LOATHING AND TREMBLING ONTO RIGOR MORTIS ad infinitum, ETC, ETC, ETC, #BornForFun

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ICED ARK STRAIT-E-JACKET SEED

Used to cry about the humble pie ‘til i put me in cracker’s dorm
With humble pie crumbs. Cake to be or not to be matter & form
Don’t blame me for the narrow way, i was lonely on the make
Lost on all back roads of the highway, a covenant arc head fake.

Flew so high and got so far away, there’s no tellin’ I’m dreamin’
I didn’t know where to land it, they said a god was a mortal sin
So, i got my small conscious soul in touch with the original buck
Ma and pa all did what they could with this natural man’s suck

When it’s over, it’s over, believe me or don’t, it'll cool your jets
I ain’t the one who saved you from Armageddon, fools’ debts
I know when iron curtains are comin’ down for a finale encores
Trials & tribulations until breakin’ bad seals to holy dam doors.

Garbage of the black and white trash piled up for rats to buy
Just the crumbs of the trailer’s trash in three stories of ‘i die’
Spread out and hover over the nonsense, beer bongs and wine
Burned brains, cadaver minds, subjective objects of a stop sign.

Everything's gonna be alright, there’s nothing else we can do
To make it through the days & nights to bitter ends of eggs, bro
Fertilized and gestated right into a coffin, a casket of skin & bone
All there ever was and will be, same day, same scat, we’re all alone.

As above in deeper neon space outside a milky way, gods roam laid
Everywhere always, every momentary breath you take, move made
Inside mother’s womb or ordered to ‘go to your room’ as if it’s bad
Lucky to have loved, just to see what it’s like when god dies, sad.

Mama & pa would've been so proud to have been the Origin's spawn
Spewed offspring with reason, rationale of a philosophers’ dawn
I blame nobody, noone for any thought i have escape my mouth
What my pops said, to shut my pie hole down, embarrassed south.

Ran off to Texas, saw Davey Crockett’s last Alamo stand blast
Triggered recollection of getting’ wound alas, lead's steel, funkiness
Champion of getting’ out alive at the end, good, bad & ugly
You know the last word's gotta be a final curtain, gasp, it's funky!

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rjjstephan, i
c. Dimanche, February Vth, MMXXIII @ 311 AMPST
{ Jammed out with @VanMorrison #SometimesWeCry link @ https://youtu.be/LqkrGPEdt34 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

PLANEMO & YOUNG STARS IN THE PLETHORA YANKIN' & SHANKIN' #CarbonWorld & @PoynterSistersConcert @GovtMule

SAP FROM TREES & IDIOTS’ ILK

Simple men walk and run upon this Earth, the Golden Rule applies only if you’re the sheep

It’s not your choice or your fault that you are who you are, you’ve been created to creep

Around the corners, in the gangways between brick buildings of taverns and vendor flocks

Your children whether you are aware or not are smarter than you are, upgrades in a box.

Squared or cubed to be fair yet within the atmosphere of survival where the strong survive

Waking up as a weak, mortal man or woman in this world of the 2 thousand twenty-five

Almost here and now since it’s the Winter Solstice of ’23, another few miles h2o must go

Above & below the imaginary ecliptic where even angels fear to go & pretend it’s a big lie.

On any surveying of the surface of every planet in our solar system, there is no life except here

At the edge of where you cannot survive any longer, in the ghetto of the rats’ & roaches’ hair

Deduction after the induction comes to an inevitable logical conclusion, facts of humanity life

No saving souls after the body expires & gives up the ghost, an imaginary gas called my wife.

Without her love, the reason for remaining here and now to breathe gas in & out goes

Far away from the Milky Way & Alpha Centauri, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune or Pluto lose

Metallic liquid hydrogen is a Jupiter full of hot gods excited beyond their ionic control

Laws and rules do not apply to the universe, not even outside of your own cave hole.

On or off the current, surfing the electronic waves, install when it’s gone, all mortal sin

Nothing I can say or do for you, y’all are on your own, believe in the Unknown, it’s OK

That’s All of It, it’s All unknown, stellar corpse Neutron Stars, they’re dead like a pawn

I’ve got some low viscosity for you, a honey of a super fluid, vortex sucks ironic spawn.

Inference of the conclusion because there’s nothing that is indubitable, it’s academic

Learn and become educated in the repetition of brown dwarves, giant gas balls get sick

Become the graveyard of high hydrogen, the iron vapor will rain one hot flow rivers too

Imagine you’re a moron or an idiot & you’re ignorant of the Truth, it’s all Ice VII man! Boo!

If you have become disturbed by the Nebula rings you were never promised, you a tool

Promises are an eye of God, billowing mass of disappointment ready to glow, idiotic fool

Ultraviolet or infrared wavelengths and frequencies enlighten your mind’s eye to insight

If you’re not alive and moving, shrunk to dead & gone, fade Nebula messenger, FIGHT!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, February IVth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Cracked this egg while hearing #TheUniverseNebulasExplained on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vkzx560FZyo & #TerribleOsirus God’s #GlobalFrying @ https://youtu.be/zyxTy5c3gWI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@DearAynRand #FountainHeadless

SECRETS ARE FORGOTTEN, TALES TALLER THAN AN EMPIRE’S STATE

King Kong or Godzilla in China’s mouth, fascinated by frozen Time in empty Space

Disclosed my hunger for the squalor of the mind and body in or out of my cool face

Between my parallel lines of digital currency, you’ll give and take away deep states

Of being a psychological neurotic in charge of Liberty, of the men & mouse bytes.

Redeemed mothers and fathers who forgave one another for reproducing the signs

Reminders of the origin and final end of your personal breath within parallel lines

Merging into one angle more or less than 180 degrees to the ecliptic, it’s apocalyptic

Imagine you see a bomb blow, A-bomb, you’re mind blows into starlight gone extinct.

By midnight give or take a moment, that day you discover your reason for being alive

You will then and only then be aware that the unknown can’t be known in the hive

Of mankind, bees, birds, rats, cats or dogs, bacteria to redwood trees in the forestry

Omnivorous Space kills Time, with ease and without a shade of doubt, I am God to see.

If I am not, none of this matters, just a speck of dust invisible in the cosmos’ scheme

Rebel or comply, the matter and energy remain One, displayed a crop of iced cream

Know this or know nothing which is highly likely to be most probably impossible scree

Said or heard in some incomprehensible method of calculating The Reason to Be me.

Shaped by the folks who came & went without a peep, in and out of eyes wide opened

To the nature of the dream while awake or asleep, in days & nights of fortune’s dead

Think of Black Holes and Singularities, a point of no return ad infinitum, etc, etc, etc

Old or in the way if not a hermit, either case is catastrophic & a finale to the soul, Ra!

If I told you and only if I told you that I knew the end of the story, you would drop dead

Not only is this the truth but if you try me you’ll find that I’m on the money, that said

Hated the Truth more than the Lie, why you’re alive, why you’re gonna die, it’s all set

Ringing bells of the highest farmers who reap the wisdom of good & evil words of debt.

What we owe and who we owe for this breath of fresh air, this star dirt is gonna Nova

Into the Space’s vortex of invisible suck, every atom of Adam & Eve, all scat is a Duh

On the way to extinction, the gene for the end is coded in every atom of Eve, pray so

Like this faux silence between your ears, dawning on you yet? Oh no! God no! Bro!

News for you, the forgotten is like the yet to be found, it’s there but it’s nowhere

Bumpy ride your parents gave you, poor thing, innocent and now responsible here

For all of the pain and suffering of this world, all your fault for joining in the party

No choice for the lonely ones who live alone & become one with fear’s scar sortie.

Pills in the stupid idiot monsters’ mouths, inanimate objects I oppose, displace Sin

Removed from reality and the dreams of sleeping minds within, Void left wide open

Insightful and prescient of the things that are effects of the First Cause, I am stone

Police and sheriff of the Last Riot of America quit their jobs, robot minds all blown.

Gods beget the boys and girls of seven continents, here and now we are all upon it

Earth, wobbling, spinning, revolving, losing atmosphere into the Void of Space chit

Whatever you say, whatever you do, whomever you say & do it to, that’s you & me

Before we snatched breaths of gas, Nothing was & what would be then, will still Be.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, February IIIrd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 111 AMPST

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W.W.A.R.D.?