SHE LIKES #SMITH-WESSON LOVE
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 17, 2019
Function of shy calculus and the history of civilization are products of chambering one dud
This Earth was a star and now it’s on the way to it’s holy finale, supernova of crimson blood
Flesh and bone and the ugly bad guys, pretty good blockheads disintegrate to the rock bottom
It is black because there is no light to see, to shine on the things to see them, to devour them.
A perfect division of the things between the good and the evil is the imagination’s illusion
Fearing to become the evil is a desperate struggle for survival of the good slave cylinder car
Animated the essence of the plasma coming from exploding neutrons in a rabbit hole’s sun
Vacuumed abyss all inside of your mind with nothing outside of you, the thing itself you are.
You may be the punk that your father raised you to be, tellin you that you needed the power
To defend the muscles and bones that keep you little mind in a tizzy, you never can tell boy
Bad things coming out of nowhere if you’re not looking for a second, just to bring you down
Used to be the food but now it’s just against the morality commandment rules, got it Brown?
If you ain’t totally black and I don’t mean bronze, absolute zero of any color, I’m albino white
Pink eyes like scurrying weirdos gatherin’ dust/crumbs fallin’ from being made in the shade
Every-man grown into war’s boys with an ego or superego, incompatible with the end of life
Wanting to leave nothing behind, alone ant at one, the Id warrior’s twelve slices of the blade
Layin’ it down here and now, you either survive a long time or you don’t, it’s all about Gold
It may be buried or safe in a locked chest of treasure but one thing for certain, it is all a God
With gold we exist and without it, Terra Ferma is whatever it was before you and I birthed it
Made it up out of the empty mind of surviving well, too much Time on hand, mischief’s chit.
So, if you want to get to heaven once your breath ceases, immerse the words you get a hold on
Deep down into your self where you’ll be every night when you are asleep, in the dead end too
Do not need the body or the brain to have a mindful consciousness which sucks plasma suns
Moving, animated to nudge the linear and complex to become the flower of the seeds’ screw.
Intentions are ripe, reptile fears from the amoeba and a snake brain in a naked ape war-fight
From nothing or from a specially ‘kin-created’ mass of energy, germ delivery form of storks
Cut nerves between the protein molecules, Nothing happens before garden apple snake bite
Billions of particles squirted on me, a egg-thing itself, flower power in me, all neuron quarks.
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r j j stephan, i *Dedicated to my father on Earth, RIP #AlbertRichardStephan Usnavy who wanted me to join USNavySEALs.com; got delirious and joined the USAF 1971-1975 just for #ChitUndGiggles! }
c. Wednesday, July 17th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Zztop #TubeSnakeBoogie & HITS on youTube link rockin’ with a #LoadedChamber y’all enjoy now ya hear? @ https://youtu.be/i5_lpQqfiy8 }
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