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Tuesday, May 21, 2024

#ThisBlogWasNeverWritten #ConfiscatingTheWholeShebang #ForgetAboutIt #MountHayes #Stargate #ProjectRemoteViewYou

CREATION, ALL TOO HUMAN, ROCK & ROLL THE SPACE’S TIME MACHINE

Simple minds string thoughts together believing in cosmic discovery & the profound quest
To see the face of God, to recollect the nature of my own being, alive & at one with my self
As it can be difficult to fly solo on the mission that’s nearly impossible, in co-pilot remote
Top of the videos highest place in Space, that’s where I’ll reach and remain, on a rowboat.

You can assume that I’m less of a man than the thing itself that breathes your acid daddio
As if there was any other way to become extinct other than to live first exist in utero at least
Full of the trip from beginning itinerary to the final display of shitz goin’ on in downlow town
Bred to be extinct in a century, much less or a little more, in any case, don’t be a sad clown.

Morality compass of North, West, South or East, it’s moot man, there’s no point to sharpen
Only you & I know the fabulous persons who show their naked human form for real Zazen
Doing what any golfer would do on the fairway or the perfect green on the eighteenth hole
Measure the wind and momentum of the lie of the terrain in the dreamscape, a knight lull.

In armor under the disguise, I cannot be violated or compromised by inferior weaponry
Follow behind me to shield you from the pain and suffering lurking in the lighter darkness
Behind the invisible shadow that moves the unmoved mover daddio and mama mia, I see
Confess to nothing more than just following orders, keep it all in mind, never undersea.

Skipping riddles and conundrums to get to the Reality, as such is paramount to ebb & flow
Game or any presentation of a race to a goal, based on bedazzling & screwing the pooch
Somebody always must screw the pooch, it’s a right of safe passage out of the nonsense
Cause my happiness, take it back & cause my sadness, critical thought about existence.

Bright azure, blue sky is an illusion of starshine, black sky’s illusion moonshine is a sight
Mallard quacks unseen yet there’s the sound of the ‘V’ flight, like silent angel wing flight
Harmful and helpful at one and the same time, it’s the facts of life that are hidden deep
Go below six feet graves and the mausoleum ashtrays of leftover fragmented deep sleep.

Crest of the wave, it’s where I’ve been hangin’ ten since yesterday evening, it’s my timeout
Sensory perception escaping my grasp, sights, sounds, tastes, smells, feel In & Out soon
Burgers and shakes to make the world move in and out of love, it’s all animal style whatnot
Action spoke louder than words, I’m nationwide internationally speaking, spittin’ spittoon.

Appeal your judgement to be or not to be after death, as if you’ve got any clue about the ID
Heaven or Hell imaginary concepts without substance, only abstraction art for Art’s sake
Tired in the dream, nature awake with eyes wide open, you fly, you die, it’s all pie in the sky
As if you didn’t suspect the Truth was a solid permutation of your own Highness, all baked.

Judgement of the herd is never right or wrong, it’s just a thing we do with the liberty & love
All of us free to be & still responsible for our actions, obligate each soul’s spirit to spit up
Using the grave as the gravity required to keep the good, the bad & ugly down under above
Stroke back & forth, lover boys do that well for the species’ sake, hammer girls all in love.

Miami to Iceland, north to south poles and all around the equator, the beaches call me
In the sand that once, live feet did tread before my life here and now, no prints leftover
Waves & low frequencies brought back the original lie of the land, God’s blown starlight
Never forget the recall can’t be rescinded, rubber necking made the grade, a good fight.

Subtracted the sum from the dividend, received a quotient for the divisor & it multiplied
Itself times zero equal zero from one to any number you choose including zero itself too
Insider on the outside of the perimeter surrounding the malfunction of the genome ilk
Mothers of fathers cannot conceive the conception that Time is warped mother’s milk.

Chime in anytime you feel you have anything germane we can use to support The Take
All you know about is all you’ll ever know for certain, easy to coil into logic’s sick snake
Using two tools of deduction and induction for formulating a Truth about reality’s muck
Only you know & I know surreality is for you to know, Void in perpetuity, a wad of a phuq.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, May XXIst MMXXIV Anno Domini @ #911 AMPST

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FINIS
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