God Needs Time: Final recipe

Graciously. Yes. Graciously. Yes. Goodbye. Master Banquet Server Aaron Carter. Pressing down on the weight of the epitome. Stop. No. Laps in memory. Blending the final recipe. Qualified. God is a man who learns how to receive. Learning how to say no. You had to be there. Just isn't the same. Is it? No. You are right. That means correct. See. You said it too. And that means also. Well now. She reads my words. Imagine that. Hallelujah. Two points of a literal translation for me. A kiss. I hold her Angel wings. Her succulent, ruby red lips are for me. Allow me. Mine for all time. Red trim. Our organic. Our Immortal King Aaron Donald Carter Bourgeois. Like gigantic three corn nutshells. Yellow skin. Elephant. Remember this. Man. Burning. Tameeka. "Abbott and Costello". Joker. Blew ya. Up today. Do not make me drain you. Literally, eat something little black and brown boy. Girl. Character is nature with one. Judah Prince Carter. Yes. Yes. My student. A moth with butterfly wings. Plenty of time. Starlight. Understand this. Sphere inside of a random ordered "Sierpinski's Triangle". "Clark Kent" at his desk falling outside of the window. Vertical. Plane. Horizontal. Direction. Up. Up and away. Ribbons. Breaking the sound barrier. Echo. Steam. Cymatic Reasoning. Avalanching. Little green inchworm. The universe has a bad comedy routine. I came here to meet the girl who sold me the organic, high THC marijuana. Earth. Ladies. Thursday night. Yellow. Pee. My mouth will receive the squirt of her pleasure. Black man. That dude from the caverns. Little black boy. Niggas. I called you. Bonfire. Sign language. Do not scream and no growling. All you need are four base emotions. "Inside Out". Blessings. The journey is complete. Liberally free. I am carefree. Stands erect. Girl laughed. Courtyard. Family closeup. Black leather. Side strapped triangle. Three chambers. Run. Ring. Center pull. Lord Aaron. Blue? Ya heard? Person. I am "Pterodactyl". "Klingon Bird of Prey". Isla Porras with Poetic Lyrist Aaron Donald Carter Bourgeois. Red Nose Clown. "Velociraptor". "The Fact Is". Shit and then fuck. Gladly share. What da fuck else I gotta do? Oh. "Monte's Cigar Shop". Matthew is my buddha. Who da fuck knew that? And why? There is your goddamn book. Why mutha fucka! Y. Sea. Walking on the water. "Bounce, Rock, Skate, Roll". Now. "The Get Down". That was me saying. Hello. And there was evening and there was morning, a third day. Yes. Yes. Look over there. Who else? Dare me. Three Klingon blades encircle "Michael Dorn". "Respect". I found a picture. Brown people. Two points make a literal translation. Where else? Bless the King. "Other Side Of The Game". Love the Prophet. You are welcome. "Rihanna". Every knee. Women. Ladies and Gentlemen. "Take A Bow". You are hair. Warning. Gladly share. Yes. Yes. @HelioMonsterMan

Playlist

"The Fact Is". https://youtu.be/4YnnIsdSwic

"Bounce, Rock, Skate, Roll". https://youtu.be/GOOIPY3OTtw

"The Get Down". https://youtu.be/8arQZrQzonI

"Respect". https://g.co/kgs/eZDF6V

"Other Side Of The Game". https://youtu.be/3qpyDUfMq-8

"Take A Bow". https://youtu.be/J3UjJ4wKLkg

Reference

"Abbott and Costello". https://g.co/kgs/1nmQWy

"Inside Out". https://g.co/kgs/1XvH6o

"Rihanna". https://g.co/kgs/DAQzRx

Corner Reference