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Showing posts with label the FINAL CONSPIRACY THEORY 2012. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the FINAL CONSPIRACY THEORY 2012. Show all posts

Saturday, March 16, 2024

#PossibleProbability #Unleashed #SuperHumanMind #OnOff

NOTHING MORE, NOTHING LESS, ghosts ARE CLASSIFIED

Simple mind used from infancy to crypt, created mirages that disappear in thin air
One moment after you fall asleep or get knocked out from a fist, a gun or injection
Cold on the dark side of everything alive and kicking around dust, don’t even care
A day before I was conceived from out of nowhere, surprised the pair’s hot affair.

Pregnant in July, baby stillborn in August & up past the Pearly Gates by midnight
Spelled the words with pieces of wood & sticky glue, construction paper-cut fate
You will live and die in a New York Minute or you’ll remain alive forever after birth
Just a human but not too human, certainly not divine yet the finale of a blind date.

Honeybee finds the pollen to mutate into the comb, I sip the product in my G-tea
Sho’ ‘nough, been thinkin’ about you & me getting’ strong & steady, did I say that
Right on the money, it’s sweet sugar comin’ my way, smilin’ & sailin’ so far away
All the way to the ending before it’s time, just to see the Ending, scared the scat.

Bears, lions, alligators & birds of every feather came to creation by accident too
Random DNA recombination and environmental adaption got this whole shebang
Hands on and a foot or two long, the wings I’m flyin’ in won’t keep me light blue
Shade trees are all I’m lookin’ for & there’s one right there, my bell’s getting’ rang.

Bluffing about the facts that display life, pretending that their the Facts of Life too
We’re all gonna die by milking, disease or matricide, all anti-factoid, my God son
Shade tree I slept beneath dropped a honeybee hive onto my back, got it all stung
Hurt like losing love the first time you hear your honey got whacked, in cow dung.

This mirage of seven degrees of continental separation is an eternal recurrence
Over & over, around & around, wobble & flip, never reverse common nonsense
I could have said that I loved you, but I didn’t then, I’d have been lyin’, I never do
Now is a different story, I’ll love you forever even if you skip lovin’ me like a fool.

Dominate the subordinates out of necessity, never desire or want to tip the scale
Balances even ‘steven’ when I drop a dime, cosmic dust no matter what, call me
Maybe I am scum created from one first & one second, I’m the third shootin’ fifths
Lines are finite, silence remains my power to direct booty calls upon the third rail.
 
Defy the First Cause of the mud, blood & beer and you’ll find a silver bullet band
You didn’t know your initials were on the lead, it had to be, drawin’ out my hand
Heartland to the coasts of the seven masses left over from the Great Flooded Sea
Imagine all 7 dirts, flooded with H2O from nectar flowing out my muddy go-daddy.

Sunny day and rainy night, ad infinitum, as above so it goes below, it’s a mystery
Why we don’t know & won’t know until the ending of each of our master revelries
Rest up, you’ll need it for the fight to the death, it blows above & below DNA cells
I kicked myself in the teeth, several have become my fallen black & white angels.

Mama and papa honeysuckled what they could, educated, practiced to perfection
All existence wins when the Time is paid in the right Space, paid in full for the sin
Treasured caramel-apple of wisdom, ergo, you know that an owl’s the best groom
Come to blows or get cold-cocked off the bat, dead or alive, life is a bomb, Boom!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 3-16-2024 AD @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #Honeybee on youTube in a loop by @BlakeShelton link @ https://youtu.be/xZjosn2u1gA & } & listened #SuperHumanMind  https://youtu.be/Kpax4CTej9I?si=xZwsXa1aqaRdT-qq }

 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?


EYE CANDY

 by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, 3-16-2024 AD @ 1111 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #Honeybee on youTube in a loop by @BlakeShelton link @ https://youtu.be/xZjosn2u1gA & } & listened #SuperHumanMind  https://youtu.be/Kpax4CTej9I?si=xZwsXa1aqaRdT-qq }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

EYE CANDY

Sunday, February 18, 2024

All In ONE BIG BANG Black Hole Dead End Zone Le Claire Avenue & Chicago Boulevard #GuildOfMorons

BORN MY DADDY’S GODSON

save  our ship
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Feeling a jive-ass tingle before the flight or fight, drunk on jiggers’ Schnapps 40 shots
Kidding about nothing anymore, the Life used to be an inside joke on the idiot robots
Now, we’re the early birds who caught the worms & used them to snag the dead fish
In search of a miraculous end, you get what you see, it’s all you put in the deep dish.

Now then, my papa’s son was just the one the job called for, need 5 bucks for gas
Pops made the loan I never repaid, now and then, I tend bar & shock the monkey
Periods bleeding in and out of the eras and millennia as if it means more than nil
Cause and effects comin’ out of nowhere, black hole Singularity malfunction shill.

All I am, is what y’all are, paid or in arrears to the bottom line, cracked up to the nuts
Just you & me workin’ into the second best, next to the one and only, powers that be
Tapes rollin’ man, you’re gonna squeeze the three minutes into 3 & a half out the door
I don’t know WTF you mean, I scooted, crawled, climbed the curtains, fell upon a floor.

Sometimes, you pull #GovtMule roamin’ dirty territory, pullin’ black sheep wool tides
Out of the pockets of your jeans and into my own, melodious hyper-percussion & steel
Drunk what the drinkin’ kiddies drank, lost all my silver and gold in the casino darkness
Bag full of silver and gold, ready to transfer the load to the empty, deep pockets of This.

Yeah, you know what I’m talkin’ about, it’s always too early when it’s too late, man oh man
All of y’all know exactly where I’m comin’ from, out of the blue into the black & white land
Nothing is colored TV, colored people and colored plants and colored animals, all colored so
On the run or just hidin’ out with all of my stuff so nobody knows where to get it, all @J-lo’s.

Fly girl in the middle of nowhere just steppin’ the heels and toes, knockin’ the knees & heads
Creating something out of nothing perceivable, a miracle egg in the womb of species’ ‘dreads’
Beans, bullets & Truth’s Bible, Jim Bowie, Davy Crockett & Daniel Boone made this here for us
Cream of a crop you have & share with aliens of planets created for Nothing, black sheep God.

Right of the left, a blunt point of the joint just to the right of the left had corner of the room
Shiftin’ back yo my papa’s son and mama’s sisters’ daughters of the worm-squirming groom
Quartz mushed from the gravitational pull of the star-core, all the Earth has to spin, it’s free
In a wobbling circular jerk of confused tourists just off of the plane, train, plane or model T.

Bent outta shape, meaning something different than getting bent, either way all acute angles
In a triangular square, hexagonal-shaped lines surround absolutely nothing, Gig full of whirls
Of being this 208-bone bag, trained by survivors of the strongest bodies to ever be, I’m at One
Always with me, always with you, the beats and rhythm frees the rhyme stream of pretty girls.

Sunk deep down into the drink, One sea at some point allows no land to be seen, Zero’s sign
Keeper of secrets, you’ve got three minutes and some chump change to create the overprice
Of the mice and the other vermin, you can wait for the trash and garbage to blow in the wine
To get inebriated like the drunken fools who fouled up the system of perfection, rolled 2 dice.

We moved then we died and bumped skull on the blacktop, layin’ down the chopper to gods
Wasn’t my intention to meet the maker of tar and feathers, mean and nasty to the divine buds
Smoked ‘em all one at a time as if there was no tomorrow or even yesterday, forgot about it all
Moods blue, turnin’ ultraviolet to muddy black grit-grime, superfluous Adam & Eve had a bawl.

Historical hysteria completes the circle of fools pretending to know what it is, ignoring the Jizz
Without which nobody comes or goes, it’s all about the fortune of being Godzilla’s daddio whiz
Made of celluloid, looking mean & ugly, a dream within a dream’s fake terror, tattoo papa’s son
You know black sheep have bags of silver & gold, a hole in the pocket lets the dead git begone.

Margin between the mule kickin’ in the stall & the glue factory meltdown, life’s one long spat
Peace with wind blowin’ your smile into the back of your skull, apes steal one another’s chit
You need backup if you’re not a black-belt martial artist with a sheriff’s badge pinned upon it
Irish or not, lucky to be here & now, huff & puff another skin-scratch of red & blue ink, lips tat.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 2-18-2024 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Common Ground mint jammin’ to @GovtMule in an infinite loop of #JustGotPaid on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cFLhMCiI4_w?si=-LgYKrHDI9pDTvJD }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?