by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 17, 2018
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Signification of nothing is probable at worst, yet I spend my PRIMATE time watchin’ God
Y’all will figure it all out before it’s too late, why you’re here, killer-ape program in the blood
A primate paradise in the middle of nowhere with nothing but cave wall etching scratches
Command this and that for the welfare of the herd or extinction is immanent, fate detaches.
As all of the dead who used to dream know well, this here’s the best you get from mighty God
Creator of everything that is composed of matter and the energy that fuels the genome blood
Fooling around making the species compound its ignorance with birth of morons and idiots
Dead Sea and a Book of The Dead to produce idiotic bones of moronic lives in fade-out skits.
Born of woman and buried in the mother of the things themselves, a herd of Mankind, God
After Earth becomes engulfed in an inevitable supernova, ridiculous animated AIDS blood
For the sake of your astounding genius of figuring out how to pay your bills, a self, at One
On your last breath, you’ll know you’ve festered in mediocrity, exceptional, it will be done!
Here and now is the way to see and hear, smell, taste and touch, open your mind to the feasts
Without the sunshine from the star we call sun, we have no point of staying alive, zero, none
Close your eyes now & then, it’s the same sight, same insight, same foresight of a #Me2-clone
A plethora of Nothingness without light or matter, soultrain of an aimless herd of wildebeest.
Before you or I will ever know it, it’ll all be over, the final curtain will be drawn with no finale
You get what you get and reap what you sow, straight furrows and green lawns of back yards
Trees from seeds, dirt and water, weeds mutated and caught on fire, CAMP’s successful torch
A genius government agent sets ignition on a plantation and causes #Wildfire blow of cards.
Play the ones you get dealt by the powers that be beyond our control, accidentally intentional
Roll the die, heroes and their mothers are just like the DNA and RNA of the cell, sensational
Without the mothers, the fathers do not push the faux-Nirvana’s chimpanzee bliss, K to 12’s
Extended logic and historical records prove the narrative is inconclusive, no Santa, no elves.
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r j j stephan, i
c. BLOVEMBER 17, 2018 AD @ 9:11 AM PST
{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to #IWasBornToLoveYou by Queen & ‘HITS’ https://youtu.be/Fna56a_r41s?list=RDFna56a_r41s }
W.W.A.R.D.??
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