SCOUNDRELS & INFIDELS, #HITME
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OMG, he used a bad word, an evil word, the end of the world word, it’s a #WordUp, pal
My feet carry me across the ash of this dead star, pretendin’ it’s still alive after it all
A flash of atomic fission and fusion terminated the essence of #Rock remnants of spark
In the blackness of the emptiness of #Space, there is no# Time, you are It, you are Dark.
I don’t mean your skin or your mind inside your fouled-up cro-magnon, top-shelf above
God’s heart beats for a certain number of pumps and that’s it, that’s all, your caput, Love
Not only because you thought you were so pretty and/or smart in too-human crop shrills
But wait, but also there is no God, this is an accident of atomic collision without any Wills.
Amazing in the grace and outrageousness of supernatural emptiness, an obedient, #Fippy
An unknown, mighty invisible legend of the human mind, a contrivance of extinction fear
Stronger than the suboordinates and weak examples of genetic recombination gone #Viral
Northern to southern hemisphere, all around the circumference of the equator, Adam fell.
It’s a mythological generalization of the hidden misery to be abandoned, without a backup
Nobody to cover your #Six when your yin is exposed to someone else’s yang, “Yah! Giddyup!”
No reason to feel left out of the saddle without a foot in a stirrup my friend, ride her bareback
Hold tighter than a buckin’ strap and get ready to be thrown into the middle of a jet tarmac.
Whine and write about the woes of your conscious mind’s confrontations with fear’s whiplash
It comes and goes but it’s never real, it’s always an illusion of “Feeling” the superhero #Flash
Feeling inside what you think anyone feels outside of yourself is an act of futility, self-torture
If there’s a match at once and suddenly the match breaks apart a heart, love remains pure.
A philosopher inside job, it’s not the Time in inner nor outer Space no notice of Space’s Void
Pills n’ burnin’ cherry tree sap from livin’ in the crib of Captain America, refuge of the Freud
Unconscious. burned Ego and an Id’s Super Ego, #FakeNews crumblin’, sabotagin’ my solace
Get back in your dimension, back to #Scoundrels and #Infidels say that to my go-dam face.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. August 25, 2018 Saturday @00:30 AM PST
{ written while listenin’ to @SamSmith #TheThrillOfItAll Tour link @ https://youtu.be/7AXo-bYGXI4 }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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