Thursday, April 25, 2019
#OracleAtDelphi #Philosophia & #YoMama #HatersAreIndeedMorons
FUNK IN FAKE COSMIC SOUP *
Well and good, ill and evil, either way or neither way, chickens peckin’ to kill the bull
Being the hen-pecked rooster who crows out loud in the silent night of the Pinochle
The rest of the day is for walkin’ and peckin’ and huntin’ for the gods in a chariot
Hidden in the yolk of each of their hatched eggs, the DNA of the moron and idiot.
OMG, hidden texts that change the minds of the ignorant and deceived in #MoronMush
Gravel, rocks, stones and pebbles move the boulder from the cave, give it an itty-bity push
With blinded eyes wide open, fired leaves burn the shadow invisible to our ancient history
Fine with me, you are slim, #GoogleIt #Coachella extinction’s immanent, he’s she, she’s he.
Can you hear the morning sirens, the helicopters propellers and propulsion’s divine noise
Reversing gravity’s power, exceptional idea on defying the authority of a pull, keepin’ poise
Deadbeat dead heads in conjunction with naked apes burnin’ Chokecherry Canyon incense
Impudent and aligned with my Evil Genius in a free-hand masquerade, Cartesian conscience.
Lifted from a war zone, above and below the historical idiots, #Silence, drink #FruitOfVines
Are you feelin’ me now, being so fit for survival, armed with sharp, holy swords and sheaths
Even if you are dead and gone from a consciousness of a divine being host of Life’s last breath
Fear the hashashins knives, fruity heart, to the head, grapevine hands, swallowing my wines.
Knowledge, wisdom are the power along with the Charity of Blind Faith and Blind Fortune
To be or not to be is NOT ‘The Question’ but it is the answer to the wobbles revolution, son
Mother of all bombs dancin’ to the overture of your worst nightmare and best idiot illusion
Flush down the spit with the holy water, in the wishing well of your mama’s womb, in scum.
I am not the creator of the images you receive within your finite cranium, just the messenger
Appropriated the words and thoughts of my teachers and writers of the philosophy of Thor
Gods who moved when they should have remained at rest for eternity, but why? It is done!
Consciences of a Nation, Galaxy and a Cosmos, asleep in a mother-lode, an #effin fake-drone.
by
r j j stephan, i *Header is the Grateful Dead colored-bone icon from an LP/CD
c. April 25, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to a surprise for all of us on youTube link #ENDS Everlast @ https://youtu.be/MjiMqeD-lrs #DontBeAHaterYouMoron #IfTheSlipperFits }
W.W.A.R.D.?
W.W.A.R.D.?
Wednesday, April 24, 2019
#tVoid #Carnivores & #Herbivores & #Omnivores
TOOLS, WEAPONS, HOMO ERECTUS
Your guess is as good as mine, evolutionary Earth wobbles, orbits and ad infinitum repitition
Happened one and nine tenths million years ago, early man was a trapper, for food and fur
Tools of bone and trophies of the anima skulls aligned on the cave wall’s ledge of dirty gold
Prey killed might be you except for your ingenuity, kill or be killed for two million years, sold.
A theory left by the evidence buried underground and through signs scratched into cave walls
Fire and the ice left over when it’s gone forever are the blocks used to let me get here to write
About blown covers, misaligned intent to do what thou wilt, disfigured my 208 bones’ space
Menudo of Homo Habilis and Homo Erectus become what we are, these Homo Sapiens’ guts.
Cooked food, digests quicker than the raw junk of death’s leftovers, fat guts and fire create us
Lookin’ for trouble after existence has terminated, finding it, a socially accepted happy space
Extinction of all species, ours and all species animated or endangered is immanent, in Time
Into a black hole and I mean deeply, past the Event Horizon, mind distortion to the sun sign.
Pretending that moderation is enough to succeed at surviving is the death of you and yours
Perfection’s imperfection is that it is allowed to exist inside of an ignoramus or a gym rat
Primitive or modern, great white apes mutated from the chimp into a human-divine blood
Indeed, anthropological and historical records carbon dated, yields stupid, killer apes of God.
Run and hide from the things that are hungry enough to want to smell your blood, to eat you
Burying the bones after burning the fleshly organic matter that keeps the thing alive, moving
It is what we know well, how to hide the deceased, to provide protection from scavenger teeth
Explosion of your genes from your ancestors and on to your descendants, you civilized seat!
Earth and other planets revolve about the nuclear star, Father sun, for the love of the group
No other higher reason for the 93 million mile trip every year on Earth, nuggets of mama
Round, not square, tribe killers of the good, bad and ugly species’ forms of every kind, anima
Eating humans, breaking bad boys and good girls, hunters of man drank all of cosmic soup.
Underwater and underground, from the beaches to the top and bottom of a hot cosmic stew
Citizens who have been protected from the Truth will never find It, It is hidden in the light
Fascinated with the points, the lines, the figures and shapes, the colors from red to blues
Dead and buried, the Truth is out there, in here, it loosens the chains, I’m Nothing to fight.
by
r j j stephan, i { *Sculpture of the header is #TheKiss by @AugusteRodin, 1889 A.D. }
c. April 24, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ drafted while in random-stasis, listenin’ to #TheHistoryOfEarth on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RQm6N60bneo }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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