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Monday, March 11, 2024

N E W K I N K O N G 2024 AD GODZILLA #OldKingKONG

THEORETICAL TIMING’S EVERYTHING’S FATE
GRACE ALL IN YOUR FACE
#TIMING = #EVERYTHING

Timing’s everything full of space whether you like it or not, if you live you’re gonna die
Regardless of your blinded faith in the future beyond your body of bones, gods are fly
Dime a dozen if you revert to historical recording of this thing itself, layin’ down law
On being human like your ancestors, they’re all dead, you’re gonna die, that’s it, raw.

By the time you die, you’ll know the Truth, ain’t gonna see the people who died before
With or without the Jazz & jive Blues, the world rocked as we resided & roared the roar
Through the hard & easy times presented by the nature of the beast, grace of God go i
Chilling colder than cool freeze frost, icicles hung as low as the best of a species’ lie.

Brought the fire down to the ground, split the atoms, then fused them back alive too
All of every single thing, subatomic to intergalactic, the cosmos is copacetic baby blue
Knowledge and wisdom the power to wield about the stratosphere, whippin’ the slaves
Chain react your pure thought of Nothing at all, will to power, to be the Queen’s knaves.

Scum is left over when the liquid has evaporated, yet there’s microplastics’ in the milk
Of our mothers if they weren’t afraid or dry as a lactose bone, we evolved out of their ilk
Y’all go back there, deep down into the darkness we came from, got so long in the tooth
Hanging until you’re being blamed for being out of your control, irrespective of the Truth.

Walkin’ in my shoes or yours matters as much as water goin’ down the drain, zero score
Winning and losing matters, happiness comes from the game & the win, never back door
Playing is one thing but winning is everything, losers are failures to communicate a power
To be or not, that’s the question & the answer is you’re all there is, nothing higher or lower.

Junk fills the rest of the emptiness with the dryer’s lint that sticks into a clump like friends
Harps playing like it or not, no need for that melody of string plucking, love’s stink sends
Aroma and scent of the atomic fission and fusion resulting in anthropomorphic sea of love
Hate cancels anything appearing to be Love, either absorb matter or be the end, be above.

Hurts too bad to feel the pain more than a moment, it’s the End of Your Life, dream’s over
Now and then, again and again, ad infinitum as it happens, you’ll roll over & over, love her
Systematic annihilation frequently solves problem species’ infiltration, evolution, natural
Dead ancestors paved the ditches & graveyards for entry, where else you goin’? Hey, pal!

Microplastic inside your plaque causing your death earlier than scheduled by the RNA seed
Heart seizes, soul fizzes and that’s all she wrote, so fearful that afterlife has standing creed
Utter vacuum of H2O & 4P + 5O2 yield 2P2O5, that’s the red line drawn in the invisible sand
Salt of the Earth, pencil-neck geeks and the genii who cultivate the culture, woman & Man.

So hurt by love, healed by it too, just because that’s the way it’s designed to be, just like me
Knowing you’re kinda like that you poor young ladies and young gentle boys, Timing’s rhyme
Liberty so fragile, we got it covered for the martyrs and heroes who came before, lucky to be
All Time & Space are the Fate you got, Destiny for you is for me, heal et al, drop a thin dime.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, III-I-MMXXIV Ano Domini @ 644 AMPST

{ Drafted in the Wind of the Far West, Jack Toffs rambled while jammin’ to #TimingIsEverything by @TraceAdkins link @ https://youtu.be/0qxqjDYqkhI?list=RD0qxqjDYqkhI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, March 09, 2024

#Space #ThrillIsGone #Time #ThrillIsGone #CaputInDeepSpaceWithASpider #SpiderThatYou? #TennesseeWhiskeyNShyt #OpinesLikeHolyHolesInOne

SPEAKIN' SPIDER TO THE GODS OF ADAM {Swearin' to the gods}
 
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Miracles are not the simple-minded cause & effect of the routine mind's unmoved move
No motive in the mind of the sky gods outside of Earth's atmosphere, the atheists just die
Ain't nothing but the leap of Blind Faith in a "better life" when y'all fade away, good luck
I have a cadre of com-padres & com-madras who've completed the Living mission's fluke.

Don't get me wrong which you inevitably will but there's an elephant in the bathroom too
It's where she came in with the Beatles and her hair raised into a large Afro like no other
 What is the hair for other than to look attractive for the mitosis and meiosis of the Mother
Earth that wobbles, appears to spin & roll while revolving about a ball of fired-up power.

Had the ghost posse for the runs on the stage coaches and banks of the silver and gold one
Minds bitten by the training to eliminate the disposable matter into a buried, fertilized scone
To be eaten or not to be eaten, that's the only REAL question, I prefer not to be on the Menu
Out of a wild, blue yonder, there's a bit of hoc-us-pocus magic pokin' through the star venue.

Vitriol humor isn't trivial, it's a method for the madness to become exposed to One element
Earth, Fire & a Wind that resulted from a Big Bang or another catastrophic calamity dent
Believers are gonna believe and Haters of Blind Faith are scientific philosophers of School
From the pre-school to the graduate-school, only the diapers get shed in the end, still a fool.

Rushin' right into the earning potential and the fear of being poor and pathetic to the hot ones
Boys and girls grown up into mothers & absentee fathers who knew or didn't know any sons
Or daughters who needed and wanted their dads, just a legend in history long gone millennia
Evolution of single cells & apes or super-special supra-alien design from scratch-DNA, blah!
 
Nobody ever knew, the dead underground or undersea or dust in the wind, perish the thought
Of being all too human or an animated bag of cytoplasmic slop, a rare, random, lackey robot
Fearing the Unknown until the corpus dillecti is allowed to be what it is, Oscar's performance
To be or not to be was NOT a question, suicide is painless like a matricide & patricide dance.

Evolved from One cell?  Come on man, get real and read some ancient words from the dead
It's a Tibetan book of The Dead for a reason, it's for Tibetans only, they die & the rest don't
Just fade away like the dust in the wind that settles wherever high wind blew it down under
Conclusion whether induced or deduced can be corroborated by lightening and the thunder.

Woke up with wood, distributed the farms with Johnny's apple seeded garden of E in the bay
Torture unwound the spool of invisible thread, causes & effects did not repeat in cosmic ends
I came back home to let you know, you'll find nobody to dream with when you're lost in Space
All alone like an astronaut with a spider, allowed to communicate a nature of being, God's face.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi III-IX-MMXXIV Anno Domini
{ Watching you watch me watch you, watch me...anyway, jammed this out while watching #SPIDERS & listenin' to @SystemOfADown #Spiders link https://youtu.be/SqZNMvIEHhs?si=7wkTQYbRyjYTDio6 }
f i n i s
w.w.a.r.d.?

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

#LetMeTellYouAboutTheNewWorldOrder #AllJackedUp #WhoKnows #Jimi #Gretchen #Todd & #Goofy #MASHalphaOmega #WantYoNickelback? #TheHoneymooners #JackGleason

M.A.S.H.
ABANDON SHIP
 w.a.r. band of gypsies do GET DOWN

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The border is secure, believe me, there’s no Trojan horses at our coasts, copy a holy montage
Murder your freedom by following the ten commandments & the one Golden Rule of old age
Yes, if you ain’t a teenager anymore, this is the medicine for you to swallow without a chaser
Lucky if you have ‘income’ & unlucky without a job or friendly face anywhere in your insight.

Wake up every morning in a field under a cardboard box for privacy, next to the RR track path
A switching yard a half a block from the first landing on home turf in utero, no way to know it
Accidental intent learned from the wisdom of the ancients, to be or not to be unconscious too
As you roam from pace to pace, through the gnarled valley of happiness and sadness’ screw.

It never was your fault yet you’ve been persuaded to accept responsibility for souless singing
Regardless of your slant of the heart bleeding on the Valentine’s saints to forgive mortal sins
Despair is out of the rhetorical question, end of life’s last gasp realized this years ago, winning
You don’t know like I know & since nobody knows, we must be nobody, it’s prodigal, my sons!

By the by, near coastal wasteland that no man has eye witnessed, it’s invisible to a third eye
Four eyes or even spyglasses have no effect on seeing atoms of invisible radiation, so get high
Check the planted seeds, the nurturing & DNA manipulation of the genome, bleed the salary
Higher than you can handle, you don’t want to go there alone, you won’t like a night gallery.

Meaning nothing more nor less than you’re damned if you do, damned if you up & down hell
Noodle this out, at One Origin, before your conception you didn’t exist, now you’re immortal
Come on man, use logic, subjective, objective predication to see the light, ultraviolet, infrared
I’ve nothing but a skull to show for this LOVE evolution from a zygote, I think ashes are dead!

No evidence of survival after the 208 bones can’t support your ambitious dreams of a ghost
Which is what moves you & everything else that’s alive on Earth, probably cosmic-wide too
No way to know it, epistemological uncertainty, a principle of the Unmoved Mover re-groove
Constant principle is a state ‘tween #PopTart bubbles in a Void, St. Valentine, love, MY Love!
by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, 2-14-2024 Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST
HAPPY SAINT VALENTINE DAY
{ drafted for my sweet love C.A.S. <3 }
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