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Showing posts with label #freaky. Show all posts

Friday, March 15, 2024

#Emphasized #Microscopic #Subatomic #Entropy #DiscussDisgustDisengenuous #TartsShortShorts

ON BEING AN ENIGMATIC ALOGRHYTHM

When the ends and the means become indistinguishable from one another’s
Life or Death, it’s not only each and every one of us, in every proto galaxy’s
Dark matter, Matter & Radiation, for the love of God, the gods left over the ice
Perfection is everything that exists in this one universe, a theoretical guess.

It’s a rhetorical thirteen billion years to me & you, Big Bang exploded so fine
Void of the spectral lines seen only in the mind of humanity’s spectroscopy
Matter is both light and dark, nothing to do with anything practical, all divine
Fortunate to be blinded by the astral light, the wisdom of the gods is sloppy.

Antimatter’s brightness of the imagery from mankind’s inventions invent Us
We are the dark matter and we cannot see ourselves, we’re there in the fuss
Of men and women who frack the Earth for gas release, release the star dust
Find the First Star, James Webb cares nothing about fear & loathing, we must.

Exoplanetary bio-signatures signing on the anti-dotted lines, freeze a God’s bone
Nothing is alive or dead, it’s the essence of zero, the quality of the Void, all alone
Dots, circles, spheres of a 1st, 2nd & 3rd dimensional lead to the 4th on the 5th shot
Corpus dillecti on the way to the end state of our ego/spirit sport of being a robot.

Trained to defend the heart and soul within the 208 bones, still a mortal gonna die
Desire and need don’t matter to Matter, light & dark, in or out of deep space, I fly
Sight unseen you can understand, but the nature of the savage beast, a mystery
Created from nothing, unknown original on balance of the tiny photons’ delivery.

Gods’ timing is everything, immersion in the atoms for the gravitational collapse
Still a modicum of truth inside of my heart during the loss of conscious thoughts
Hurt and healed by the melting black hole all around me, more or less, I blow taps
For you and for me, stars line up at the ending, the finale ain’t ever too late chaps!

Entirely unfinished so you could get the last word in, even if you’re a minute late
Yet, you’ve got the empty floor, I’ll wait for you to fold the pages into the holy fate
What you had, what you got and what you’ll put in to take, a gasp of silver & gold
I know what can’t be shared, yo, it’s without words & phrases, hey I’m so very old.

Cadillac or Ford can’t let it go to Mrs. Chevrolet, can’t see the USA without it
Fear and loathing in my grave before I GET THERE, I’ll let you know when I fit
In a box top enclosed without a prize inside, why you keepin’ me here all day?
I don’t know the Milky Way or the Three Musketeers who ate all my teeth away.

Jesus, Krishna & Buddha got something for Mr. Nietzsche as a token of signals
Not gold or silver, nothing of the elemental magic, only in grandfathers’ portals
Emptied, blown away cosmic lather ‘tween the Never-Never-Land again, friends
Began innocent, ended enlightened, as it was it’ll always be, up ‘too fast’ bends.

Party is over, you got your walker & I got my cane to walk away from the graves
Yards in schools or Scotland are just fine, but underground ones, I ain’t the One
To stop breathing, decay into dusty formaldehyde flakes, a philosophy of slaves
Peer deeply, sound-sight peeking through your consciousness, Life is “so fun.”

Why fear Death’s stank? You die, you’re dead, that’s all, caput, God is dead too
How deep dives into the blind faith yields the #Finale for us & food for the crew
Babies to adults, choices of a free will can keep you alive or end your holy tons
Straight or crooked, points lead to lines, angles & forms of 3rd & 4th dimensions.

Events are the causes and effects of being, here & now, then and there, forever
Timing is everything, happening now for a reason or delayed for the same, dear
Beer for my horses, Blackjack whiskey & Two Finger Tequilla for me, I am high
As it is above & so it is below, I’m OK with seeds & refuse, The Truth is The Lie.

Political Science you dream in a nightmare that won’t end the pain & suffering
Of the nerves of the antibody & thoughts in the mind that is invisible, a Nothing
It doesn’t live without a DNA merger, expand or implode in the In & Out car line
Code in a large or small scale, yields identical results, Black Hole, Single, fine!
 
by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 911 AM, March XVth MMXXIV Anno Domini

{ #PandemicExcusesIdiotsMoronsChumps … drafted while listenin’ to #ThankYouForBeingAFriend by @AndrewGold (RIP) LINK @ https://youtu.be/fS7DDUEyzU8 }

Thursday, January 25, 2024

@JoeWalsh #TheHeavy

FOR A GOOD REASON, NIGHTCLUB'S CAPUT!
ssssssssssssssssoh say can you see?sssssssssssssssss
Bringing the miracle to fruition by formulating the intent to materialize a thought
Munch on mint for the breath inside of the eating hole of the fire breathing dragon
Rednecks not from sunshine or attitude of good ol’ boys & baby girls all-growed-up
Word to the wise, don’t double cross ‘em or try to hide the advantage in a tea cup.

Day after you die, recollect the past birth to death, even uneventful stray cat naps
Sleeping between lucid dreams gets you charged for the being wide-woke to raps
Words and surreal ideas that display Truth & legitimacy even to blind faith of flocks
Nobody alive can guarantee anything will happen exactly as divined by runes’ rocks.

Before you found out what you know now, ignoring the bliss you felt was oblivion sin
Where trouble makers trend among the minions, steps away from takin’ no more lip
Sisters and mothers, I’m your brother not your father, I’ve got the anthem song’s spit
By the riverside, you layed the blanket on the ground, by the river, we really got down.

Think about the facts of life, naked apes without cages, running rampant in paradise
Traditionally a tall tale forced on the wild & innocent who knew the Truth’s four eyes
Farsighted, nearsighted, astigmatically challenged, just a legally blind bag of bones
208 of them all together, only one fractured, spine & numb skull to Hell’s iPhones.

Hunger for an empty tank’s refill kills desire for unearned runs battered into rhymes
Home base is the only important place in Space, know it’s slope & valued hard times
Smoked without fire, a spontaneously combusted flammable, up in smoke like that
Think that you exist & like magic you do what you do, here & now for a spell, not shat.

Slaves & masters have no skin color, they’re all 208 bones animated by random spunk
You & I can see right through each other’s thin skin, there’s DNA runnin’ the acid funk
Learned behavior of grown babies who were abused children is the cause of the Ends
Flash pan, as if y’all are #Woke’ or #Illuminated, #ThinkForYourself, dream on friends!

Morons breathe hot air just like the genius who heads their family, idiots are all in
Freaks & ne’er do wells adapted one RNA mix of the genome, eating dead life runts
All you hear when it’s time to cook, fry, boil or BBQ the things likely football punts
Kickin’ it at the flickering campfire or the back porch above swamp gas, honky kin.

Monsters are souping up their vehicles to be insured by the powers that be what I am
Automatic registration to vote, you may get a ballot, maybe you won’t, here by a screw
Lucky to be here for a NY minute or just a brief moment in a revolutionary strange brew
Pork rinds & pigs’ feet ready to eat out the plastic bags, commander in chief of Spam.

Whiskey spirits fermented the grain during the storage, it’s all about the grain alcohol
My cup never ranneth over since it was bottomless, to fill her up, you had to be insane
Will to animate limited by boundaries in place in outer space, corral for the holy spirits
Nobody gets out of the stratosphere with a conscious mind that feels pleasure & pain.

My neighbors in my neighborhood, next door or across the street, waiting for a Savior
Not helping themselves but praying on bended knees with hands folded for deadheads
Of dying like the rest of the dead, no longer living as the rest of the living, blindside red
Right in front of my face, every daily look in the mirror, overlooked its imaginary door.

Educated by the intellectual reprobate, prisoner of battles & wars, The Professor wise
As my own stepfather had criticized my behavior groomed by parochial trainer gadflies
On the wall or just buzzin’ from wall to wall, floor to ceiling, hatch out of fecal matter
All Life dependent upon Death, random yin & yang of the circle surrounding me & her.

Pandora’s box got unlocked accidentally & released the hounds, unleashed the wrath
Of war’s battle of arms, killing both sides until extinct, the dead die with a gaping hole
All seven holes in the head’s skull, wide open for the words to hear & devour for dinner
Novel I wrote & finished, I lost on a bus, the only copy, now it’s a bestseller of another.

Tried to bring a suit of law to artificial intelligence, twas a moot point, blank plug buck
White hot noise is all that’s left over, unmoved, remain at rest, move out of the hot fray
Decibels in the negative range of auditory stimulation, shut the lips for a hot kiss today
Blood is in & out of your hands, animal style, caramelized, Real is: What d’phuq, over?

Love was no reason for my daddy to kiss my mama, that fatal attraction got me done
One came in first while the others perished in a womb Void, never to be at one again
Pierced you in the spleen, nailed your hands & feet up on the wall, like a fly my son
Smile at the beach boy sounds, surf’s up in perpetuity from Malibu to Big Sur’s fun.

In the enclave of the cave, enough light entered the darkness to show the narrow way
No time like the present, up & down the shallows way to Valhalla, be evil genius today
Far or near, we anticipate stretching forms made of organic matter, one cell to corpse
Marketing everything that you can make a ROM clone, turn left & squirm in the door.

by
r j j stephan, i


c. Jeudi, Janvier XXVth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @TheEagles & @TowerOfPower #DownToTheNightClub & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qNWYHSbaFBs }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, January 10, 2024

#AtLast

WHO IN THE WORLD KNOWS

CHEER UP, IT AIN’T OVER UNTIL TOMORROW

Who told me to take five when there was nothing but the end left, I missed the finale, no ends
Inside of every hole there’s something to fill it up to the hilt yet the Big Bang ain’t been seen yet
Always in our blind faith recollection recalled by the elders who input the program to retrieve it
Down diggin' gold dust 'til it settles on high chaparral with the cacti & a road runner scheme skit.

Just a favor from you please, may I play with your mind for a few years, you’ll inherit all I have
So hard to decide if you really want the whole shebang, all of it belongs to me, yet you’ll rave
That there’s a promise you’ve gleaned from the silence of the sheeple who prescribe a remedy
Pray on your knees, close your eyes, bow your head, fold your hands together, deactivate free.

High or low, it’s above ground & not below until the boxed & buried rot without stench above
Id and a too hip Ego are the two out of three that have minimal value, high value me, Super Ego
Bam & boom, it all gets rapped to rhyme with the rhythm, movin’ the swing to and fro, groove
Shake it up, shake you up, shake, rattle & roll the pebbles, moonstones, bedrocks, call it #Bingo.

Here and now you stand here in front of the world and little old me, naked as a j-bird, it’s Word
Hypothetically we have two minutes left before the Earth’s regurgitation of the soul we got for
Wasted days and nights can’t even beg to get back for one last ingestion of the TNT yellow cake
Counting backward from a million, begin now, this annihilation is immanent, divinity is all fake.

All of the innocent are still welcome to continue the fantastic voyage they’re on, hoping faith
Takes the place of the love, the charity you can’t get for free just because you’re poor & late
The world as we know it may not breakdown before we die but it’s going to disintegrate soon
Meaning ‘soon’ tomorrow, next years or centuries, I’ll be there when you reach out for a moon.

Cosmic stew or soup gets stirred & then after bowls are filled & refilled, the story ends in finale
Happy, sad or neutral, whichever the feeling & thought, it’s all that’s needed, one last ending
Perfume or just a whiff of lavender & allspice leaves the mind up ahead of the high IQ entrail
Cut, slashed, stabbed, poked in a conditional way that kept awareness ignorant, pass out, fail!

Matter of Time in many forms from an invisible quark to a Red Giant, Singularity’s hot Space
Love’s got nothing to do with an ending, it’s the way to enhance survival of a fit, a pretty face
My day ain’t done until I sleep after dark, can’t fall in the blazing sunlight, keep up, sew fun
Fall, autumn or winter before spring & summer, just spinnin’ in orbit around old ‘sol, the sun.

If my facial expression is hidden by the mask I wear over my skull, that’s all-tough scat man
I’m down the road, off the grids & silver lights of avenues and back streets of the trash cans
Alleys in between every single place in Space, amazing that you can still see & hear a thing
Itself is a miracle of gargantuan proportions, from me to you & beyond end of life rhyming.

Courage of each all alone from conception to the finale of the stage play you got a part in
Maybe the star or a supporting artist of one or another sort, producer or director sensed
Through the actors and actresses solid mocking of absurdity and high folly or die laughing
At your father and mother or the lack thereof, pros they taught were ‘for’ & cons ‘against’.

You, me & everyone else on board this planet’s silver lining and dirty, filthy mud & blood
We all stand in unity, amazed and yelling & singing out loud even out of key, in the mood
When it all comes together in a nutshell and self-realization makes the sad café happier
Than it’s always been since day One, the Earth stood still, clouds rolled in, elliptical fear.

Trombones and piccolos drenching the air with the blown air out of holy fingered hands
Subject to no objection from the notes played in staccato rhyme, obnoxious prose fans
Fixed attention on the reasons for being alive & why all the living humans believe jive
Afterlife without a body, just an invisible soul without a voice, a desperado’s bee hive.

No younger today than yesterday, a day older is all and lucky to be walkin’ the surface
Cold or hot, either way it’s better than the dead six feet under or in a dissolution place
Gates to heaven and hell won’t matter without the love & hate you left behind, too late
It’s nevermore, it will never be, again, it couldn’t happen again in a million years, mate.

Unless you have a counter-example to the theory’s validity, you need to suck it up, man
On the other side or this side, either way you’ve got to face the music, hope it’s hard rock
Truth full of lies from the liars who lied to their kin and their enemies, all of them human
All Too Human if you recollect that racist blast from the nihilist @FriedrichNietzsche, I am.

Abused by the brothers and sisters, not mine but the minions of the holy pope of Catholics
Call your bluff when you’re not bluffing one bit, I’m a loser due to a bad guess without a fix
High balls inside of my tiny brain after the party, nobody knew the drunk kid was not stupid
Whiskey in the blood, harmony dissolved into the visits to doctors and specialists of the kid.

For every man & woman who survives childbirth, their days are numbered by karma & luck rule
Remote view of the things people do when they believe no one is watching them act like a fool
Ears pricking up, defense systems on high alert from dawn until dusk, sleep with one eye open
Better to be safe than sorry, as they say since I enjoy living life to remain happy unto death Zen.

Shocked apes found on planet Earth & thrived en masse via exterminated war enemies mine
Battleships, fighter jets & field artillery in constant memory of heroes & the One’s air UFO force
Burst the balloon if you don’t mind too much, it’s not easy being fabulous, somebody must be
Full of scat in the form of fantastic matter that lives and dies, being eaten or buried as a corpse.

It is almost tomorrow and it brings the end of the whole shebang, Earth, moon, sun & all stars
A grand implosion after the big bang is the natural way between birth & death fighting in bars
Hope annihilated in a moment, realization that your mortality means you’ve got nothing in you
There is no spirit or soul, those were concepts posited in the lexicon, without scientific rigor too.

Chronic smoke returning to the signals only the ones in the know can read & interpret as Truth
For the sake of the whole species in a process of devolution and extinction of the species oath
To survive at all costs, it’s a mandate to be obligated to the sons and grandchildren of the fairy
Mindful liberty ain’t free, freedom is the ending, a #ZZTop finale, call her name, it is “Mary!’

by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Mardi, 1-9-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1010 PMPST
{ Generated via spirit #smoke @SmokeyRobinson #BeingWithYou on youTube link loop @ https://youtu.be/0P2a6aLDkkM?si=59524Pbe_M9bwwHK }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?