CONTRAPTION INTERJECTION
-------------------0------------------Carried out the orders of the coded DNA, no control over the holy Will to survive
Without the benefit of the divine aid from above this atmosphere on Earth’s hive
Bees, ants & the way too human beings who look like aliens with a bad pedigree
That ain’t no lie means that it is a lie if you break it on down to the LCD, y’all see?
Certainty principle accepted without proof with logic & reason, a skeptical viking
Born from a cell of DNA/RNA auto-spontaneous combustion into a human being
Of, by & for the people who are in charge of the causes and effects to be civilized
On Earth as it is in Heaven, it’s a liturgy of blind faith in postmortem private eyes.
Keep it in mind, there’s a 444 around every corner or else it’s a 911 to get the 411
In any case, using formal logic, it’s either both True and False or it’s fallacious, son
Regret won’t help you on the lost time in Space, hence move on to the end of means
Just ahead of the twilight zone where The Serling shines a scenario of buried genes.
Mystics downloaded the mystery into a legend that you’d have to just drop a dime
If you can’t swim and can’t dive, you’re as good as drowned in the crows of murder
Liquid gas in these all too human lungs won’t cut the mustard, it’s a matter of Time
For the sake of your immature mother & deadbeat father, bear your love in rhyme.
As if you care, act that way just in case you’re adding karma to your penance to be
Here and now isn’t the Time in Space it was cracked up to be, accidental concept
Conceal the secret to the hidden, open wound deep in the spirit’s rubber soul chi
Underneath the center of the core, there’s nothing to see, you mother of the scree.
I got a line on you as you do on me, we’re one and the same after death, yet it’s bliss
To be or not to be answering that question is all we have to go by, anonymous miss
No one knows, everyone cares, it’s the unknown to be ready for our reentry star date
You go and I go to the upper or lower dimension, can’t say, can’t tell, Void Id, Fate!
Until the final gasp of gas into our lungs, there’s a remote chance we’re dreaming
We’ll wake up finally when we die, whether lucky or not, Life Ends in the 9th inning
If y’all didn’t know it already, you have a finite number of days left of living in Zen
Dreaming or awake because you are either #woke or asleep in a blind date with sin.
Higher than the low lives that animate the rocks and mud mutations of true loves
Big as the miniature piece of the chess game, pawn to rook to knight’s “L” moves
Hunting for game that doesn’t hunt me because I taste good, both meat and bone
Farce in front of your face, clear skin covered skull & bones above my AT&T iPhone.
Forced to experience annihilation of Platonic dialogue, Aristotle’s chariot his foot
A comet and a flood relate to the Ice Age and the Great Flood’s river flows to the sea
Mass of the dirty words’ residue left over with every breath, chew a soul for me
Dropping in to see what condition my condition was in, I’m dumbfounded to boot.
Respect for accelerated melting of ice sheets due to the Sun’s 11,600 BC supernova
On the record, ciphered in a language familiar to me, I resign my position of Casanova
Counting backwards from a million, it takes forever to achieve a finale’s deep ending
It is what it is, I am what I am, integrate yourself into the matrix, infinity’s holy singing.
Highway to Hades or a ladder Jacob used to attempt grand larceny in a Earthly flood
Meanwhile, the H2O just sets, full stop in the wobble and spin of the planet’s mood
Ending right back at the origin, where someone named an original one, God’s dam it
O Civilized World, catastrophe from the power of exploding implosions of holy shyt.
Mark my words, Time and Space won’t end the day you die, handy world will still return
In a clockwise spin as seen from the northern end of a planet, spin into a whirl of swirl
Universal in particular emerges the high and low of an exquisite sense of freeze & burn
We know a little & guess the rest, monkeys mock the apes, laughing boyfriend of a girl.
Sorting the categories of substance into the essence, opened eyes squinting blindly
Gravity said Albert, my father from another mother, pulls you down home, below sea
Contraction of Space, falling down from heaven, from a Time when angels signed me
Immortal creations of the other side of Time & Space, a dimension number seventy.
Variable of the original sin we’ve explained as an accidental slip of judgement, is one
Electric, static, magnetic bends the quasi special and general relativity is unified, son
You know nothing more than anyone else, nobody knows anything at all, it’s elastic sin
Neutron, proton, electron, atomic fission & fusion song existential bovine scattering.
Particle motion, atomic void snaps your head back and your neck whiplashes points
Hole to hole in the matrix, lines are drawn, shapes are imagined, God ain’t got joints
If You are stupid, so you are but it doesn’t matter, that’s your trip, it won’t ever matter
Rolling thunder of Einstein, there must be a Higher Force, Dark Matter streaming G2.
Space warp, bent, positive and negative, field theory represents infinite power of light
To go 93 million miles per second per second, slippery slope through cold ice of a fight
I just had some blue & sorrowed times again, so many in the past sailin’ on sea foam
Navigating wave to wave, coast to coast of land’s Ho, so good to stop, write the tome.
Boundaries and zones rise above the sea’s level, soon dry as a bone, not a round rock
Valleys & crevices between the unburnt, unpulverized basalt, in rhythm with the dock
Fallen angel completed the mission, hit the ground runnin’ with wings clipped behind
Hidden power disguised as weakness of the will & the body politics, S.F.B. is just fine.
Survived the threats and assaults with scars and tattoos of the event, y’all remember
Shotguns and knives moved the ones who arrived first, annihilated the creator author
Land of Lakes and desert of the Arabs pullin’ Hollywood’s weight, pretend to be reality
Not to be, last breath and double gasp gets nothing but darkness’ lights out, I’m to be.
Five minutes will get you ten years behind bars in The Pen, it’s the justification for me
Not your dreamer’s disease, I’ve had it since I was fourteen in Freshman year’s ‘she’
Girl was the heat in the night, her father chased my pokey arse away, hell she was gay
It don’t matter to me, you gotta find out some day, reason to live all day, live for today.
Feel that beat and rhythm comin’ out the Bose 901’s & pop fingers, tap toes in Time
With or without you in the mix, it goes on the way it always does, over when it’s over
Woman by my side, she wants by hers, kissin’ one another’s backside of jeans, hit it
Far out past spaces that are invisible, it can be sensed by a tasteless scent of chit.
Random chaos all about my sack of stank from the food I killed & consumed, all dead
No way to survive on Earth without eating the things that used to thrive out of a seed
Completed your mission once you’ve begun, the boogy-woogy way to get the job done
Smell good is all on my fresh shave, goin’ out to hunt ‘em down home pretties & fun.
Represent yourself little country girls to the little more city girls, let’s get ‘em dancin’
Power up to the swayin’ and swingin’ where the little darlings go for the beats and bops
Off key songs are good, repeat the words over again, I remember only when I hear ‘em
Poison grape-ape drink but it tasted so damn good, two fingers in my juice, drunk, um?
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, April XV, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST
{ Jacked this gem up from the depths of Hades while jammin’ to @NewRadicals @ https://youtu.be/DL7-CKirWZE?si=XwDlAI_SjUk7M7uC }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
Bees, ants & the way too human beings who look like aliens with a bad pedigree
That ain’t no lie means that it is a lie if you break it on down to the LCD, y’all see?
Certainty principle accepted without proof with logic & reason, a skeptical viking
Born from a cell of DNA/RNA auto-spontaneous combustion into a human being
Of, by & for the people who are in charge of the causes and effects to be civilized
On Earth as it is in Heaven, it’s a liturgy of blind faith in postmortem private eyes.
Keep it in mind, there’s a 444 around every corner or else it’s a 911 to get the 411
In any case, using formal logic, it’s either both True and False or it’s fallacious, son
Regret won’t help you on the lost time in Space, hence move on to the end of means
Just ahead of the twilight zone where The Serling shines a scenario of buried genes.
Mystics downloaded the mystery into a legend that you’d have to just drop a dime
If you can’t swim and can’t dive, you’re as good as drowned in the crows of murder
Liquid gas in these all too human lungs won’t cut the mustard, it’s a matter of Time
For the sake of your immature mother & deadbeat father, bear your love in rhyme.
As if you care, act that way just in case you’re adding karma to your penance to be
Here and now isn’t the Time in Space it was cracked up to be, accidental concept
Conceal the secret to the hidden, open wound deep in the spirit’s rubber soul chi
Underneath the center of the core, there’s nothing to see, you mother of the scree.
I got a line on you as you do on me, we’re one and the same after death, yet it’s bliss
To be or not to be answering that question is all we have to go by, anonymous miss
No one knows, everyone cares, it’s the unknown to be ready for our reentry star date
You go and I go to the upper or lower dimension, can’t say, can’t tell, Void Id, Fate!
Until the final gasp of gas into our lungs, there’s a remote chance we’re dreaming
We’ll wake up finally when we die, whether lucky or not, Life Ends in the 9th inning
If y’all didn’t know it already, you have a finite number of days left of living in Zen
Dreaming or awake because you are either #woke or asleep in a blind date with sin.
Higher than the low lives that animate the rocks and mud mutations of true loves
Big as the miniature piece of the chess game, pawn to rook to knight’s “L” moves
Hunting for game that doesn’t hunt me because I taste good, both meat and bone
Farce in front of your face, clear skin covered skull & bones above my AT&T iPhone.
Forced to experience annihilation of Platonic dialogue, Aristotle’s chariot his foot
A comet and a flood relate to the Ice Age and the Great Flood’s river flows to the sea
Mass of the dirty words’ residue left over with every breath, chew a soul for me
Dropping in to see what condition my condition was in, I’m dumbfounded to boot.
Respect for accelerated melting of ice sheets due to the Sun’s 11,600 BC supernova
On the record, ciphered in a language familiar to me, I resign my position of Casanova
Counting backwards from a million, it takes forever to achieve a finale’s deep ending
It is what it is, I am what I am, integrate yourself into the matrix, infinity’s holy singing.
Highway to Hades or a ladder Jacob used to attempt grand larceny in a Earthly flood
Meanwhile, the H2O just sets, full stop in the wobble and spin of the planet’s mood
Ending right back at the origin, where someone named an original one, God’s dam it
O Civilized World, catastrophe from the power of exploding implosions of holy shyt.
Mark my words, Time and Space won’t end the day you die, handy world will still return
In a clockwise spin as seen from the northern end of a planet, spin into a whirl of swirl
Universal in particular emerges the high and low of an exquisite sense of freeze & burn
We know a little & guess the rest, monkeys mock the apes, laughing boyfriend of a girl.
Sorting the categories of substance into the essence, opened eyes squinting blindly
Gravity said Albert, my father from another mother, pulls you down home, below sea
Contraction of Space, falling down from heaven, from a Time when angels signed me
Immortal creations of the other side of Time & Space, a dimension number seventy.
Variable of the original sin we’ve explained as an accidental slip of judgement, is one
Electric, static, magnetic bends the quasi special and general relativity is unified, son
You know nothing more than anyone else, nobody knows anything at all, it’s elastic sin
Neutron, proton, electron, atomic fission & fusion song existential bovine scattering.
Particle motion, atomic void snaps your head back and your neck whiplashes points
Hole to hole in the matrix, lines are drawn, shapes are imagined, God ain’t got joints
If You are stupid, so you are but it doesn’t matter, that’s your trip, it won’t ever matter
Rolling thunder of Einstein, there must be a Higher Force, Dark Matter streaming G2.
Space warp, bent, positive and negative, field theory represents infinite power of light
To go 93 million miles per second per second, slippery slope through cold ice of a fight
I just had some blue & sorrowed times again, so many in the past sailin’ on sea foam
Navigating wave to wave, coast to coast of land’s Ho, so good to stop, write the tome.
Boundaries and zones rise above the sea’s level, soon dry as a bone, not a round rock
Valleys & crevices between the unburnt, unpulverized basalt, in rhythm with the dock
Fallen angel completed the mission, hit the ground runnin’ with wings clipped behind
Hidden power disguised as weakness of the will & the body politics, S.F.B. is just fine.
Survived the threats and assaults with scars and tattoos of the event, y’all remember
Shotguns and knives moved the ones who arrived first, annihilated the creator author
Land of Lakes and desert of the Arabs pullin’ Hollywood’s weight, pretend to be reality
Not to be, last breath and double gasp gets nothing but darkness’ lights out, I’m to be.
Five minutes will get you ten years behind bars in The Pen, it’s the justification for me
Not your dreamer’s disease, I’ve had it since I was fourteen in Freshman year’s ‘she’
Girl was the heat in the night, her father chased my pokey arse away, hell she was gay
It don’t matter to me, you gotta find out some day, reason to live all day, live for today.
Feel that beat and rhythm comin’ out the Bose 901’s & pop fingers, tap toes in Time
With or without you in the mix, it goes on the way it always does, over when it’s over
Woman by my side, she wants by hers, kissin’ one another’s backside of jeans, hit it
Far out past spaces that are invisible, it can be sensed by a tasteless scent of chit.
Random chaos all about my sack of stank from the food I killed & consumed, all dead
No way to survive on Earth without eating the things that used to thrive out of a seed
Completed your mission once you’ve begun, the boogy-woogy way to get the job done
Smell good is all on my fresh shave, goin’ out to hunt ‘em down home pretties & fun.
Represent yourself little country girls to the little more city girls, let’s get ‘em dancin’
Power up to the swayin’ and swingin’ where the little darlings go for the beats and bops
Off key songs are good, repeat the words over again, I remember only when I hear ‘em
Poison grape-ape drink but it tasted so damn good, two fingers in my juice, drunk, um?
God’s Damned archangel
byr j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, April XV, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST
{ Jacked this gem up from the depths of Hades while jammin’ to @NewRadicals @ https://youtu.be/DL7-CKirWZE?si=XwDlAI_SjUk7M7uC }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
