CRUCIFICTION, IBM AND THE HANDS LEFT ON THE DECK @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

IBM CRUCIFIED, HANDS ON DECK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 4, 2018 _______________________________
| _anon_____XXXXXX___ymous____|

Which international business machines will bring Ends to apostasy’s rules of an engagement Lying about Earth’s position in the pantheon of Cosmic soup, Chicago Cubs’ gone home, sent Where is the place in Outer-Space, here on Earth from the Past’s presence or any future Time This Humanity conceived from gametes, miraculously survive gestation birth, I drop a dime.

If you happen to be born on the planet as either René Descartes or Buddah, you’re high above Where you and I get to read and share this One thought that we’re all joker-loner white doves Nobody’s outside of this planet’s atmosphere other than possible UFO’s that use light’s speed A dead man, Frederich Nietzsche opined on the Nature of a #Beast within, Adam’s evil seed

Overlook Truth, that #Religion charges humanity with sins, mortal, immortal, do unto you Your being, sense of Self, your bundle of memories is not only imaginary misery but divine Princes’ princesses born to queens and kings of gold buried in the star dirt, black and blue Earth, the planet, where life grows from the ground, what’s left of the burned out soul hole

Crying out loud or screaming your breath, your wind to the nothingness of being, vacuumed Pertaining to the day prior to your conception by your gamete donors, that’s the rub, Zoomed Magnified or miniaturized in minds of orphans and the destitute refuse of civilization, God is Dead only because God was not only never ANIMATED, never an ANIMAL but also, Void Is

I’m not the only one who believes Nothing but wait, I AM the only ONE, existence’s essence There is a Way down the middle path, I am on that road, you may or may not be, no worries Look away from your problems, world or personal and realize you’re gonna die too, any time Any day or night for any number of reasons, intentional or accidental malfunction into slime

An epic tale in the middle of the evolution of being creating the end of a star’s event horizon You’re bored to tears with your face’s mirrored image, getting wrinkled, sunken, all shrunken Inside your mind, where the recollection of the essence resides, the lion sleeps, hungry, God Species’ extinction’s under a magic carpet, sky cried God, mob justice ruled, I drag a hotrod

by rjj stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 4, 2018, Thursday @ 3:33 AM PS

{ drafted while listenin’ to The Brothers Osborne #PushinUpDaisies & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0 }

{ “I’d promise you forever if I could...I’d do it over and over again...We ain’t gittin’ outta this love alive! ‘til we’re pusshin’ up daisies baby!” -- The Brothers Osborne }

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