Saturday, June 08, 2019
Friday, June 07, 2019
#CriticalMass #InfiniteVoid #Sharks #Jets #SurferGirls @TheBeachBoys @SnoopDog
Gods of the animals of Earth are all dead in the ground of being, animated my fake divinities
Filled with heavy vibrations of lead and gold oozing from star nova in an empty, blackish hole
Premium for the hydrogen and oxygen to rain down on the ground, to grow the seeds to trees
Fruit of sweet vines to feed monkeys who’ve no shelter before they fade away into belly scat.
A boy at the altar speakin’ Latin of the change from water to wine and bread to godly zens
To be kissed and then eaten and swallowed to allow forgiveness of being related to origins
No freedom to choose in the divine creation, no freedom to obey Laws of the God ain’t fate
Rational logic from the muck and mire of this holy void fails to enlighten, it’s a fool’s mate!
We lived to be here willingly or not and to eat, drink and sleep off the years until a bitter end
Maybe a good or evil place to be once you have no body, armed with just a holy soul to blend
Into the matrix, the menudo mix of nouns, verbs, objects of subjective predication of the cops
Society know-it-alls passing it on to the minions beyond their six foot under graves, psi-ops.
Doing everything before you die is a good idea since nobody will follow up for you, do it alone
Then you know it’s done the way you want it to be done, the right way the first time, all’s fun
Even if it was all pain and suffering, to be here and now on Earth, it may be better than a void
Absence of happiness and all emotion, lack of logic and reason, hardly to alarm old Dr Freud.
To know that the object of happiness is just to be alive, born and raised to avoid being eaten
To be the atomic dust survived from the Big Bang is all the measurement of success I’ve seen
Empty vacuum of meaning when there’s no reason to evolve, Chuck, rational and dead wrong
Reincarnate over and over again until you succeed at Life, then sing a final, dark LOGO song.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. June 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Rare.Earth/Philosophers.Stone/BAHC Gems LOL, no just RARE Earth on youTube #GetReady link @ https://youtu.be/Yan9WilVmEg }
FINIS
@RunawayJune in the #PurpleRain dream of #JustFriends #Precious @PRINCE
In schemes of things, nine lives are not enough living to be perfectly one, with bipolar suns
It means nothing that humanity itself and the minions collect words for skirt-less librarians
From every molecule of the seven seas and every grain of sand and diamond black, dirty cut
Ooze of life secreted from the bone of OM where nothing comes nor goes in nor out of shut.
Beetles and cats put alien bones on the map, at once they came, still come from darker stars
Hydrogen and Nitrogen, Oxygen and Carbon Dioxide lived life with or without jets and cars
Starting from the place below the foundation where angels fear to go, get along old warriors
Hopped on board the train to nowhere before you knew the legend of breeding crack scores.
Here is where my alter-ego takes over the monologue’s filthy, dirty tone, easy to be a #Papa
For the corner people, the neighborhood jocks, the educated clergy and intelligentsia of #Ma
Earth is for this here and that there, it is what my father passed on from his #DDay two-cents
Acid used to test with another minuscule compound to alter reality into future reminiscence.
Whatever you say whomever you are, nobody’ll recollect it at all in a minute, #FullOfIt jokes
Then there will be the descendants of the brood, those who found places to dispose of waste
To avoid the rats and bacterial, viral infections spread by the food, water and the air’s taste
Nothing at all you can do ‘bout that fact of life, you’re born to die under bad moonlight folks!
A queen, a beetle and a cat run the movie screens’ cinematic productions, fairy tale #Grimms
All alone for eternity because of this state of living by an unmoved mover’s irrational whims
Way-gone to eternal hellfire, unknown pyramids of UFO aliens from sand, rock and roll clues
Down rabbit holes or black hole aster-singularities of gravitational collapse, empty of #Blues.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. 6-6-2019 @ 9:11 AM PST
{ drafted on #DDay 2019 A.D. whilst listenin’ to Prince #PurpleRain & HITS link @ & Brooks & Dunn #MyMaria & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/uZSLzR1pjjw & #IfThatsTheWayYouWantIt @ https://youtu.be/5kXRVnWkJF8}
W.W.A.R.D.?
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