#FunFax #SinkThePink @PINK #PINK

A TEMPEST’S SMOKE & MIRRORS

If I was kidding, I would be a joker in a fresh deck of cards, history’s one phantom phenomenon

You’re in it to win it but you & I as well as the rest of the minions are the best the gods head son

It ain’t your fault that your DNA recombination resulted in the extinction of the species, this is it

After all is said and all’s done, nothing will remain once the atrophy of dirt implodes into a S#it.

Blind faith of words, phrases of random mouth blasts of hot air, refused from the lungs, bad air

Named some stunk fish dumps on sandy beaches of great lakes, last of a tidal wave’s H2O there

Luck and thievery rule this chunk of random atoms colliding and merging into One balloon float

Roamin’ from coast to coast, brain-dead mind of streaming air, of consciousness’ motorboat.

By the way, you’re all responsible for the sins of your mothers & fathers, illiterate & illegitimate

There would be nothing here and now without me being here and now, that’s all I know for sure

Inside of an urn or coffin ain’t my soul’s place on this planet, I’m far away & I’m never, ever late

For breakfast, lunch or supper, I’ve got a fork in my right hand, blade in my left, love blind date.

Freaks are honest, they have no idea that they are abnormal genetic mutations of a perfect one

Some kind of wonderful, all eagles flying above the predators who will pluck & cook what’s left

One small slice of the love pie only elephants in the cages can comprehend, one way or another

Need to get out of the enclosure but have no power to move or getaway from the bad prisoner.

Locked into the safe, no combination of digits in any specific order or rank, it’s complicated

To get into the 3-lock box, you need to know the magic spell, words to rattle the cage doors

Rubbing the lamp to get the smoke released, the genie in the bottle roams this world, dead

I found the needle with the blinded eye; thread wouldn’t go into it so I forced entry unsaid.

No way you can be both the smoke and the hard xerox copy, it’s the energy’s matter in Time

Space between your ears is not visible to anyone but you, yourself, the I is your only crime

Sewed wild oats made smooth as silk by the Ends of Time, extraterrestrial UFO silicon oxide

Means and the Ways to get the First Cause of all these good, bad & ugly as we lied, we died.

Original creeps came into your nightmares to eat your inner being’s spiritual being, your soul

It won’t be interesting to live without soul, it’ll be devastating even if you’re a holy archangel

Therefore, a deduction remains for the third eye’s insight, assumptions impossible to prove

Funk High School and Funk University & Funk College of Fine Art, all contribute to the Love.

As above or so below, it’s for you to find out if that’s something true or false as I say, got it?

You got it, that’s right, it’s a game of love & finishing it off mad about something misunderstood

Punks got it right, junkies got it wrong, be a thug, be happy until your dead and gone to Scat

Stone upon your resting place underground, a grave grave, a boot you will never get off, Hood!

You have shrunk into your circumcised foreskin, high on just being alive, pain in the organ pin

Fountains of the water sprouting above and below the green above star dirt into the exhaust

Of One or the other, as above the equator, so below the dead star’s crumble, original godson

Ice thawed becomes overflowing hydrogen & oxygen into the thin air, complexity of simpleton

Hot, molten lava into hydrogen & oxygen essence, DNA nuclear fission & fusion wastes' zones

Unusable and unstable as the part of this universe that exists without me in this purple haze

Hump backed whales and the killer whales don’t cause global warming, they’ve no footprints

Carbon or compression in white or black sand, diamond in the back, powershift sparkin’ flints.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 2-14-2023 Anno Domini, Saint Valentine Day @ 666 PMPST

{Drafted #DOOM during lecture on #MostMysteriousPlacesOnEarth4K – #ReYoUniverse on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tdsKw0dKSsg}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShootMeStraight #BalloonoTheBalloon #BlowYouDown #BlownJobs

HILLARIOUSLY COMIN’ WHEN I GET ABOVE THE LOW DOWN

Apes to mock the morons and idiots who live outside of the caged elephants

Psychic psychos taught by C-minus students in public and private tutor synch

With the ways and means of the civilized who work the objects & subjects we see

In front of your blinded eyes, ultraviolet and infrared light made phenomena free.

Gods either made this place in Time a leftover of their handywork or it’s accidental

Not without a conclusion for the deductions and inductions, deaf and blind AI hell

Artificial is as it’s always been, created to be equal, just short of identity of a ball

It rolls around inside of your head, aliens are attacking with UFO balloons’ fall.

Trolls gathering in the petri dish at the lab, millions, no billions of the #SoMany

Infinite amount of self-replicating stooges made in the image of cavemen & saints

All in the middle of nowhere with nothing but blind faith to shed light on the dead

All of them already gone to nowhere in sight, out outta sight & mind, out my head.

Perfect zero between minus One & plus One, where it all appeared out of nowhere

Belief and knowledge encompass the wisdom of the essence’s pure hiss of dead air

Funk University was my first degree, the philosophy of yo’ aunts and uncles, point?

No point, it’s pointless to make a point, pointing out the sharp tip’s angle, a joint.

Horrible yet foolish as the cartoons of imaginary animals and their fake nine lives

Shovin’ and shovelin’ the P Street shuffle all over the Monopoly board, sorry kids

It ain’t my fault, you ought to realize that, I’m just a cog in the gear box, chain link

I won’t be alive more than a hunred years more, if still alive, could be worse, think!

Heads die, feet quit running, walking & jumping, handouts dry up, nothing comes

As above like your mother used to do, suckle & assist you with the evolutionary art

Foaming at the mouth, seafoam on the beach, I like the foam, come over red rover

When it’s gone, the air is gone, no bubbles without air, it’s flatlined, man, It’s over!

Disturbance in the peace of mind, need the cover dissolution to blow up balloons

Silly geese all doin’ their goose step until they stop, give it a go to the fixed goons

A Singularity without matter and anti-matter appears to be divine, immortal ball

High or low, use the #Hedge, eyes close, breath stops, rigor mortis One & for All.

Ate wrong food, drank the right wine and spirits, gave Earth all I had right back

Into the mix I didn’t know to the mix I created from recycled tires’s sugar shack

No hurry yet you don’t have forever, that’s very disturbing since I might die tonight

Tomorrow but not yesterday, Time moves ahead, forward young DNA’s mega-byte.

Gone fishin’ until the hub-bub is finished, pretzels and the binge of beer & wine

Everything’s just beautiful, always was & will be, it’s an aberration that’s all mine

Frontal nakedness, rear nudity when you die, clothes on a dead body, all bull scat

You won’t need clothes, brutal hell in paradise’s dead 208 bones, buried a hatchet.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February XIIIth, MMXXIII @ 1111 AMPST

{ #MissionCompleto @NickCage #KNOWING on youTube link # https://youtu.be/kELKz0VC0wg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SuperBowlLVII #Winning #Losing & #PlayingTheGames #EyeWantMyNickelback

COOL CAT?  SUPERBOWL #LVII TIME!

Completely out of our team’s control, when to take a walk and what to mark as Space
Came in second but still a second motion to none but the One’s seminal hole of grace
Tequila helps nothing but the ability to retool the fool who runs the psyche, free Will
No friend of any dogs of war nor the canine who could be mine, your love of god hell.

Got over that episode of beauty & the beasts who eat the living when their dead Blues
Highlights at six or ten o’clock to make the black & white sox rock hills’ purple hues
Modified RNA by the aliens we’ll never know, the invisible ones that drafted The Word
As above, so below the flesh of the angels feathered the nests of eagles, flight of a bird.

Monkey miracles swung from the tree vines to keep above the sharper teeth of cool cats
Uncles & grandmamas refused to perish, survived to copy the code left over by the Aliens
AL some called him or sometimes #AI, the program for DNA replication #ala CoVid bats
Out of the hellish-type caves underground where the sea used to be before the H2O Sins.

Of Eve and Adam or whichever grunt applies to the Alpha genome, the eagle flies home
At the End of the story, last gasp for the things that will only become what used to be
Forgot about the whole shebang of constant light-noise, charade of top 100 Hit Parade
Y’all woke up in Timbuktu, fell outta bed, hit your head, my nest’s gone, All's dead, fade.

Perfectly at one with the Oneness of the solar system’s part of the whole shebang
Common ground or the complex abstraction of thoughts & recollection poontang
Sorry, but it rhymed and it was disrespectful and I apologize, please accept my cover
Up and up above the fray where you really can’t survive, just go & see to get it over.

Life was always too short for any form that was conceived and hatched from an egg
Virus, bacteria to all of us, you, me and all of the grateful dead and all of the yet to Be
Mothers and fathers of the final end, the super Nova comin’ later or sooner, I love Sin
It may be happening as we think and speak, taking it’s own sweet Time in black satin.

You changed again, you used to be the way I liked you, now I don’t like you, must be you
It isn’t all me certainly who sees the world like you never did, my everything angels flew
Aircraft of your backbone, yours on top of my own, made the memory to be my last detail
That’s Life your heart won’t know, lives begun Doomsday mama said, ‘ShytSonny! Sail!’

This ends well because it is a part of the whole shebang, it’s all academic to the student
Of the mice and men you & I have known through merging with the power of a Trident
Of Earth, of Wind and Fire to be or not to be the form of the elements animated by a ‘G’
Might be One or the Many, ticklin’ the 88’s, Nothing's fair, stars, Void, this completes Me.

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rjj stephan, i
c. Superbowl @LVII Sunday, 2-12-23 @ 555 AMPST
{ Grappled while listenin’ to a conflagration of #BornToBeBlue @ https://youtu.be/KR4cQXxSee8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?