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Wednesday, March 13, 2019

#ValuableScribble #OneTwoTree #123

LIPS OPEN THE DOORS, RICHARD *
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, March 13, 2019
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Closed minded people, integrated from head to toe, lipstick on a beautiful woman, rosebuds
Why the attraction to the lips? Observe the monkeys, the apes for the clues to erotic services
Naked apes are slightly different without all the hair, remnants left atop or hidden in crevices
Who you think you are, who you think you’re related to from the Past, of human remains is...

It’s not God my religious com-padres and com-madras who have the problem within, it’s y’all
Y’all are good and evil, it’s not your fault that y’all are conceived in or out of sin and created 1
From two we merge into one and don’t have any problem with that until the next rollin’ ball
You catch it, hit and kick it, you throw it, you headbutt it and we bury your bones, oh my son!

It’s bigger than bathing in bleach to get rid of the contents inside the 208 bones’ immersion
In a funeral pyre the dust left over is exactly the point of origin, from it we come, my only son
Daughters educated us, sisters prompted us and brought out the protector in the X-genome
Why it’s the Y-genome that causes the Earth Mother to animate the wobbling, ecliptic drone.

I pretended that you are important, more important than I but deep down I knew, I’m sacred
Without me, I don’t see or hear anything here and now or evermore, I’m the thing Itself’s Id
Drummed into my conscious mind, fighting for the right to live free of the overlords who kill
They’ve a view of the points of light in the black Void between me and a scam, you’re a shill!

All of the doors have been slammed shut, there are no locks, no keyholes, no handles to find
I had a professor or two in college who attempted to assault my 27 year old mind, they failed
Marx and Lenin studied The Word made flesh to dwell among us, queer nature of mankind
Light of ultraviolets and infrareds become all too human nature, hopeless idiots God’s killed.

by
r j j stephan, i * header of poem is the head/lips of a fav femme fatale of mine, Stevie Nicks
c. March 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST
{ drafted like a caveman up before dawn, listenin’ to #PokeSaladAnnie #TonyJoeWhite on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MCSsVvlj6YA }
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