NOTHING IS VERY SPECIAL,
NOTHING IN THE WORLD IS EVERYTHINGHighlights for troubled lives inhabiting dreams that can’t break the Time in Space, perpetually on the fly
Contents and the glossary give you the gist of the saga being told by the proxies who died in rigor mortis
Ahead of all of the games played by the human genome, pure wisdom is getting ready to die while alive
If you don’t feel shock & awe you’ll feel overwhelmed, we all feed off of incredible tales that a One dies.
All of the above and none of the below, chemistry is the water being turned into the dark, sweet wine
Like a miracle of mutation, grapes of wrath sweeten into the blood of the God who erred to be human
Mama was a virgin? Come on man, God mates with humankind, there'd be a #HellYeah on Earth, Bros
Cries and laughs as a soul lost in space should, fear & courage alternating the AC/DC tunes on the Bose.
One ugly beginning with a face to detract from the face above the 208 bones of skulls to crossbones sing
Pirates hammered since that’s the way of the carpenter, 16 & 8 penny spikes for the crucifix of framing
Mates invented nothing but the wheel to move heavy scat from place to place, move away from feces
Flies will overwhelm the olfactory huffs and puffs, need to move away from the piling up sheet of bees.
Bloated bodies dying like dead fish in the dead sea, above the ground soon to be below the six-foot dirt
In & out of a wooden or tin can, just wrapped in sac-cloth or dumped into the sea, for the shark bait flirt
Matter doesn’t matter to the whole shebang, it’s all moot, points blunted by super-collider quarks’ sins
To be or not to be was never a question of any wise person in this graphic scale, dig the stupid humans.
Forget everything you’ve learned, wise up and see the light behind the darkness, it’s a mask for a mystic
Full of grace, the water, the wine and the body of the God who some maniacs killed for the love of a dick
Virgins and their creator, browsing above and below for the Ends, woke dreamer awakened a xmas daze
It’s complicated, I’m dead but I’ll be there when the Time is right, ticket to paradise is punched to amaze.
Do not pass go, go to jail and pretend the outside is inside of you or vice versa, travel any road to the end
It will all end, it’s not my idea so don’t shoot the messenger for what you forgot to recall, death I’ll send
Upon a white or black horse of eternal spirit comin’ out of the burning, blown atoms & quarks of our star
We got a full Monty house, Aces over Jacks, only four Kings will do the trick, rake in a pot gold, a Jaguar.
Now dig, copy & comprehend the nature of your & all being in general, sing songs, write words up to kill
Gregarious and in flight from nowhere I know to somewhere else I don’t know, ignorant illusion I am still
Not to drink or swill like wine or black jack Daniels but to sip a bit at a time, the power fills in the blanks
Lower below I-Core’s emptiness, open arms have no status, wide open space-blown butter-knife shanks.
Why on Earth was I not meant for you? Well that’s the rub, I was made & meant for you all
Love can move the mountain and change the sky of grey to blue, it’s all a love story of a Ball
Moving around in circles just to get to the place where all energy is lips together & y’all blow
Of no breath, a crash into the eternity between our knees, we’re comin’ & we’re all gonna go.
Abracadabra magic spell of sounds in sequence & specific order to cause an effect to be seen
On the stage or backstage with the production crew, all is animation of the thing, a has been
From a speck-dot on the matrix of Space, civilization and culture rose as in a petri dish of germ
Here you go, forget about it never, because this Xmas gift is everything gleaned, I am a worm.
All bottoms up, killed those shots in five minutes, got drunk in 30” on an empty stomach’s funk
Moms and dads, generators of the electronic DNA merge, will live and die in the hearse’s trunk
Wheeled to the holes in the ground or the funeral pyre fires to eliminate the soul’s stench spoils
Out of sight, in the mind with pictures & tales told by the not even born yet, androids are royals.
It’s not alright with me, it’s alright with everyone else, therefore know that it’s disagreed rhyme
Subjects and predicates sublimating infallible conclusions used for the mythology of history time
I’m all in, you’re broke and folded, there’s a hand that will win the highest honor, whole shebang
Time to go home, drive back in Darkness onto the pillows & bed of majestic, I’m in it for the bang.
Drama comes when it’s least expected, mostly when you might be content dancin’ on the moon
You may have thought that you were on the dark side of something in the closet of your bedroom
Messes with your mind’s children, the thoughts that move mountains, rock by rocky road to treason
When your leaders push you off of the cliff so you can’t tell whether you’re alive as the father’s son.
Born to Woman, we were all there, all of us, good, bad & ugly, you know which one y’all are, so what?
It doesn’t matter at all, you’ll die just like all that have lived before you arrived, corpses disintegrated
All one by one, sometimes a mass of multiple deaths, with or without a reason, all will die alone I said
Can’t take any humans or any other animals, can’t take your gold & silver art objects, why? You’re dead.
A Titanic ship sunk, hit an iceberg before it could detour in the ocean, killed some 1,517 ions, heartlessly
Either way, the matter disintegrates into the black hole eventually with all of us & our God’s critical mass
Dreaming your final moments on Earth or underwater, you get #Woke before it’s too late for souls, fatso
Sorting the alphabet soup of the cosmos, find nothing but zeroes and ones, A,B,C’s and do, re, mi, fa, so.
Primary love is feeling safe from bully abuse, friends, brothers, sisters, fathers & especially y’all, mothers
It’s not your personal fault that it’s an obligation, your mothers control Earth & it’s revolutionary cursors
Around & around we all too humane go, boys live ‘til they’re dead underground, smokin’ rain cloud mud
Blood & beer spilled inside & outside of the infinite’s commodes; extinct species pretend Space is a stud.
Let’s fall down and break one of the 208 bones we’ve inherited from godlessness’ Cro-Magnon mutants
They threw rocks and hid in the darkness or up in trees or in the forests, far, far away from the miscreant
Queen & their daughter princesses principally are the only hope for humanity, origins of essence gardens
Farmed by alien denizens who were not born and raised by the human condition, no original idiotic sins.
Using a petri dish for example, it begins with agar & gets an introduction to a life bug for mitotic division
Turning One into an exact copy of itself, an accident of solar radiation’s dead, empty, god-Space hopping
The Truth is, you’re alive & you’re gonna die like the others you’ve both buried & eaten to recycle Matter
In which philosophy of life can this not be explained o the Talk in the radio, idiosyncratic disc jockey blur.
Jerking on your mind’s eye & produces an insoluble solution to Fear, loathe humanity’s homeless street
Call it a Bourbon or Pike or Maxwell or 42nd, it doesn’t make sense, the copulation causes the population
Two tickets to paradise, grow up as a boy or a girl in a virus and bacteria infected agar trick in a petri dish
Welcome to all seven continents on Earth, breathe in wisdom’s secret, life’s a disease, you will be extinct.
Pumped out the jugheads’ philosophies into minds of the children who had obedient parents of culture
This becomes the key to the jail house, the penitentiary & prison houses of the men who killed der fuhrer
Freedom reigns on your consciousness until the movement of your bones is restricted by grounds down
Pain & pleasure after the milk & cookie fiesta, thank your mama for the cookies, my reindeer have flown.
Mythology is a creation from Nothing, it’s what started everything from Zeus, Ahura Mazda, Ala or God
Good grief, even Charlie Brown & Lucy know what Snoopy couldn’t understand, we’re all gonna die man
Singing songs, dancing to the sounds that play the inner, invisible strings to the joy of being innocent, sad
It’s gone, she’s gone, he’s gone, full moons are gone, a shroud of mystery is the spoils of the conquered.
In seven decades of breathing in and out millions of tons of gas and particulate matter, I got good brains
Reason & rhyme gets it, Happiness is the culture on all seven continents & islands between God-dirtballs
Don’t be offended before you get to the end, whether you’re related to me or not, Creation in great falls
From the river’s end as it flows over the cliff, the H2 falls but gravity fails because, escaping in the rains.
Of course, today is the best day of my life, how about your life? Identical concern is, now what the hell?
Not meaning to offend but if there’s a hell below Earth, we’re all gonna go soon enough, ergo, ring a bell
Knowledge of who you are & what your mortality means, specifically, social media is the extinction of It
All of us, whether young or old, illiterate or PhDs of philosophy, rigor mortis is programmed in, ah Shyt!
by
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stephan, i
c. Mardi, XII-XXVI-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 0808
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