#PutItInHere #RightDownTheMIddle #Tombstone #BootHill #MuckAndMudEverywheres #BirdcageTheater #CowboysRulin' #HookersOpiumLiveEvil #GatesArtificiallyIntelligent #PinkPanther @WyattEarp @BillGates

POSTED IN ENGLISH  taqiyya FOR THE FEW MULTILINGUAL FREEMASONS & INNOCENT MANY LEAKED FROM BABYLONIAN TOWERS

<3 #Giddyup <3

It appears to the blind and the deaf, moon & sun smoke, coming in realty, God's twist & a shout

It's H2O in the liquid form we require to live in the desert of dear life's 7 continents to pass out

Sailing on the edge of 7 seas or being buried under a burned out planet or chillin' my red hot lips

Of the dim witted, learned, educated, literate, wise crackin' 208 bones, hell gnaw, atomic chips.

 

Buffoon that everything can be blamed on whether or neither moron nor idiot is at One's fault

Impossible though it may be, the high probability that the Truth is merely an assumption's chit

Waiting for the end of life is only for the fortunate who do not strive for survival, they're given it

From infant formula & mashed potatoes stuffed into pie holes of outer Space's dead god vault.

 

All that I am and all I will ever be is exactly what you are if you know what I mean, from 9 to 5

But from 6 to 8, now that's really something when you attempt to think about if for a bit of jive

Bet your life that the stakes are way too high to be pretending that it's not all about life & blow

Whoever was in doubt when the baby stage led to an adolescent gauge, adults in a hood, uh oh!

 

The monkeys wanted it and now they've got it, the virus, the infection to rock and roll it away

@Pacific_Stone rocks covered holes to caves of North & South poles, buzz a big One on Payday

Over when it's over as opposed to being started when it's all over, impossible to be the excons

Muggers on corners & in your own house, under your roofs, mortgaged our kin, moms & sons.

 

Smiles you know can bring the sadness to an end, hookin' you all up just like Jacky D on dry ice

Sippin' the spirits and bringin' in back home to the place where nothing matters but rolled dice

A matter of a lover's strangle of my spinal chord, she stole my heart & @EL in divinity's heavens

She's got the combination to let Baal's boots boogie and let the good times roll, dice roll sevens.

 

Getting ready to die is not as important as knowing that you will have no consciousness post life

It's more important that you read about and understand the history of your civilization's strife

Invaders from a tribe that came from out of this world left their imprint on the leftover apples

All about the pie's combination of three and fourteen thousandths, point well taken, it's Hell's.

 

Mummies and the corpus dilecti either embalmed with formaldehyde on rags in a pauper pit

Mythological fictions believed true without a stitch of truth other than street cred, spirit=dead

In a loving way, with pure respect to my parents, ancestors & everybody else, you oughta GFY

It's highly unlikely yet reasonably probable that the life you own will soon end but not today.

 

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, February 13th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

{ #GiveItUp for @TheVoynichCode the 2021 post of the year, link into 9 million views @ https://youtu.be/awGN5NApDy4 }

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#MrMisunderstood #Who? #IDGAS #RearViewSpringsteen #California #Chicago #AllOne

COVID19 MUTATIONS, CHINA CONTROL, KUNG FU YOU, DEAD MAN'S HAND #HEHL

 

Freedom from China's propaganda on being safe with asymptomatic filtered M95 & the spittle

That would be a harem & a ticket to ride while drinking your wine at a BBQ, post chicken little

Drive your mama's deals from mall to strip mall, all for the sake of #Ends, a Reality's cold One

Love walked in & out of my joint, it was not a drivethru, a long neck I won't do, aw #fuck son!

 

Marauding monkeys driven by the hunger inherited from their ancestral, bacterial first Cause

Of being in the middle of a planet's dirt, above and below the unknown, I laugh just because

It makes perfect sense in five ways or maybe six or seven Bevis' & Buttheads will do the due

Apemen scared of their shadows where brave girls fear to go, the News is the old H1N1 Flu.

 

In or outside of Twilight Zones, think about WHO in CHRIST y'all 're ingesting, a double talkin'

Upset with your #Mobster tactics of following the idiots & morons who lead to cool perdition

Operation of M.A.S.H. potatoes & muscles of the animals that run away from killers & corrals

Fascinating as it must be for the old ones who've become jaded by the monotony of my pals.

 

Want to do something all the time, every momentary lapse of reason a king's digs matters

Original sinning at the origin of stupid sons of bitches, I'm speaking of screwing God's dogs

Not only what my father transmitted but also what my mother received, a duty to get me in

To the stage where I'm pretending to be an Oscar winning actor, lookin' for the tails a' shakin'

 

Songs sung by anima, all=time GOAT's angels & the ilk including crows, mortal birds, blue sky

Singing out loud when I didn't want to, they were strangers in paradise, it's a fake god zend

By the by, miracles may happen and reality is impossible, probability that you suck is so high

Probability theory isn't both here and now but also there and then, past to future is present.

 

No, indeed, it's nothing more nor less than to be or not to be, the rest is prehistoric chitlins

Miraculous ends recollected in the university's biblioteque, a blood bath for the holy minions

Books of words, covered in dust mite stuff, page 1 to the final page flip, all mean It, Nothing

That is all of it, dirty water all dried up to set the stage for the finale, a fire song, I'm driving.

 

What's love have to do with it, just two or three feet in front of all souls, as long as it takes

Bizarre though it may be, it's all there is right here in front of our eyes, streaming the lakes

Great ones or lesser valued microbes & bacteria, all of It in a nutshell that digs corpse odor

Your angry eyes have seen their last hindsight but there's still foresight left to tie the score.

 

All of the grace and karma in retrograde from the A to the Z and back to the get go, we're off

To the race that runs counterclockwise to clocks of Time, imagining scenes in dead air space

Will to survive here and now forever or at least for several thousand years, ahistorical stuff

Only you will know and I may but will pretend to be ignorant and naive, an innocent face.'

 

Wise as the only one who has found wisdom and used it to survive in a hostile environment

Terra Ferma spinnin' the yarn from the beginning to the ending, nothing is what heaven sent

That's what we've got here and now, the spirit playin' games with the hunger for shock & awe

On being an innocent baby or old, experienced dog of war, it's all it's 7up to be, I see & I saw.

 

You are my soft and sweet like butter, fresh churned on mama's porch, I can't go back my son

All my daughters are still thinkin' that I died in an accident before they were born to your ma

Those are all your sisters and their kindred are your kin too, your BC proves your identity, so

Military and civilian ways and means to reestablish your roots, you're no orphan, saint or Ho.

 

Shots to us all, never to be drinkin' & drivin' trucks & cars, never drink one drink, in jeopardy

Little teams and gargantuan, single-cell amoeba and the inferior species, paramecium scree

Pumpin' the sounds through the tubes' audio clips of the week in general, a pandemic crazy

Figures didn't lie to your mother, she got pregnant & you were born lucky, river of the Lazy.

 

Permutations of the fractions less than one yet greater than zero, which is the nugatory nil

Vaccinated is actually a shot with a needle in the arm, a dose of disease to immunize a shill

Here's the argument for divine fear of death, it's a vaccination, a deep state stab in the back

Banned Dog-God #Hacker's breach of a kungfu space's force, CIA dead man's hand, we hack!

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, February 12th, 2021 Anno Domini @911 hours CST

{ #ArrestedDevelopment in #PandemicHell #NewBossSameAsTheOldBoss @WHOGreatestHits drafted while listenin' to https://youtu.be/CWQ1QSor47w }

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#NeedAFifthOnTheTenth #ChrisCrossin' #RareEarth #ChrisMcDonald

CODEX'S DIAMOND SIGNS, REMINDED SIGNALS, SCRATCHES OUT OF HINDSIGHT
You don't know like I know but you better get ready to move out the batter's box with a bat
Get ready for the run, you'll need food and protection, the home love you'll very soon discuss
Nothing left when you're on the run from the powers that be other than this muss and fuss
It's all about the movement of the First Cause of everything, the Singularity of a bull's scat.

Among the many there is always one in the crowd that causes others to follow, where it's all at
Movement of the bowels and the people comes out of the end the same way, all a buncha scat
It has always been that way, dead men and dead women left the Word, we chew the black gum
The plan is not yours and it's not mine yet the plan is set, we're the tools, Fi, Fi, Fo, gods of Fum.

Frequently during the millennia, every few hundred years an avatar rises from a virgin birth, haha
Made love to no man, yet the gods, the God who plays hide and seek with love, conceived a boy
Little baby boy Adam came from Nothing at all, not even a zygote at first, just Nothing, Void toy
Divine as it is, humane as we can be, thank the UFO powers, mighty angelic realm, bow to Ra.

Truth on stone tablets imprinted ala radiation burns of wavy lines, cross-crossed scratch of lasers
Or were the gouges of the sculpture on a flat rock, all that was possible for a will to be a mortal
Had a God here a long time ago & he or It said it would return some day before you die, Big Lie
Dig a hole six feet deep for what's left of one last breath, ain't no wings out of this Time's portal.

Space beyond one's eyesight is some hindsight or foresight but no ESP holy, infallible matrix
Nothing as a Void and everything else as all we know, categories of experience & magical tricks
Not only are you a result of a hooker's trick but also your grandparents and theirs, so, We Be It
Mortal sin is the making love to making baby boys and girls, that's the sin of the moronic idiot!

Murder in the miracle is that you don't know you're asleep in A dream, you think it's real funky
Wanting to play as a child does for an entire human lifetime is normal but we can't have that ilk
Teaching the children the Way, the only way they'll make it, cooperation & protection from evil
Mankind's kin for some reason RAN A PROGRAM with a moral imperative, accidental teat milk.

Sick and tired of the fear & loathing, good, evil & ugly sandwiches and hot soups have long gone
Walked around city sidewalks, up and down the railroad's tracks, no property for the public fun
Keep moving to pretend to be or not to be searching for something, a place, a thing or a person
I ain't prayin' and I'm just sayin' like my daddy said, "Here I come!"  Oh my God, I was so wrong!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, February 10th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44:44 AM
{  Drafted listenin' to @RareEarth #GetReady for link @ https://youtu.be/o3Z8NU5ImK0 }
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