#PeriodOfEras #BurningIce & #FreezingFire #COSMOS @sagan

 SILLY GOOSE IN BLACK-FACE, HOLY MASS OF SPACE, DIRTY BIRD DOOMED FLOCK

Sevens rolled when elevens were seen by all except for the One, it's always about every lover

Not many just the One, a universal deep down inside of Nothing in particular, secret generals

All ordering the movement of idiots and morons who follow the herd of stinkin' & stunk over

A cliff by the edge of the coastal water, ends the Earth for us all, holy watershed, sacred Seals.

Apes and worms merge into this last detail on the final list of things to do, things to see, #Me2

Literally on the day you die, you are spent and have nothing left to acquire from flying undead

208 bones of spirits who got head to ten toes, no survival of death, even for the fit, all's askew

Continental drift of germs' dirty floors, unmopped, unswept, unswabbed deck & ghostly head.

Plums and road apples for every boy and girl lookin' to help their parents' extinction of species

Walking and then dying without any process other than deterioration and dissolution into Air

Gas both hard and liquid, different forms of the same thing, a thing itself in a vacuum, Minded

No way to know your ignorance, it's all yours & for your eyes only, subject, object, predicated.

Mother goose said it all & I wrote it down for minions to hear & disregard, a 3 strike box bust

Four balls out of the strike zone, shoulder to knees, an inch off of the home plate, knuckle ball

I catch, throw & I hit the ball with or without the good wood from pine & oak, all leftover dust

Bizarre & so grotesque as the monkeys flew across a dark cave's ceiling, disappeared in a wall.

Been everywhere & done everything although you don't believe what I'm sayin', dog's done!

Spent too much time in the warm oven waitin' to hatch when it was too late, daughter & son

Chewed the little ones and began from the egg & the gamete, a Thing itself divides the 7's Up

Cocksure of the conclusions, deduced out of the blue on black, ink on a page's reblow hubub.

No brain and no mind inside of a virus or a bacteria although without them, Nothing survives

Extinction of the love and hate streams of consciousness on a web of internet function's jives

Punks and young, toothless human beings without homes, without rivers that run through us

Blinded by lights, sightless light in Darkness' hole, a fast lane's trippin' Eagle on a magical bus.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, May XXth, MMXXII Anno Domini at 711 AMPST

{ Simple minded #BlackHole on common ground, while I dabbled in the @Eagles flight in the #AudiophiledMaoists vacuum soul-portal @ https://youtu.be/MJL4EymEa9o }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#GravitationalCollapse #WorldWideSuckSound

OLD SAYINGS, WORDS OF A FOOL'S EMPTY VOID

Silver lining of the golden geese who laid empty bird shells, all that there

In the pink and the deep blues where only angels fear to go, trippin' fear

You and I know the same things in different languages taught by old folks

All of them dead much earlier or later than us, we survive humane jerks.

Now on with your own journey to the Ends of your conscious awareness

The day you die is a momentary lapse of rational thought, innocent rest

From the First Cause's Unmoved Mover syndrome, divine God complex

Immortal mortals with skin and bones that walk, run, fly and to have sex.

Maybe for nothing or something that's not clearly the finale of a hit play

Bull's eye aimed at and hit in the center of the target, home runs of a boy

Out the park over left-center & right field fences, 2 homers, switchhit too

Juiced bat with taped grip, got hit 40 times, pitched a few balls to review.

Early birds catch worms & the snowbirds snatch those tasty worm flow

From the holy mud downunder our footholds, matter, Time, Space & me

We all are in the same proverbial boat, like it or not, you're not gonna go

When you turn the switch ON & you see nothing igniting, repeat let it be.

Screaming bloody murder on a bloody Sunday will raise eyebrows a bit

Silence required to fill in the spots between noise & chaos' orgasmic hit

Base, double, triple, homer, walk or sacrificial flies in cosmic, soup stew

Mints of green color, spear or winter twix all whitey's red, black & blue.

Birds of a feather flock together & the same holds for apes' loaded glocks

Most species on Earth don't have a species-wide WAR, this world's droid

Killing the threats, absorbing the ways and means to increase the g-flocks

Supernova the result in One Singularity's Black Hole, be a Zero, The Void.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  May XIXth, MMXXII @ 1500 hours PST

{ Produced while out of production of baby formula, so I made it myself, water and baby geritol, orange flavored link @ https://www.amazon.com/Pack-Haliborange-Toddler-Liquid-BUNDLE/dp/B00URRDTZY/ref=asc_df_B00URRDTZY/?tag=hyprod-20&linkCode=df0&hvadid=510945040761&hvpos=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=341185328418344582&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=&hvdev=c&hvdvcmdl=&hvlocint=&hvlocphy=9032550&hvtargid=pla-1263221967245&psc=1 }

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#SUPERNATURALLYours #MoneyFoNothin' #GimmeSomeWater #GoToChurch @Eric_Church

LOVE LIGHTS OF TOOTS' TWEETS & ZEN CHERRIES

Sharks in the water whether you like it or not, feel the spirit leakin' into God afar

Old man was a younger version of this and that there, fait au complet & aurevoir

System's gone too far to catch up to the end of bliss' lines, fools to infinitely fear

Or less but also either way, it's neither above nor below, I am no hero down here.

Sheep flock around the shephard for no reason, just to find the end of the end zone

A twilight between absolute darkness in a penumbra and angelic starlight, I'm ash

Withstanding no heat past 100 degrees for very long, I'm a wimp for holy water too

Streaming forth out of nowhere, here when I got here & here when I'm gone, no foo.

Out of this world's extraterrestrial units come & go for no reason other than mayhem

All there is can be put into a single thimble if you squeeze it just a taste, a byte of REM

Slip into darkness' dramatic dream within a dream and see the thing as it always was

Just like you & me, a thing moving around, back and forth and bottoming out in fuzz.

Tinker toys and Erector sets on the one hand, musician, boy scout, paperboy, a flyboy

It all comes down to this, no matter what the subject & object happen to be, it's a toy

Always, every day and night, on a roll from east to west, wobbling south to norte high

Among us both the good, the bad and most ugly beyond description, a sewer, NOW fly!

In excess of having total access to the entire shebang of matter, a key, invisible to you

Until the dawn sets upon your conscious self to maintain the line of defense against US

Angels aren't the thing, it's the creator of the things that's the problem, bad & beggin'

It's not personal, I don't care what a creator appears to be, I've got the love lights on.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, May XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST

{ Jammed in silence with noiseproof headphones but would have listened to something or nothing if I could have, I would have, hell, I should have gone to bed!   but ... I would have played some @EddieMoney #GimmeSomeWater like this @ https://youtu.be/lsYndo1NslE }

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