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Showing posts with label #philosophy. Show all posts

Friday, January 19, 2024

SACK OF SCAT MAN & BOY #HoldOnToYourWonkyWigs #TrippinHeavy @ChristinaAguillera #JustMyImagination @TheMightyTemptations

PENULTIMATE #WOKE DOGS
Supply & demand with a choker on the supply of protection from the bad guys & bad girls
It’s known as ‘curtains’ because the stage play that you’re in the middle of is all over, it’s FINIS
Pills and medicine won’t help the pain and suffering, swallow them all & you’ll make it come
Back to where it was a moment before you gave up on surviving, feeling unfit, drinkin’ 151 rum.

It’s from a pirate ship that used to park in Puerto Rico, ho, ho, ho the black rocks stay annihilated
Pirates buried the gold doubloon’s treasure and left a detailed map on how to find the booty head
Up on top of the well, the bucket hanging from the rope has it all within, in the wood’s cemented Id
No superego or minimal ego left over in the ice box, where angels leave their horns & winged teats.

How can you fly high with teats hangin’ off your frame of DNA? You can’t, all souls creep & crawl
Jot down copious notes on the following, YOU are all you must deal with, indeed, it’s All about You
Among Many there’s a One formulating this diatribe, a solo failure to succeed at survival, I’m insane
Daughters, more important than fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers, egg supply is all too humane.

According to the evil genius, what is left when nothing is right can be nothing more than zilch, nada
Zero from nothing equals itself, emptiness of your wallet, your purse, your pockets empty of mothers
All girls grow to shed blood without battles, with wars against their parents GOP scatological tripe
Apolitically Incorrect, not politically wrong, knocking out the palookas with a leftist’s cracked pipe.

Up country, way past my mother’s apron strings, some American-Euro-Chin svelte form of girl shape
Past the years of being a baby girl but still being a baby, having babies in rapid 9 month succession
On the welfare of the good, the bad & ugly orphans whose fathers didn’t imprint their motherlode
Hope you dream after you die, but you probably won’t be able to since your body has no brain mode.

On the nature of Time in this Space, go far & much further than the elders ever went into the Void
High & tight like a haircut from the barber who left a little on the top, pulled hair can’t be avoided
In the fight, in the heavens above & the hells below where we’re all gonna go, a Mayfield jingling
Curtis moved & is now unmoved but still a mover, resting until the supernova annihilation thing.

Mark the spot with an ‘X’ so you’ll be able to find it in the morass of inviolate mistakes by divine Ids
#Woke but not awake, no inkling that the dreaming state is the Reality, Life is but a Dream, so row
Boats or any raft to float upon the salted sea, above the liquidity of gas states, a hodgepodge of blow
Wind & dirty dust blown from ground cover, photosynthetic solar trash, dirty God of innocent kids.

Eat the meat, it means you die if you don’t, plantations of tobacco & paper keep the minions too high
They don’t work or play, they merely sit quietly, silent in the four cornered room, TV louder, Radio fly
I am, we all are the only thing we have, 208 bones walkin’, rollin’ or crawlin’ walls, as a cool drunkard
Meaning that the moment you die, get ready, get set & go do the do, you came & saw, you conquered.

There is no cyber-protection available for your valuables, nothing is safe so protect It, It is Nothing
This faux fact of life is the one you’ve waited for during the seven decades of hoity-toity air blowing
Filled honeypots with dirty water, filled the bottles with that Spirit & alcoholic frivolity unto death
How old can you get, so God forsaken foolish that you’ve forgotten the only reason you drew breath?

Truth is, you can die ignorant & devoid of wisdom, your matter of your form is starlight’s refused boots
Can’t knock the boots if there’s no boots to knock, booty is a foot cover & an arse, attractive as my toots
Just me & her, her & me, together until we begin the rotting process, then buried deep to cover it all up
As if your death wasn’t as important as your life, above & below the thing, you know the thing in a cup.

Wine and fermented grain will provide the narrow way for the minions to follow, so being the final end
It’s gonna happen, you have no power to alter the Present or the Past, but you can create the holy Future
Breathe in and out, it’s good and plenty like candy to a baby, suffocation is the way to the Void, so pure
Absolutely empty, no atoms or electrons, neutrons or protons, an Einsteinian theoretical incomprehension.

Get lucky right after you’re feelin’ lucky, that’s the result of direct intent of the Will, magic ultraviolet
Down below the Infrared & above that Ultraviolet radiation from the star, no gods, just s Space outlet
No big daddy or big mama to catch you as you fall from the Grace of being alive on Earth, cross boned
Skullcap over your mind, helps you forget being an idiot will cause your death, a genius body moaned.

Biology of the psycho-social evolution is a matter of random collisions of strange charges, goddess’ sins
Calling Mercury, Venus, Mars & Saturn in the middle between Uranus and far off Neptune, Pluto’s suns
Harder than the soft stuff, the blood is hot and flows up and down, head to toe in perpetuity, no ego, no I
Open up the sealed envelope, the Winner Is… Adam Doe & Eve Jones, kids are all stillborn, Gods all die.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Janvier XIX, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 630 AMPST

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Sunday, December 31, 2023

FORCE AIR POUND SAND #AsGoodAsIOnceWas

NONSENSE OF NUNS, TIGHT PANTS’ PRIESTS
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I had a dream and then I woke up, now I’m as #Woke as woke can be, not tired of being live & upright
Alternatives are grim in my humble opinion, rigor mortis just the life that’s dead & gone from the fight
Gave my rights crosses & left hooks to the noggin, ready for uppercuts in our historical record of Shyt
It all flowed down from above, you get what you gave, giving nothing gets, well you know what it isn’t.

Too much traffic on the backroads, I fly in my chopper, in and out of the traffic lines waitin’ for the Man
To scramble the cherry-tops for my arrested development of the narrow way of my trippin’ peter pan
Complete fools monkeying around with inherited cultural norms of who is gonna get to the other side
Speed limit exceeded but I am the law, top speed has the need for my expert driving skills, let us ride!

Press & push hot buttons, toggle tin switches up & down, an ape-man’s vision in white, pants is too tight
Excess time on my hands, put some down at my feet, ten toes ready to run the show’s freeway food fight
You got a trial, you were innocent of being guilty of your nemesis’ death, he fell off the back, 9-5 truckin’
Nothing personal to mind in this gold mine, on the next place you’re goin’, you gotta go, sweet phuquin!

Dead or Alive, faithful know that’s all there is, blinded by the Truth’s radiant black light, rainbow’s trash
Infrared to ultraviolet droppin’ the top on the convertible Cadillac, on the I-5 pickin’ up slow Mo to crash
Did the mortal sin, the venial sin & even the one’s original sin, morons, idiots, created in the image horns
That’s all there is, all you gotta do is digest the food & generate more illusions for the children, Unborns.

Drop the top & feel the wind blow your hair back with the traffic lights out of sight and mind, so free way
Guests come and go, there & then they’ll all be gone, when you’re by yourself, alone with the 208 bones
Visions losin’ clarity, fading to the darkness where only Nothing can see what it is, zero old folks’ hypes
All dead and gone, a corpus is the body & dillecti is what’s dilapidated and way gone, like smoked pipes.

Faster than the slow lane wants to go, I’m skippin’ ahead on the fast lane’s shoulder, everybody stopped
I’m still movin’ along & I can’t be stopped by the squads & forces in control of the bandits out of control
Seems reality is mirroring the inner mechanism that projects reality upon the screen front of your eyes
Blue, hazel, grey or complete whiteout sclera eyeballs, on insight of the unseen, shat the maggots’ flies!

Cross town traffic moving heavy onto speed limit’s max speed, a Jetson’s take off to the flintstone rocks
God unmoved ‘til the fail-safe stop appeared, everything slammed to a halt in God’s corpse’s wool socks
So, I quit! Go hire an immortal, I’m gonna die before I know it, maybe 30 more years give or take a few
Interested in the ennui, in the black light of UV purple, the dark is the light, that’s alright, I Am the Blue!

Next year, this year, last year, all of the Time is present far away from here, it’s all on the record long play
Call it karma, call it your debt, your dues, what the substance of thought can yield, guilty pleasure all gay
Boys and girls want to extinguish the species and eclipse the species trajectory into the fortune’s 500 slip
Up or down, same difference ‘tween you & me, we are One, two too many for the gods, ergo, we’ll skip.

Dreams over son, darlin’ girls, daughters of disobedient Eve, your ticket out of paradise, a top is dropped
Then it’s exposed that you want & need the hug from the bones of another isolated entity of cosmic slop
Cause is first, then Effect is next, ad infinitum until the power is annihilated in the film, a cinematic flop
Chain gang to follow, side of the road from the bus’s drops of greyhounds & poverty’s guys outcropped.

Box holder, of your mail and your body of work, all you ever had & won’t ever have again, nevermore
Better than ever, happiness occupies my 24/7 in Space, music and good taste of everything’s nonsense
You are tempted to believe it’s gonna last forever beyond cosmic Time in Space, vision will end, boom
Payback payroll, get up & go from the dead & gone, be a patsy, chit-chat in a decorated marine’s room.

Already gone, been where I needed to be, where I desired to interact with the things themselves, gods
Inside All birds that move fast but don’t move any more, a verve animates the DNA, roadrunner hotrods
Hot pink Cadillacs or orange Roadrunners blastin’ AM/FM/CDs while I drop the pedal to eighty MP Hour
I’ll get a hundred miles in 60 minutes, see you in Reno in an hour, Vegas in three ticks, high cash power.

Who is too far gone? Who can’t make it any further down the road? Who is in the fight until the ending
People don’t know what is inside the mind of the ones who they meet, two by two, heavy traffic sending
Fading images in the mirror, not reflecting the rainbows red, orange & yellow-bellied monkey shiners’ ilk
Dead right when the wrongs are left of centerfield’s centerfolds, naked, nude, all drunk on mother’s milk.

Punks and fools leftover with the last chances to remain awake while #Woke, 24/7, 9 to 5 year old M.O.
Acapella song, hummin’ out my larynx blowin’ as hard as a nuke winds can slam into a deep throat flow
Hurts to be absolutely correct when the whole world is in retrograde, reverse orbit around the hot star
It looks as if you’re vision is skewed toward illusion, if you think, you believe, then your away is, far, Far!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 12/31/2023 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Kicked this out of the Darkness while jammin’ 2 #RidinOnTheFreeway to #BetterThanEverStreet @Aretha_Franklin @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA }
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Tuesday, December 19, 2023

TUESDAY AFTER MONDAY BEFORE SATURDAY

JUNK COMES IN THE mittS OF YO’ MAMA

Miraculous millennium from an idiot’s first gasp on a planet up until It’s final twists, it’s so wayward, son
Blown wind of the aroma & scent of the minor gods who inhabit the empty space of the Void, it is done
Coded RNA in specific, random sequences of molten lava’s stoned-junkie phase, made-man Fool’s tomb
Mothers of the sisters who had neither fathers nor brothers, not conceived in test tubes of iron wombs.

Junkie mama had me hooked in utero, not her fault that a fiend slipped her a mickey that had no mouse
Justify your behavior of the past with the karma you’ve gleaned & requires the big payback for the louse
All in or all out, you’re in my seat if you care to know, I want my seat to sit in for hours, so don’t pass gas
Your own place in Space is next to me by accident but you’re neither God nor the devil so move your ass.

Put your shoes on, yo’ toenails’ green polish ain’t coverin’ up a hideous sight, a hunchback’s ducks, recoil
A beer hall putsch would initiate a revolution’s genesis & onto revelations foretold by fake prophetic boil
Peers drink the mineral water from the baby bottles of plastic, leaching hot lead into a genome banshee
Pride is the fake confidence to avoid the fear of the unknown which is 360 degrees around It, He & She.

Heroes I don’t worship since their mortality exposed their vulnerable body of bones, rainbow color stain
Not what you think because your program has crashed, reboot your hard drive, you are dead, not in pain
Therefore, shock the monkeys, ape to the homo erectus to the sapiens, electricity fries your circuit quick
Beyond the nuclear war there’s nothing, so to get back to where you wanna go is a slow process, it’s sick.

Distort perception if you’re hard of hearing in addition to your comprehension of what words mean at all
Sounds of subjects an objects being activated by predicates, verbs of various tense conditions, let us fall
From heaven to the center of the planet, there’s nothing else like this animated DNA, form of pie power
Cherry or blueberry, peach or Dutch apple in a high place above the top shelf cut of the perfect flower.

Taking a trip outside of the tomb’s central darkness, a moment blinded my insight of obvious reality fits
Fear of death and the desire to be immortal as the queens and pharaohs now below sea sand block pits
What’s underneath the ocean now, hiding ahistorical records of who became one prior to the Big Bang
Bring back the irretrievable that’s still embedded in the hard drive’s media, it’s 3 o’clock bell, you rang?

Harsh yet substantially vacuous just want to state the obvious, we’re all gonna die, it’s a matter of Time
Nothing we can force to be any other way than the way nothing is, does that make nonsense? It doesn’t
Something is wrong with nothing being something we can’t manipulate & train to be stopped on a dime
First cause of extinction, naked ape of heredity, no god made this gum get chewed, divine noose, robot.

It rained ducks during the thunderstorm in Rio Linda, thought the sky was fallin’, it hit me on the head
Lame duck soup for all y’all tonight, every starving, toothless child will eat more jerky before all’s said
Fishing for the hidden swimmers who look for the bait to bite and get the worm and the salmon roe
It’s all done, therefore I’m done, well done sir, take another salute, death goes down on the final blow.

Bongs burnin’ bowls with the happy smoke turning holy men happy in the middle of dire straits’ holes
Ne’er more than any of the strong can take, the world wobbles on the orbit, around the star-sun it rolls
In perpetuity or less than a moment before you know it’s your last chance, world turns for a pea brain
No mind before the human evolution, it was always stupid before like it’s getting to be again and again.

Full moons and packed diapers of newborns and toddlers learning to jump the commode, a lost pamper
Wet more than the sea, full of the recycled baby food & stank B-vitamins finished in the drip-dry hamper
Take it off yourself, you don’t need a hand or two to help with the chore of dump & wipe it up, repeated
Agree with me all the time & you’re an idiot anyway, Charles Barkley said that it’s the Truth, Word, deed.

Hot mess for you to dive into from the high dive, headfirst after a jack-knife reverse, flip and a half pike
Mama didn’t know I would do the impossible before the day I did it, her mouth stayed agape for a day
Her red eyes appeared glazed over whenever I caught her attention, as if she was in awe of the first tike
All day and all night, every week of every year, this is it, all you see is what you can’t get, RNA, go away!
by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 12-19-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST  #MarxAccelerationToExtinction

{ Mined out of the crypt inside of my cranium while jammin’ to  2 hours of @Eric_Clapton @Budokan 2-25-2009 link @ https://youtu.be/eO7oknTaltE?si=0AfLKzbfKCvxf0yZ }

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