PORK INSIDE JOB, FREE BEES IN A TROJAN HORSE
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Course correction on the plan, mutations exist to avoid extinction of the One that matters Spark of the sunlight or its reflection in the black mirror everywhere in sight, gods or hers
Monkey-types aping the mimicking face and hands from infancy to elder, fading genomes
Into the cosmic dust without any memory of this happening at all, ever, I wrote the tomes.
Lost Angie is the word used by the illiterate, non-Anglo lucky rats from row boats & bust jets
For once in the life of the bad boys, they are on a mission to infiltrate the boss of the TV sets
‘merika, shout of an illiterate yet intense corpse waiting to happen coast to coast, sea to sea
Think, a healthy body being invaded by germs, bacterial & viral long defeated by you & me.
To annihilate the species if you’re an alien from another place in Space or Time, it’s precedent
Check the Cro-Magnon man & all you can hope for is no pain or suffering on a hardwood cross
You nailed it and pounded the iron deep through the skin & bone, bleeding out the red wound
Fort around you & the last of all species’ ashes, your skin & bones all gone, Cosmic Dust IS boss.
Pawns defending the castle, obedient to queens’ kings, bishops, knights & the rooks’ final ends
Keeping the fictional real, creating something from nothing as if it’s impossible to violate men’s
Superegos and drums being beaten by their eight fingers and two thumbs, feet metatarsals too
Cymbals symbolic of the gongs rung by bells’ bangs to remind you that this here is stuck in glue.
Random collision of matter caused the Love & Hate, attraction and deflection of two heartbeats
As One, you can’t hear the separate thumps, until the end, beats remain at the same rate feats
Marvel at what you see and hear, smell & taste it all, feel the power of sunshine in & out of Time
Good & bad ones count as better than the alternative, annihilation & obliteration on a thin Dime.
You don’t know like I know, I’m guessing you think I’m probably right about that, you got that right
As the old @Skynyrd reminded me when I was at the Jug, cuttin’ the rug with the Tequilla bar fight
It was over after colored glass bottles & mirrors got destroyed, impaired how I imbibe, death afoot
Far from here over there, past times rung bells in hope of avoiding death, got stabbed, shot, caput.
Fair enough that we don’t know the final gasp of your breath before rigor mortis sets in, bon Iran
If you knew you’d die right then, it’d kill you to see The End before it’s Time, be One all day today
Let Nothing at all sway your attention from the fact of life, you’re gonna die 'fore you know it, I say
You know I’m right, knew it at sixteen & you’ll live to be grandfather of Space, a BoJack Horseman!
Extinction is on the way this way, it’s a one-way street to the end of Time, blown nose in hell
I have an answer for the problem, whichever one is presented, sever the fat head, it will stop
Apes die & corpse stank is not beauty on the beast, it’s what needs to be buried 6 feet deep.
Lights out for you & I eventually, enjoy this ride man and woman, whether I know you or not
It’s the Way, stay right up the middle path & never look back to second guess yourself, no shot
Can enter your skin and bone, superman without kryptonite is my fitness to survive a dream
A solipsism of gargantuan proportions, spouting off overlords’ commands, DNA’s whip cream.
Fins, hands, feet, wings all being the invention of an unmoved mover who left us home, all alone
Nothing’s personal, didn’t know that divine trash would somehow become the rage of the stone
Spinning, wobbling around an infinite revolution, bad guys' long hair ruin the dirty has-been
Boys & girls used logic & reason, Zombie to Nazi, system failure caused 2024 A.D. extinction.
Pitch the ball, hike the ball or just do something with the ball, it needs a homer or touchdown
It’s holy & invisible, can’t die because it’s not alive, never was alive, it is immortal, indivisible
We’re not responsible for this star’s burnin’ up & warmin’ up hydrogen & oxygen out of sight
Periods, eras, millennia of counter-revolutions of Earth’s mass fling a past & a future into a byte.
Awareness that consciousness is a temporary state of being is a phenomenal Truth worth Gold
No need for digits hiding the value you’ve compiled but the gold backup is unavailable as sold
All invested in the stockyards and money markets, I’ve got people for the tasks to be well done
Excellence is my aim from all first steps out of bed every morning, mortal sin's love, son oh son.
Trip isn’t only the whole shebang you’ve experienced in your personal life is mostly forgotten
You & I can recollect something but not everything that happened every day we’ve been alive
On the replay of the unrepeatable, it’s matter and form without substance, shills are begotten
Anger won’t assist in the engagement lest you’ve lost control, confidence wanes, slackers Jive.
First and foremost, at the top of the heap, immortals revered without any proof of divine life
Evolution of DNA spontaneously combusted by solar radiation, seeded phantasmagorical wife
Goddess Earth, place of the Virgin in the cosmic soup from One, fine point of view’s deep end
As you are, we all are, as above, so below, preconceived One & all, on an acid trip’s bitter end.
Repeat ad infinitum, nothing’s free, meaning everything has a variable price, supplies & demand
Serious about being happy that I’m breathing air, functioning without an existential rubber band
Wealth beyond gold, beyond war, not in your skin & bones your kin had named your prune face
On Broadway or in Studio City, the action is the function in petticoat junction, leather and lace.
High 2024 just in the door, a random score of years since zero, “0” not present in the AD’s BC’s
Invisible signs unseen by blinded eyes that can’t see infrared or UV shape the nature of realities
Your own, mine & everyone else’s reality are sacrosanct sacraments singular to ‘only’ your soul
Heart beating until it ceases, the hammer comes down, like it or not, fall down in a black hole!
by
r j j stephan, i
c.
Mardi, 2-20=2024 Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST
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