EXTINCTION OF SPECIFIC SPECIES, HOMO SAPIENS EVOLVED FROM HOLY SPIT
Before whatever will become reality once the holy missiles get laid in their respective holes
Hope swelling to avoid being ignored for a flash of the Singularity succubus, all up with trolls
Don’t freak out once you’ve become awake, you & I for what it’s worth, we’ll appear #woke
Confidence man that I am, a conman for short, I trust nobody who can justify twitter pokes.
Immortal only in the concept of spirit or soul, nothing lives forever in memory recollection
You and every other man & woman citizen of the United States join me as a non-Christian
Nothing personal and no axe to grind on the sharp slate yet the kick stand needs greassin’
Read every word on the screen while looking into the eye of the camera, look cool, my son.
From the first clearance of the veil which barely disguised an image, you got thunderstruck
Never again at the altar of the holy of holies, confession, communion, ordained God’s truck
Hurting as the loud sounds emanating from the Bose 901’s blast in & out of my mind’s eye
Millions of naked apes ‘ve become sterile, 150 sun revolutions, 2024-2174 A.D. apes’ extinct.
Parking a flying vehicle isn’t necessary, all vehicles fold like magic into a briefcase-size valise
Odds are never even when you’ve found out that notion before or after the favored status
Confiteor Deo the omnipotent one who directs the cause-and-effect traffic, you’re the Stith
In boots or just for the day barefootin’ in the cold, hard dirt of the commonwealth of filth.
Uncomfortable with the unthinkable, blind faith more than the band of useful idiots’ gang
Keeping the many higher than the mob needs to be, followers of the inciteful Marxist ring
A Robinhood type of life on Earth, content to be stealing from the wealthy to help nobody
Not one poor boy or girl, man or woman or hermaphrodite or castrated male left on a wing.
Uncertainty is a principle that I’ve gleaned from studying philosophers & philosophesses
Several in person at the colleges and universities which entertained my GI Bill presence
Tantamount to the pinnacle of upper progress, tip top underfoot, a long way down under
In arears for delinquent rent, this pot of gold comin’ will take care of a year in advance.
Not the writing of good jokes with hilarious punch lines, or a Pulitzer prize for Prose skits
In fact, an incognito bazooka Joe message at the bottom of the cartoon guffaw in bytes
Truth be told, lie to me and you’ll never know an undisputed One, only one becomes One
Untied knots & straightened out the kinks, cocksure, valid conclusion, I’m a seventh son.
Nevertheless, when it comes time to depart the terrain for the Unknown, it’s all a dream
It must be a live, living walking from point to point, misled by blind faith in fantasy cream
The whole pie is right there on the table, sliced in eight pieces for chosen eight knights/one
Of the Octagon Table, six sides of a deadwood plug, hysterical history of bar-brawl fights.
Winners who sometimes kill the losers in battles of the Wars also rewire the DNA eggs
Pregnancies of the unfortunate girls and their sisters and grandmothers with two legs
Hearing the Truth you’ve called the Lies before your eyes blinked wide-open, all-in awe
Barbequed the butchered flesh and bone, mixed the grains with a magic, witch-potion.
No panic in the calmness of the sea of tranquility, a reminder of a prenatal conception fit
Specifically, generally the substance of the whole shebang will vanish with the last word
Forms of subjects & predicates expressing arguments pro & con for a philosophy sword
Insiders fill the gamer’s board with distractions between the GO PASS, up, up, upward.
Here’s the time for the expression of an overview gleaned through myopic concentration
As you’ve fallen into slumber, before you reawaken the brain’s mind psychic malfunction
A program inserted for download & deletion, as above, so below, it is all One & the same
Supernova, crush of love in a black hole’s Singularity, burnt offering, played it’s a shame.
On any given day of the week or month or year, it’s always a matter of time in Space junk
We left it all to provide our signature of sloppy generation of living things evolution flunk
Nothing anything created can do other than follow the program, clock’s goin’ tick tock too
Older or younger, death will be the answer you’re gonna get when your corpse flips to goo.
Monument to your mama & papa who conceived you in the back seat, ’57 Chevy or ’68 Dodge
Salute to you and the Falls of Niagara, feel the water all over your bare skin day & night, man
Pink to ultraviolet blown atoms from photons to quarks, don’t ask for proof, google it for doge
Once you contain your enthusiasm, go back to sleep, dream upon cloud 9 as above, I’m a fan.
Heart and soul is all you have go back to once you awaken from the slumber, it beats blood
Success or failure of your ability to survive as the most fit in your family of humans’ so rude
Some girls know and others know nothing more than their fathers divulged, made of Mud
Beer drank, wine drank, TV watched every move I made, reverse hypnotism in my blood.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, July XXIVth MMXXIV Anno
Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Gleaned from the cosmic slop while jammin’ to #AintNothinLikeTheRealThing @GladysKnight & @VinceGill link @ https://youtu.be/0Niou3l6Zcc }
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