COMMON GROUNDED UFO BASE
Certainty of the fools who expect justice where none exists, here, now or evermore Once existence becomes the issue with the living and the dead, then the gods score
As if there are UFO’s flyin’ around the solar system, galaxy or universe at warp speed
This ain’t no star trek or star wars chit-chat about pretenders’ worlds of divine greed.
Unknown “x” factoids are given as the premise for an honored blind faith conclusion
Skipped the facts about the dead skin and bones of our kin, friends & foes, all are in
For the Rest of the Peace, nothing gets to avoid returning to the dust of the star’s burn
Nothing but the ashes on Wednesday in Lent to remind you of your immortal return.
4 and 20 blackbirds baked in a pie, mixed with the cherry red fruit of the holy scat vine
It grows deep inside of the hypothalamus’ pine shape, which gunpowder factory is a sign
You need that for the fire in the hole, snap your necks of the elders & babies between us
Precious babies regenerate the species’ fool chain of invisible spirits, souls & idle minds.
Full of the bottom lines of the ends of the common fields we’ve occupied by accident
On purpose, we’ve caused a chain reaction of Fate’s electron activity, I’m heaven sent
Below or above the polar opposites of this and that, there’s nothing more nor less than
Almighty Void Black Hole Singularity, we sacrifice our herd up to you all, the Word.
Fools brought back the games to pass the time until the rigor mortis claims dead meat
Disrespect due to the liars & cheaters who knew the Known but kept Truth Top Secret
Strategic isolation of the prize of the holy seats of the undercover lovers of stupid scat
Manufactured by dead philosophers, poets & politicians who killed what they shat.
Civilized clowns and numbskulls who open cans of worms & then complain to the fish
Offering up the squirm on a hook, in the mouth, down the gullet & it’s on for The Ride
Jumping up above the surface in the belly of the beast, a moment flying, diving down
To fathom depths allowed before the final jerk of trouble, lost all fight, get outta town.
Surface to air, there’s water and rocky dirt, the entire remains of a Big Bang of Cool
Outerspace farther and farther from the center, no doubt about it, mama raised no fool
It’s a stretch of liberty to feel that you own freedom to behave without any regulation
You are consigned to morals, ethics & modifications of being all too human, a mortal sin.
Apparently, the first human born to the first pair of humans was a mortal sin, that’s a fact
Look around you, free country, fifty states, millions of citizens & an undocumented stack
Preface by total soundless silence, per-conception inside darkness, mother’s womb tomb
Brought forth what thrives a second or century for no reason,, just a lunatic on a broom.
Meaning without wings you can’t fly without being in the atmosphere, wingless angel
I think I’m a thing, I’m not nothing as might be expected, the whole shebang’s one Void
Forget about it all, every past event with every individual involved got disconnected
Suffering the whole boatload of terror before my eyes, I put God’s holy pain back to bed.
Media communication of data dissemination keeps the world turning, we see what it is
Without pain and suffering we can survive until the bell tolls, release sometimes is caput
Special needs adults living life by whatever goes #TikTok or even if it don’t, up the clock
Where the mouse went after beginning Hickory Dick or Ree Dock, you cause the flock.
Sheep as you are or the angels who interdimensionally Zen smack us on our two knees
One outer skin is so thin that it’s nearly invisible yet it’s beyond good and evil screes
I used to but I don’t any more, speak out loud as if someone cared, the Truth don’t hurt
Not me but it may harm the ones who haven’t read the reason & rhyme of my heart.
It dripped and flowed freely at my will, my whim of desire and need, I cherish my love
She flows upstream to the hatchery and stabs me in the soul & heart, below or above
On top is fine, laughing out loud (LOL) but I have done It, what will have been done
It’s all a come-on, quite a thermonuclear show, as if a sunburn means nothing but fun.
It’s a reminder that you’re mortal, a fool if you live thinking you will live when you die
For the sake of your species if not for your own progeny, if any, you best STFU yo’ mouth
Daughters of the sons of the fathers who all died without their egos & ids deeper south
Here ye, here ye, read all about it, headline is all you need to read, spell it & you’re Fly!
Hymns sung by blind followers beaten by their parents into submission, power to be bums
Listen to the words of the music, the melody and sounds of wind flutes & tom-tom drums
When it’s time, you’ll know, be wary of false alarms of Time &Wall Street Journal tweets
Here’s what your life on Earth will last longer than, an air bubble, enjoy the backstreets.
Getaway from the scene of the crime, y’all never get a reward for the crime & punishment
Hide in a cave with the blind monks and insects that thrive without light, all heaven sent
To lay eggs, hatch them & reincarnate dead bugs we’ve annihilated just like the Goliaths
More than ever before, happiness’ painlessness is sacrosanct, happy lives or gimme deaths.
Powder is dry for the powers that be, that my friends is you and it’s me, really can’t mix it up
Dependent on the creators to get me back my bullets, nobody will get hurt, it’s self defense
Thing of beauty, the beautiful that contrasts with the ugly, malform-face of muted makeup
Far out man, it’s gnarly as usual, a gift to gab not wasted, Now, this Life all makes nonsense.
As if there are UFO’s flyin’ around the solar system, galaxy or universe at warp speed
This ain’t no star trek or star wars chit-chat about pretenders’ worlds of divine greed.
Unknown “x” factoids are given as the premise for an honored blind faith conclusion
Skipped the facts about the dead skin and bones of our kin, friends & foes, all are in
For the Rest of the Peace, nothing gets to avoid returning to the dust of the star’s burn
Nothing but the ashes on Wednesday in Lent to remind you of your immortal return.
4 and 20 blackbirds baked in a pie, mixed with the cherry red fruit of the holy scat vine
It grows deep inside of the hypothalamus’ pine shape, which gunpowder factory is a sign
You need that for the fire in the hole, snap your necks of the elders & babies between us
Precious babies regenerate the species’ fool chain of invisible spirits, souls & idle minds.
Full of the bottom lines of the ends of the common fields we’ve occupied by accident
On purpose, we’ve caused a chain reaction of Fate’s electron activity, I’m heaven sent
Below or above the polar opposites of this and that, there’s nothing more nor less than
Almighty Void Black Hole Singularity, we sacrifice our herd up to you all, the Word.
Fools brought back the games to pass the time until the rigor mortis claims dead meat
Disrespect due to the liars & cheaters who knew the Known but kept Truth Top Secret
Strategic isolation of the prize of the holy seats of the undercover lovers of stupid scat
Manufactured by dead philosophers, poets & politicians who killed what they shat.
Civilized clowns and numbskulls who open cans of worms & then complain to the fish
Offering up the squirm on a hook, in the mouth, down the gullet & it’s on for The Ride
Jumping up above the surface in the belly of the beast, a moment flying, diving down
To fathom depths allowed before the final jerk of trouble, lost all fight, get outta town.
Surface to air, there’s water and rocky dirt, the entire remains of a Big Bang of Cool
Outerspace farther and farther from the center, no doubt about it, mama raised no fool
It’s a stretch of liberty to feel that you own freedom to behave without any regulation
You are consigned to morals, ethics & modifications of being all too human, a mortal sin.
Apparently, the first human born to the first pair of humans was a mortal sin, that’s a fact
Look around you, free country, fifty states, millions of citizens & an undocumented stack
Preface by total soundless silence, per-conception inside darkness, mother’s womb tomb
Brought forth what thrives a second or century for no reason,, just a lunatic on a broom.
Meaning without wings you can’t fly without being in the atmosphere, wingless angel
I think I’m a thing, I’m not nothing as might be expected, the whole shebang’s one Void
Forget about it all, every past event with every individual involved got disconnected
Suffering the whole boatload of terror before my eyes, I put God’s holy pain back to bed.
Media communication of data dissemination keeps the world turning, we see what it is
Without pain and suffering we can survive until the bell tolls, release sometimes is caput
Special needs adults living life by whatever goes #TikTok or even if it don’t, up the clock
Where the mouse went after beginning Hickory Dick or Ree Dock, you cause the flock.
Sheep as you are or the angels who interdimensionally Zen smack us on our two knees
One outer skin is so thin that it’s nearly invisible yet it’s beyond good and evil screes
I used to but I don’t any more, speak out loud as if someone cared, the Truth don’t hurt
Not me but it may harm the ones who haven’t read the reason & rhyme of my heart.
It dripped and flowed freely at my will, my whim of desire and need, I cherish my love
She flows upstream to the hatchery and stabs me in the soul & heart, below or above
On top is fine, laughing out loud (LOL) but I have done It, what will have been done
It’s all a come-on, quite a thermonuclear show, as if a sunburn means nothing but fun.
It’s a reminder that you’re mortal, a fool if you live thinking you will live when you die
For the sake of your species if not for your own progeny, if any, you best STFU yo’ mouth
Daughters of the sons of the fathers who all died without their egos & ids deeper south
Here ye, here ye, read all about it, headline is all you need to read, spell it & you’re Fly!
Hymns sung by blind followers beaten by their parents into submission, power to be bums
Listen to the words of the music, the melody and sounds of wind flutes & tom-tom drums
When it’s time, you’ll know, be wary of false alarms of Time &Wall Street Journal tweets
Here’s what your life on Earth will last longer than, an air bubble, enjoy the backstreets.
Getaway from the scene of the crime, y’all never get a reward for the crime & punishment
Hide in a cave with the blind monks and insects that thrive without light, all heaven sent
To lay eggs, hatch them & reincarnate dead bugs we’ve annihilated just like the Goliaths
More than ever before, happiness’ painlessness is sacrosanct, happy lives or gimme deaths.
Powder is dry for the powers that be, that my friends is you and it’s me, really can’t mix it up
Dependent on the creators to get me back my bullets, nobody will get hurt, it’s self defense
Thing of beauty, the beautiful that contrasts with the ugly, malform-face of muted makeup
Far out man, it’s gnarly as usual, a gift to gab not wasted, Now, this Life all makes nonsense.
by
r j j stephan, i
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 2-13-2024 Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Cached this out of the matrix while listening to @650KFBK @Armstrong_GettyRadio
Link @ https://kste.iheart.com/ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.
{ Cached this out of the matrix while listening to @650KFBK @Armstrong_GettyRadio
Link @ https://kste.iheart.com/ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.
#FAT_TUESDAY
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