"...Harnessing the power of technology
and policy innovation to accelerate
the clean energy transition."

Quote excerpt from : Energy Futures Initiative . Org

*** this site is NOT sanctioned / officially affiliated with the above. This is a freestyle -
soul-refreshing outburst... on the subject matter / endeavor in which they work. of which...
I'm passionate about.*** With that said .   Continuing... with much more to say....

We came from the near future.

We didn't come to shoot ya.

Well, some of you. The rude few crude
and cruel that tried to rule. The world.



Enslave the boys and play with the girls.
Before they're ready for those kinda
mind & body games.
I know - or should i say -

  "have been advised" to :

Stay in my lane.

Ain't it strange. Unlike the doctor.
The swirling helicopters and political optics;
cloudly a clear perspective on important topics.
His extravagant palatial yacht mooring in the simmering paradisial tropics. Hip-hip & Hop-scotch might get you Red Sea wet in these unstabilized federally-subsidized cosmopolitian urban projects.

Intervention is urgent.

My solar-powered time-machine invention
sent me to the 35th century. To a universalized governed celestial penitentiary. Where I worked on my penmanship and discarded chivarly.

My special delivery - convicted - while conflicted. Scripting lyrical mayhem for the men responsible for the May Day's Events that began the 1st wave of

The Ecological Freedom Movement ( EF- M ! ).

We already knew carbon-based burned fuel emissions contamination procedures needed radically dynamic massive improvement. Tesla's involvement - did not solve the escalating globally critically environmentally sensitive problem. 87 % of the population coughing - and it ain't Covid. 19 months. Soreness of throat - and it ain't caus we battl'in. Murder She Wrote. When she shared the Health Department's recommendations and quotes. On the tele-prompter and the clipboard she's holding with the official seal emblossened folders. Is it me - or is it getter colder inside of here.

Turn up more solar. As i cause haters to grind more molars. What else can the reporters write about.
The sexy latino's doing the weather. In retro tight flourescence lit-pink pleather. It's melting his benjamin-franklin american-flavored cheddar. There's an unexpected rise in today's temperture and unusual atmospheric conditions.

Orange snowflakes.

I'm thermo-nuclear.

Hey, some baking soda - for the odor.
Pour on some Borium.
Please put that down you bumbling idiot !
Not You MC... My Assistant;
Confusing the Borium with the Thorium.

It's MY JOB - to destroy the auditorium.
with my alchemy of auditory naughty.

I have Madame President's Presidential Orders.

Please, hand me another Montblanc.
I bring the 'yet-to-be-patented' re-constituted amalgamated

hi-grade mix of acoustical drama -

added with salivating glands of
humaniod-secreted genome-hyphenated hybrid plutomium.

HSGHHP... "High-School" - the name given it
by the laborious lab technicians.

I'm fighting pollution.
Indigo & digital ink is part of the solution.

Such a touchy subject - that's hard to handle.
The extracted biologically corrosive petroluem solvents and chemicalized particles
with a mix of poly-o-carbonated
re-engineered synthentic plastics
and drastic caustic acids attracted
free-floating negative
ion-magnetized proton fragments
from deep within our geo-sphere's
fission-inducting inner core -
escalating already fermenting excited
atomically domant ancient wave-form
filament strands of radioactive elements.

A dis-carded six-pack former holder of
8 ounze Pepsi sodas...
is strangle-holding one of Gaia's vital roots.

The tsunami that trashed the Pacific rim
was the hic-cup

from the tetronic shift burlping fluke.
Triggered by the detonation of nukes
in the ocean's soup.

A boiling hot crooked crock-pot
brewing at Hell's Gate.

Humanity's Fate.

Hannity's Fake ( & a snake ) .

It's was Sunday - the 7th of May. Mother's Day.
7:58 pm. Wait. There's more.

The conglomerate of - now concerned - nations sent
United Recon ScrewWorm 7 on an investigative



mission to explore. At 44.000 mera-fathoms... Communications with the crew was lost.
Private investors were concerned about
how to recoup the cost
of the 800 billion in financing that they sourced.
While they dangled food that looked like embryo Kiaju in cilantro-spiced brandy-wine tinged lobster sauce at the impaling end of the tridents they held. That not-very-descriptive un-specific family of arthropoda that's sounds salvatingly delicious.

Not hard to figure.... Jigga's still aloft in his villa - meticulously minding his... "He's A Business" - like VISA... business. Getting a thrill on working out soliciting another billion.
    Asking the cabal   ( SSssshhh.... )

" What Comes After Trillion ? "

Like a greedy muther-phucka.

It's bleek in Memphis, Tennesee.  Really?   Really!?

Stealing a biscuit - might get you a 2-for-1 life-time prison sentence; if you're an impovished,
or even... a well-established educated nubian immigrant. Continuing. And counting, the mounting problems of the offensiveness - of the arrogrance and shades of my -

I own(it)... mis-understandings and ignorance .

i speed across the Verranzzano-Narrows Bridge - away from Trump's tumbling columns of drama; like I'm a well-composed fumbling Mike 'Dick' Pence.

[ * A note to 'behave'. Don't upset Republicans. Don't blind them to the fact that - I'm objective. We'll need their help in saving the planet. ]

Look across the locked linked fence - and though the sun rises & shines in King's County... adjacent to Queens. The Brooklyn rooks crumble. And we see the scenes of sin on CNN, ABC, NBC - with Wizard Theodore*-inspired nightly spins. On the hordes crippled by the ozone's collapse - languishing in poverty - misery.

( * Place a 'Grand' in there - somewhere. )

Two billion...
under-fed men, women & children.

In addition -
multiplying the drama to the predictament :

The conservative estimated calculation of



I don't give a damn - if they say that : I'm Villianous ?!

I'll kill ( that's a bit harsh .) Maim. Place under house-arrest... every mutha's fuss'in cousin in the parading line of tour buses.... to

rescue the blooming flower lost
in the chaos of the storm's dust .

Return to the muck of the crust - as your mic begins to rust. Move these got-damn timberlands & pile of too many sneakers . Commandeer the twin-tower Gemini Speakers. Show the mis-directed adolescent over-achiever - how to properly operate her cleverly concealed 9 millimeter caliber heater. You over there in suburbia - Slide over in them Rockports 'Sport'.
No refs on the court - Keep your rhetorical short.
I'm still jealous of releasing the mic - you can get the chord. Wrapped for your raps.

Hello Feds : Please, continue to record .

I don't want my son 'MySun' to say - I'm lying.
About the details i'll share - about how you was frying - in my denying you of replying; while you stood there saucy in the feces of your lyrical shitty diapers.

Would you mind handing me that replacement
Amco typewriter (?) This one's spent . and bent .

I text freestyle fire hail-storms & inextinguishable flows without pre-drafted outlines and backspacing.

And profusively, apparently... NO spell-checking.
it's really un-necessary.

Hue 0n Der stanz
X ZackleY Whut Eye'am SEY N !

Add in : the sample from Jay-Z....   "C R a Z Y !"

Wrecking emcees' unintentional nervous obfuscating.

I smell them defecating. < Nasty >  

Facing the direction of the solar flare heat- they're
tasting. Baking in the next communique
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i could finish (!) but, i'm tired of reaching my fingers up to the top of the keyboard. Plus. the number ain't really 'rhyming' !

Enjoy this slice of 'Pi' -

while the Earth's crust is getting   f l a k e y .

You're either 'ON' or 'OFF' the team.
NO.... iN-BEtween. Like the NBA...
recruiting later-year aged teens. Ballas.
They got steam. and Stamina.

A well-organized coalition of Marching Bands.
Can with-stand - the pressure-cooker of
the concrete-jungle block / theater.
The pressure of the clock
& the three-point shot -- blast-zone....
of my dynamic flamboyant iambic-pentameter.




" Sir . We've just recieved word -

They've landed the bird that brought in the
rounded-up members of EFi . "

Good .

Make them comfortable in the penthouse suite .

Give them something to drink .
Something vegan to eat .
Confiscate all on their cell phones,
laptops, tablets. Destroy the Apples .

Locate the file named ' Project Adam's First Atom ' .

Have the dee-jay cue-up...
'The National Anthem'. of all the nations .

Put them all in rotation .
and transmit over the modified fm sub-dimentional  
f r e q u e n c y .   Where's my Hennessey ?

It seems like I'm a dictator
when I'm pixelating my illustration .

Hail 'Flash Vader'.

Re-charge my phazers.
My whack emcee vocabulary re-calibrator .

Can you politely - with a measure of authority -
ask your wives & girlfriends to please remain standing behind the perimeter-denoting
carnary-colored tape .

It's for 'Caution'. I don't want to be blamed ( again ) for injuries caused by women who crushed-up against my concealed-carry - sharpened - shuriken .

Of course, I've been drinking again. What's the implication ? "I ain't trying to be fake wrestling"
is a line by Nameless Savage.

My partners are'nt average. As pollutants continue to ravish the planet; We institute an offensive forward attack mission ----- to gain an advantage .

Back from the near future .     S O LAR i Z E D.

i DONT APOLOGiZE . when I said it - I meant it .
Old School rules..... Here to represent this .

I pour more - pure ethanol alcohol into the groove. Consume the oxygen in the room to prepare for the doom of monsters that drool. As emcees shat in their fruit-o-looms. I do the job of the dismissed platoon.

My ego balloons as i enjoy the cartoon .



Drawn by a fan - from one of Jupiter's Moons .

i've been to the future and back . A borrowed Transformers Knapsack, Protein packs . A stack of un-redacted NASA certified Interstellar star maps .

Alot of help from & Shout-Out... S.T.E.M.

My 2nd generation edition
of the Antikythera Mechanism
is in pristine operating condition
and working with it's usual percision.

Calculating the positions of
7 celestials body and 39 frequencies .
Smell & taste the flourescent.
Cut my finger on the tip of the crescent -
in a moment of resting.
felt an injection of cosmic essence . intoxicating .

i'm maintaining a steady focus
on my current objective.

I must be effective .
I will not disappoint the collective .
The United Assembly of 14 planets threatened .

I m p l e m e n t : More Solar Energy .

Look over your shoulder.
that comet's not moving over .

It's telemetry . influenced -
by the outside forces of an unseen enemy .
another - as if we don't already got enough....

Threat to Humanity .

I have the data and recorded-video streams. Seeing is believing. i'll show you later on the wide-screen. i'm currently astra-projecting emceeing.

i.e.....   I'm Busy .

Sent me Penelope's Asteroid Buster....
with the anti-matter amplification
crystalized mineral, de-fragerizer clusters .

I'm operating on impulse thrusters .
There's only 43 percent power left in the solar cells
of the main starboard hyperion-propulsion thrusters .

" Hype Me Up, Hype Me Up... "   comes to mind .

My fate.... resides in the hands of the Lord .

When the sun's out - make hay.

When earth's satelite illuminates the night sky -
my shinobi are on the way.


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