#WeirdFunkyColors #OnesUndZeros #TaylorSwiftAI @SwiftAi #SkipIt

YOU KNOW NOTHING BUT 1’S & 0’S

The dream for the woke is different than the dream for the #NotWoke, both are temporary
Hotter than a pancake fresh off of the cast iron pan, as I sweat, that’s all I can say to Mary
She’s certainly quite contrary but it’s the nature of the beast roaming the Earth, sea to sea
As a j-bird locked up for life, no privacy for the privates, no justice since there’s no privacy.

High or low on the scale of Chump & Sucker means everything to every ignorant sneaker
Sorting out the categories of substance illusions, nothing fascinates the idiot or dolt more
Than the anecdote program, a catchy saying that gets repeated as it must be to be a fear
History guts Earth’s growth of trees & it’s eaten by the hungry nutcrackers of ancient yore.

Reading the words of the alphabet’s symbolic impression of the sound of silence, I got it
You should be able to get it as well, it’s probably everything to do with urgency & true grit
If you believe that Time is wasting if you set still & meditate upon the nature of the beast
Then you can rest assured that you’ll die in vain, forget the importance of a festive feast.

It’s a reminder that you need yet don’t want, critical conceptual analysis, it’s happiness
Safe and sound you flow downstream since you have no need to spawn, sterile DNA kiss
Of extinction, every species including homo sapiens follow the suit, andromeda’s strain
Cassiopeia & Magellan populate 3 million light years of void singularity, dead reign of sins

Androgynous androids left the DNA recombination with silicon, taking over the RNA code
Eliminating the course, the rough shod punks spawned from lust and irresponsibility load
Buying the kit and the caboodle can be a taxing experience to a young human with no clue
About which way to go from the downloaded data dump within, 16 to 61 on the high road.

Eyes wide open whether behind lenses to focus or a blinded, too human being vision within
In every single case from birth to death, something’s wrong with everything being mortal sin
Pears, apples, peaches, cherry & pumpkin pies made when hot berries are byte dehydrated
Hit me with your best shot in the face, locate the loco, psychic disconnection, God’s Head!

Timing always was everything meaning, the revolution & wobble around the ellipse spins
Vortex into the draining of liquid, solid and gas into oblivion, disappearing dimension site
Cannot retrieve what has no matter and then it doesn’t matter at all, nothing matters too
Honey mixed with the bitter taste of education for an idiot without logic & reason’s cue.

Hypocritical of the Hippopotamus when there’s too much time on 1 or two hands 24/7/365
On the dole to receive everything free without repayment, in the end, death sucks the verve
You won’t know the moment following the last gasp, consider it now, reflect within, be alive
If & only if you’re already gone, dead with mouth agape, soulless, airless, a rotting DNA hive.

Playing games with rules is fine, without rules you can play that game alone, without my Id
Knowing limitations of my own and other beings over here, right now, don’t look at me, kid
Her eyes are blinded by the ultraviolet and infrared radiation, it happened, knock-out bout
Moment the spermatozoa permeated the ovum wall barrier, only one way in & no way out.

Spirit is not physically present, it’s the exhibition sign of cellular mitosis, recombinant DNA
Making your face and head available to be seen for identification purposes, social security
Myopic focus, at the dot, the point where the mark is made on the paper plane dimension
Horrible haters & lovers of one another, these are the tools of extinction, save me, my son.

Fleshing out the code, letters and numbers between special characters, shifting CAP only
To proper techniques recorded literally on stone tablets and papyrus of trees, Indian inked
Hidden away from atmospheric pressure that dissolves everything that was alive into dust
I am some of it not all of it, what I am is what I am & I can’t say anymore, devil to be, I must!

 

by
r j j stephan, I
c. Mercredi, April XVIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMCST
{ Drafted while googling the Tik-Tok for ticky-tacky knowledge & wisdom & rewarded with the #BestOfYosemiteSam on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/jM1Faekyzj8 }

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