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TIGHT FORCE, QUARK OF A 7th SON

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 14, 2019

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Above or below the convents of the deep, dead fish nibbling at a mission to Mars’ sea urchins

Moving around the coasts, up, down, north to south, in perpetual retrograde’s One mortal sin

What happened and what is happening and what will happen later today or tomorrow’s blaze

It will be what will be on this evolutionary globule of universal particulars, a psychotic phase.

Mission of the gods is endangered by the justification of being a zero on the Timeline image

To the left is the nugatory and to the right is the positron of atomic electrons and a neutron

Pedal to the metal for you on the narrow way, make an analogy and find the only Truth here

Breathe in and out, the gas’ risky mixture of earthen H2o, UV light’s On us, I dropped a dime.

Here’s a woodpecker and here is an astronaut who fly in and out of deep, gravitational graves

What they see is exactly what you get, nothing more nor less than all there is, every One of Us

Amazed at 4 fingers pointing back to oneself when you point the index at the Void’s empty pi

Blown horns, beaten drums, plucked nylon string theories on point, melody’s chorus is high.

An argument for failure at exploring the unknown Void outside Earth’s blue bubble of Zip

Nothing here to see, don’t even try to radiate your brainwaves of UV and Infrared, Skippy

Peanut butter and sweat out of the body of knowledge, suckin’ the wisdom into jam’s jelly

Air, wind, fire, heat, dirt, Earth are the essence of Stars, all of them and we’re all One, RIP.

On a mission to Uranus between Saturn and Neptune, mankind found the origin of rocks

Blown Hollywood stars of talkies and movies, cosmic joker of walkin’ & talkin’ on the block

Love me not is what the picked petals of the sunflower said, loud and clear, All’s OMG error

What is, what was and what will be, the things that move, then think and evolve Ego mohair.

Plants, animals, rocks that roll from mountains into the deep blue sea, minus H2O, a potato

Appearance of the forms is deceiving once the substance elevates or devolves, essence of zero

Nothing outside of the things of atoms, stuff of molecular animation in the matrix’ of fossils

God-Dog mankind decided a Queen Bee is the sacrosanct stooge of divinity, science of shills.

I sit quietly and unknown on the sandy beach in the darkness of the night, other side of Mars

Spun out in doughnut shaped elliptical revolution from the Original flavor of a nutty whore

It’s all inside my ionic substance and the recollection of that which Was, Is Poe’s #Nevermore

On a mission, formed into a philosophy of exploding gas, needled sheeple tattoos’ blue scars.

Slit and severed by swords and knives of the braves, warriors feared no crunched plant dope

Changed their fear of death into the carelessness of full bravado, extinction or life’s fake hope

OMG #tricky dream when a body becomes dead & buried, mind’s eyes survive, GD holy fuss

Red or white giants in dark decay, I collide, I am a One, a #Google, I’m the 7th son of Chaos.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, FREEZEMBER 14TH, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted in ignorance, being enlightened by #TheFutureOfSpaceExploration @ https://youtu.be/_i-zvbQ3p1g & listenin’ to #OldMan by #BestOfZZTop @ https://youtu.be/A3NHOVZe54Y }

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