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MOTIVES, SPACE’S TIME TO AVOID*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, March 30, 2019

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You can’t tell when something is going to fail, it’s the nature of being alive down home, here

On the Earth, the dirt, black, red and gold lucky to be alive for a moment, all of this is Fear

Of being all alone in the middle of nowhere with nothing but an empty vacuum to ponder me

It is one of the facts of life, these quantum theories of everything are in the computer’s scree.

Come home when you’ve been away forever, it just won’t look the same in the cosmic rod

Complete spunk and funk coming out of seven holes in God’s face’s skull, a dead demi-god

Golden God, yes sir, be obedient to The Master, there’s only One Way for High-Tech stipends

Live alive and be dead in death, that is all you can do, all you will do, unless your dream ends.

If you look around or deep inside, it’s identical, within and without a head, we all gotta die

It doesn’t matter if you’ve been loved or if you’ve loved anybody or anything at all, souls fly

It’s either an empty conceptual analysis of the things ratcheting up my bloody hemorrhoid

Or it’s an incredible notion that all of these things themselves come from nothing but a Void.

The inferior needs the superior to compare the mirage, instant ghosts in every orgasm spurt

It is how the spirit enters into the genome’s spunk, to be or not to be extinct in wipe-out Dirt

Star dirt is the used-up, gas emissions of the black holes and white dwarves, ghostly coolers

Punk rock and classical overtures come in dead people’s suits on the hook, dead-god killers.

Didn’t ask for a kiss but you took one from me without permission, it was sweet, we, all good

After time and space were swept under the mat, decades rolled by, I died, you died, we all did

Once upon a time, twice, thrice, multiple times, NUKE war OTW, ad infinitum 5G ping-pong

Boys and girls taught to obey the law, press buttons on and off, pay the tax to bang the gong.

Army, Navy, Marine Corps, Air Force, Coast Guard and reserves of warriors defend this chit

Stand down and don’t defend yourself, see what happens tomorrow, actually, you won’t see it

Eyes won’t be wide open, the mind will not be bent to the pleasure and pain of being the Man

Hu-man being specially created or randomly evolved in a clap-trap, a star-kissed a tuna can.

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r j j stephan, i {*Header is a masterpiece of rock hard, human symbol of the ORIGINS!}

c. March 30th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to NewsRadio KFBK-1530AM the Richard Syrett spouting tantalizing broadcast, paranormal, conspiracy, #AI & whatever the Cosmos hacks into! Boom, link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/kfbk-fm-am-217/ }

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