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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

EYE DON'T NO YOU

Fire & pain, drivin' God insane
Heartbeat felt in the eyeballs
Going toward the inner temple
Meeting in the moron mind we resemble

Turn the phrase of monkey see
To know you is what  monkey do
Come over to the window pane alley
See inside your self, as intruder insane

For the real, for the meal
Walkin' back and forth on foot
Rollin' the ping pong ball of confusion
Gettin' a bit tired of thoughts and sin

But I know exactly where I've been
Can't reach you, can't touch you
Swallowing fuel for the talk show
Dick, Jane and Spot,  and a Big Mac-to-go.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Thursday, November 04, 2010

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Aliens puncture Mother Earth in the Heart of Life

THE UNKNOWN SOMEONES HAVE DONE IT NOW...
THEY STABBED MOTHER EARTH IN THE HEART
SHE COULDN'T EVEN TAKE AN OLD ACTRESS BOW
HERE WE ARE, EARTH STOPPED SPINNING APART

OK, I WATCHED A VIDEO, SOME SMOKEY PUFFS BLOWIN'
OUT OF A HOLE IN THE GROUND, MAYBE UNDERSEA
I ASSUME THAT'S ALL SHE WROTE, WON'T STOP FLOWIN'
NO PRESIDENT, DICTATOR OR LAW BODY CAN SAVE YOU OR ME

BUT ALL IS NOT LOST, ROACHES & RATS WILL SURVIVE
THEY CAN LIVE WITHOUT FOOD, WITHOUT WATER OR PEOPLE
THEY TAKE WHAT'S LEFT & METABOLIZE WHAT USED TO BE ALIVE
EVEN THE LAST RESORT COULDN'T SAVE US UNDER ALA'S CHURCH STEEPLE

THE TEMPLE, THE MOSQUE, THE CHURCH ARE FORESAKEN
THE MEN AND THE WOMEN HAVE ALL PERISHED INTO DUST HEAPS OF BONES
IT IS BETTER THAT HISTORY CANNOT BE WRITTEN, 'CAUSE NO PICTURES WERE TAKEN
EXTINCTION OF HUMANITY, MISTAKEN LUBRICATION, ENDS IN WHIMPERS & MOANS.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

MIRACLE


The building collapsed when I was inside
Was it a hurricane, tornado or tidal wave?
Maybe a jet driven non-infidel slave
Eyes wide open, mouths agape, in a a dark, dank cave

Oh damn, what in the hell am I thinkin'
I'm still alive, surrounded by scraps
Of the living and the dead, everywhere
But how could I see in the Black darkness?

A miracle?  Or was I dead?  No, I'm alive!
I was alive, living in a murdered building
I didn't know then what i know now, jive
Now, A or H fissionary, fusionary, neutronic bling bling

It is not about god or ala or the pleroma
Discuss this, property, ownership and material
The matter, the source of dispute in a coma
Put your head on the choppin' block pal

The sneaky get the job done, in every case
The soft underbelly of the freemen is targeted
By the men who want what they believe
Is their property, endowed by their creator

What?  What?  Mo was a fierce warrior?
The Nazarene turned his cheek to even the score?
One would kill, one would be killed
The followers, like lemmings follow, soon chilled

MIRACULOUS TRAGIC COMEDY OF ERRORS


The building collapsed when I was inside
Was it a hurricane, tornado or tidal wave?
Maybe a jet driven non-infidel slave
Eyes wide open, mouths agape, in a dark, dank cave

Oh damn, what in the hell am I thinkin'
I'm still alive, surrounded by scraps
Of the living and the dead, everywhere
But how could I see in the black darkness?

A miracle?  Or was I dead?  No, I'm alive!
I was alive, living in a murdered building
I didn't know then what I know now, jive
Now, A or H fissionary, fusionary, neutronic bling bling

It is not about God or Ala or the pleroma
Discuss this, property ownership and material
The matter, the source of dispute in a coma
Put your head on the choppin' block pal

The sneaky get the job done, in every case
The soft underbelly of the freemen is targeted
By the girlymen who want what they believe
Is their property, endowed by their destructive creator

What?  What?  Mo was a fierce warrior?
The Nazarene turned his cheek to even the score?
One would kill, one would be killed
The followers, like lemmings follow, soon chilled.

- - Anoni Muss   http://www.barackhusseinobama.com/

Friday, April 09, 2010

REGRET

You said you'd love me forever
I said the same and then the wind changed
You fell away from my heartless heart
I wasn't the man you hoped to change me to be.

Dangled my participles at the end of the line
Couldn't get my head to screw on right
She loved me, she loved me not
Ballerina, stripper, wife, mother of light.

Fight for you, die for you, until you said stop
It was over, it pretended to die
But it was too strong for death
Neither heroin nor hashish, no regret.

That is not the truth, not even half of it
I want you back, I have deep regret
For leaving and letting you go to hell
Without me to protect you in the battle.

I can't stalk you though, that feels too crass
I'll just think protective thoughts
And spread their invisible wings to carry power
Of impenetrable defense against unstoppable offense.

You may have a random thought of my presence
That will be my only satisfied intention
I'll love you forever, aslong as you breathe
But you won't know it and I'll have no regret.

--R. Stephan

Monday, April 05, 2010

VENGEANCE

They took my wives, my riches and my god
They left me nothing except a frozen corpse
Living behind the grave, above the dust
Naked ape, I am, intellect in tact

Examing the nature of being or the general
Supreme source of everything with a name
The mother fuc#ing father of the matrix
The noble one in us all, lost in space's face

Dumped off like a forgotten cookie
No milk, not even cream or fat
To wash down the pain of neglect
To be truly forgotten in the darkness

All is well in the city of my angels
Sacramental darlings on my mind
Aha!  Eureka!  We found the lost
Worthless 49er gold, body still-born blind

Forget the payback, you cannot get even
Ever, never, just hper-slide into overdrive
Follow the double yelow line, not even
Naked in the dark, I am the assassin

Fear me you moron!  I know when you sleep
So, always slumber with one eye open
If you feel your life slipping into darkness
It's too late; vengeance is mine, not the Lord's.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

The Beatles Revolution Lyrics

chairman mao reference is classic.....go beebos...lol

Friday, January 15, 2010

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Thursday, January 07, 2010

DYING NASA SCIENTIST TALKS ABOUT SOCIETY

it could be the dyin' evolutionist on his death bed, but it sounds very suspiciously "alien."

Sunday, January 03, 2010

HAPPY 2010

NOW & ZEN IN 2010 (my memo for the year......copyright 2010)