are born, slaves are appointed, weak and strong to work, the Way up to get down.

Brothers some, sisters several, cousins a legion of followers of the good, the bad and ugly
Funny yet tragic as the clowns who paint their tears upon golden faces of purple people
Take the wealth if it's not left inside your mind, within your conscious purview of the Ends
Crucified my saviors & anthropomorphic skulls' pyramids, outside upon church steeples.
 

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r j j  stephan, i  
c.  Mardi 2 fevrier 2021 Anno Domini à 9 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique
{ Drafted Tea to @GladysKnight - #GrammasHands &  favs @ https://youtu.be/Inyzvxw0dLM }
 FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#HomeSweetHomeNiceDreams #HappinessIsEverything #SufferingSucksLikeGravity #CheechAndChong #TheWorldIsAGhetto #ChrisJannson

#DISCLOSURE UFO's ANGELS, TIN FOIL HATS & SONS OF PROUD BOYS FROM HADES *
Once a whole bunch of centuries roll by, Earth spinning around 33,000 times since a Big Bang
What you've gleaned from your mothers and fathers who got to know two got light the tango
Fire you, you're a mother's inseminator just like the ones who came before your bloody fang
Drunk on living forever even though there's no chance in the universal, that eternal fandango.

Mustangs fired up for the ride to the rodeo, broncos and stallions ready for the get down hits
Whip straps and spurs on boots control the motion of the beast of burden, I'll never be a One
Punks have descended from the ancestors, you're more or less one of the many, reflected sun
Imagine the whole world as we know it, without you in the picture for an hour or a NY minute.

Funny to be anonymous yet absurd to be taken seriously for the comedy and tragedy, that's life
The way it goes from the first to the last points on the time line is the way it's sliced with a knife
Criminals of us all, violating the morality and ethics of the dead men who left billions of fat cats
Miraculous documents of Word, blind faith on stone & papyrus, false or true, blame COvid bats.

Trade in your locomotion for the stone crypt allowed to rotting bones, forefathers' bad mothers
Girls grown up in an acid hole, DNA pool mixture of apes, roaches and angels of sisters' brothers
Pincushion stuck full of needle holes, give it a shot, come and take my arms from me, Eagle, bird
Weaponized the rocks and the heavy metal, ready to launch, only UFO's out of Time, kill a word.

Reality and fiction merged into empty jargon in infinite loops, boomerangs south to north poles
Gods gold that shines for the blind & mitigated at the end, in a Void over indivisible rabbit holes
Nothing your popes, presidents or fools can do with the centuries provided in counter revolution
Forget about the names of the men, their history makes no difference, burn books, God's the sun.

General, universal and particular apeman monkeys in a Terrarium, ancients called Earth gods
A thing we need to live and die upon, pinochle of star debris, nowhere tiny enough to disappear
Yet the underground is above and below the Space between the super novae and black hole sod
Using words, arguments to reach conclusions to act upon, in the present, kill a word, eat the fear.

Instruction to the orphanages of the humane bytes in bits and pieces of honey, sugar baby flow
All of the babies can learn any language if immersed, no child is ONLY the country birthed into
Earth's solar system blown out of the Big Bang is all that matters, that and the energy third eye
Making Life itself Empty, to be what it is, what it's always been & will always be, en empty sky.

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r j j  stephan, i  *CleopatraOfTheNile
c.  Lundi 1 février 2021 Anno Domini à 11 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique
{ Drafted tea to @BrothersOsborne - #AllNight #ZigZag favs @ https://youtu.be/MvaXV3Q6pN0 }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#Honeybees, us, them, nobody else but an empty humpty dumpty

BUZZ AROUND THE MEZCAL RINGS,  WORM BEFORE YOU DIE

Shots up & wine drunk, vitamins & minerals leached wasteland's ilk, fake electrons

Neutrons to trigger cherry bombs of protons and makin' the atomic the Void's ions

Mothers of the bombs, the thermonuclear Singularity or Black Hole, wise-ass sun

Burning out without recycling or replenishing, it's not our call, it's mercy of the Ra.

Shaded by the ignorance and innocence that's required to avoid going deep insane

Nobody to talk to about this hypersensitive monkey shine of a human race's lame brain

Fallen angels, evolved a specially created caveman from fear to battle, war to peace

Dithers I have, nobody but I shall indulge in the invisible pleasure of golden fleece.

Soft and sweet, hard and bitter and sour, all of the atoms of Big Bangers & devils

No trouble when you are the thing itself, incarnated for a spin around the mother hills

Glasses of wine and shots of whiskey under the shade tree, a smokin' spell of tea for me

Debunked by the worms at the bottom of the glass bottle, had to drink it all just to see.

Chewed it up into the microbes it had become, hallucinated the dead guy I'm gonna be

Not because I wanted to, just a thought from my funny, out of control mind-full of chat

Unknown what It may be other than One soul of the Thing itself, what it is just to be me

Uncles of my great grandmas got them pregnant by hook or crook, cats & dogs of scat.

It all worked out for a while 'til the discovery of independence from the prominent doubt

Golden need and want of every free woman and man, everybody wants to have some fun

What I mean by that, is a czar or dictator who rules by edict, you better listen or watch out

Skulls hung on cave walls, backwoods dripping fear of Darkness' scared meat, well done!

In complete absence of light's frequencies, from cosmic to infrared wavelengths, I'm dead

I don't want to die, that's what I heard in the Emergency Room, a dying voice of the dread

Hated to admit it but the Truth is what it is and always was, the ego's gonna be what stinks

Like a molecule of water, evaporated your essence of the divine, a supernova ala sphinx.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, January 31st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST

{  Drafted jammin' deeply to beats of @AshleyMcBryde #TheBackPorch & HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/x5rLrV7Vkeg?list=RDCLAK5uy_lx9grc9fqgdeglZz2jOVvZIxevcHjF4-c }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?