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Monday, December 16, 2019

#PunkedInTheFunk #Wanderers

GAMMA RAY FUNK, IN DEEP SPACE
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 16, 2019
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Meaning of the predication used in the exposition of the crushing, infrared Osiris ultraviolet
Unique and common at one and the same time, a star is born before the same dark starburst
Nothing anyone can say or do to cause Origin to change its nature, stillborn, cosmic Signus
HD209458B, Osiris, God of the Dead, stellar drama of asteroids’ gravity collapsed Pegasus.

It’s hot at one time and simultaneously cold every time, the fullness and absence of gas burns
Be alive and breathe in and out, it’s expansion and contraction of matter, takin’ it, dirty turns
Fall hurtles into winter, then spring. summer, ad infinitum, cosmos spins its wobbling bytes
Orphan worlds, neglected children #Planimo, the ejection out of a Pulsar’s Milky Way fights.

I am skeptical and you are stuck in the muck and mire of the cosmic funk inherited by Adams
Crushed by the weight of Eve and her children’s souls, chaos’ baby, microbial zombie remains
Merry gods orbit the hot fun in the summertime and frigid void of the voided vogue, my Void
Moon rivers of galactic rock collisions create the rollin’ rocks we all know today, AC/DC hoy!

Water on Earth is nearly everywhere except the uncovered mountains look like dry, old #ice7
High pressure make the H2O alive and form a moving crystal, rock salt of my mother’s moon
If there’s a son of atom, It exists there, in Adam of the Sun, superstar, cosmos’ dusted heaven
City of angels and another of bad smells, diamonds and silk rise to the top, await the swoon!

Ports to park your ride for maintenance and get ready for the super nova, you cannot escape
Nobody gets out alive, God and the angels all descend to the center of the Singularity’s drape
Minds over matter find Nothing left to perceive, zero left to think about, everything is broken
From the core of ignorant, Milky Ways into bellies of beasts, we plummet to be or not, ZaZen.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. LUNDI, FREEZEMBER 16TH, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST
{ Standing at a black hole’s holy singularity, a swallow of a bird in grave danger of extinction, listenin’ to the #SoundsOfSilence on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LjIu-o3wDXA }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

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