#OilOfAphrodite #CosmicDebris cures your asthma too! @DoobieBrothers take ya to #ChinaGrove

WARP JUPITER & QUASAR@M87 *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 27, 2019

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#NeverForget your star’s watts #SuperNova, cosmic dust, charged so significant, straight up

Inside of a #BlackHole, I collapsed a Hydrogen bomb, 5,3 Yatowatts of cosmic goop, dear sir

Nothing could be further from my mind in the morning for my size #10 combat boot seal fur

Submerged my consciousness into NYC union concrete & steel, 200 kilo-deep end soda pop.

In a New York minute, it all came down, out like a light, supernova eclipsed my orbit, friend

Dreamed that the astronomical wisdom would explain the empty, blind faith’s survival blend

Northern or Easterly, the wobble and spin of the territory Alexander the Great just left to me

From his father, Phil of Macedonia, life’s death visited every skull, star-dust is danger debris.

Hard to believe the incredible, unbelievable but be that as it may, the nuns forced the hunt

Feeding the hunger to know the reason for being alive here and now, in a matrix of occult sin

Responsible for being innocent at the origin and the infinite, invisible destination’s existence

Inside my brain, out of my mind, out of the Earth’s influence, football’s are for feet to punt.

Shredded the frets of the axes and wobbled the revolutionary orbit, descended in #FakeNews

Never to ascend again out of mire and the muck, in your and my field of dreaming the #Blues

Ordinary giants and midgets, macrocosm and microcosm of the Nucleus of the Singularity Id

Event Horizon sucks my Space back to Nothing you can avoid, God-damned, cosmic Jupiter.

Planet melts, disintegrates into It, consumed by Nothing, on Earth with the monsters’ hunger

For the flesh and bone that doesn’t know the danger of being eaten by savage teeth, disaster

End Jupiter’s dream, humanity’s local asteroids, end of days to supernova black hole plays

Black hole Cassiopeia’s gamma ray burst, a comet, Issac’s and Albert’s great escape, today’s!

Angular momentum becomes the acceleration I needed to approach the speed of light’s state

Invisible to the measurements of tools of the organism, unknown sights seen is what you get

Environmentally in the center’s violent universe, x-rays become what magic animates the pet

My fault’s the fault of those who began this #Fall above & below the nature of this checkmate!

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r j j stephan, i *header is a 9-11 lucky shot #ConvectionDustDevils

c. April 27, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to the “Space Discovery Documentary” #CleanOffSolarPanelsDustDevils #MostPowerfulForcesInTheUniverse link @ https://youtu.be/u_xu6OP8uGI }

W.W.A.R.D.?

@Prince & @Beyoncé Medley

 W.W.A.R.D.?

@DeborahStephan @DavidStephan @Prince - #SometimesItSnowsInApril #LiveAtWebsterHall

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#Validity #Logic #Reason #Nonsense #EverybodyWasKungFuFighting #CloGreen (version)

OFFENSIVE, DEFENSIVE KICKS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 26, 2019

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It’s not goin’ to be popular with the educated elite and the pompous #GooGooDoll blows

But and that is a very big but, someone is the catalyst for the sapiens cave-monkeys to shine

Vaccinated and immunized from the viral infections and bacterial clones, all yours n’ mine

Exact, nearly identical DNA to the first One’s code out of the blackest swirl of crooked rows.

In the caves of Kentucky and down under and over there, it winds up chewed-up eagle spit

Spittin’ image of me, the blow job, makes no sense, pleasure/business, but why, oh puppet

Nobody knows why, first man, first woman, last baby, nobody in between, let us just split

A hole in this world is really just a word in a song, it’s not really true, I’m on a bully pulpit.

I used to fight about being right, now I just know other people haven’t become priveleged yet

To the data byte information available to everyone on Earth, poor, priveleged alike, let’s jet

Anger and disappointment will disappear into thin air within a century, therefore phuq-hit

Keep your eyes on the prize because it’s there until you masticate it into golden grain chit.

Punks from the block’s corners all so old their grandkids hid them away in a new, old place

To house mankind’s wasted, elderly, of sound mind and body or not, out of style, a bitch slap

Upside the head by your mama or your brother ‘cause your papa never showed his holy face

Could have been the butcher or the baker or the policeman but it wasn’t, just a #BangersRap.

So, here and now, I am in the middle of the arrangement someone else set up before I came

Nothing will change things and even if I try, whatever will be will be, it’s a set deal, end game

Hidden, lying eyes and the naive, ignorant eyes all go to the same place’s ends, an emtpy void

I expect the game to end since I’m a player, playin’ and I will be standin’ ready, I am a droid.

No breath or heartbeat, no thoughts or erratic behavior, no logic and reason, such a tragedy

Lately up until the present time, the spin of the philosophy was that of the sceptical comedy

Unshared with my human family although available in the unlit caves of hidden #RiisPark

We looked forever until we found each other, look at us now, up all night, still in the dark.

All of the self defense is useless since there are no threats other than the last breath coming

When it’s gone, that’s it, caput and if there’s something else like the blind faiths suppose

I’ll take my medecine and be glad for everyone who believed in the blind faith, only One

It’s my soul, if there is one inside of this body, this spirit is my own, #WastedTime’s no fun.

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r j j stephan, i #AskMeNoQuestionsAndIWillTellYouLiesAnyways

c. April 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:20 PM #FourTwenty

{ drafted while listenin’ to the Eagles #VictimOfLove & HITS LIVE Staples Center in 1999 youTube link @ https://youtu.be/IClFtuFlgPw }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HelloSunshine #TheBoss new single, git git!

W.W.A.R.D.?

Beach Boys - I can hear music 1969

W.W.A.R.D.?

Last Good Time In Town - @TheEagles

W.W.A.R.D.?

@RunawayJune - #BuyMyOwnDrinks (Live)

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OracleAtDelphi #Philosophia & #YoMama #HatersAreIndeedMorons

FUNK IN FAKE COSMIC SOUP *

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 25, 2019
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Well and good, ill and evil, either way or neither way, chickens peckin’ to kill the bull

Being the hen-pecked rooster who crows out loud in the silent night of the Pinochle

The rest of the day is for walkin’ and peckin’ and huntin’ for the gods in a chariot

Hidden in the yolk of each of their hatched eggs, the DNA of the moron and idiot.

OMG, hidden texts that change the minds of the ignorant and deceived in #MoronMush

Gravel, rocks, stones and pebbles move the boulder from the cave, give it an itty-bity push

With blinded eyes wide open, fired leaves burn the shadow invisible to our ancient history

Fine with me, you are slim, #GoogleIt #Coachella extinction’s immanent, he’s she, she’s he.

Can you hear the morning sirens, the helicopters propellers and propulsion’s divine noise

Reversing gravity’s power, exceptional idea on defying the authority of a pull, keepin’ poise

Deadbeat dead heads in conjunction with naked apes burnin’ Chokecherry Canyon incense

Impudent and aligned with my Evil Genius in a free-hand masquerade, Cartesian conscience.

Lifted from a war zone, above and below the historical idiots, #Silence, drink #FruitOfVines

Are you feelin’ me now, being so fit for survival, armed with sharp, holy swords and sheaths

Even if you are dead and gone from a consciousness of a divine being host of Life’s last breath

Fear the hashashins knives, fruity heart, to the head, grapevine hands, swallowing my wines.

Knowledge, wisdom are the power along with the Charity of Blind Faith and Blind Fortune

To be or not to be is NOT ‘The Question’ but it is the answer to the wobbles revolution, son

Mother of all bombs dancin’ to the overture of your worst nightmare and best idiot illusion

Flush down the spit with the holy water, in the wishing well of your mama’s womb, in scum.

I am not the creator of the images you receive within your finite cranium, just the messenger

Appropriated the words and thoughts of my teachers and writers of the philosophy of Thor

Gods who moved when they should have remained at rest for eternity, but why? It is done!

Consciences of a Nation, Galaxy and a Cosmos, asleep in a mother-lode, an #effin fake-drone.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is the Grateful Dead colored-bone icon from an LP/CD

c. April 25, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to a surprise for all of us on youTube link #ENDS Everlast @ https://youtu.be/MjiMqeD-lrs #DontBeAHaterYouMoron #IfTheSlipperFits }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#tVoid #Carnivores & #Herbivores & #Omnivores

TOOLS, WEAPONS, HOMO ERECTUS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 24, 2019

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Your guess is as good as mine, evolutionary Earth wobbles, orbits and ad infinitum repitition

Happened one and nine tenths million years ago, early man was a trapper, for food and fur

Tools of bone and trophies of the anima skulls aligned on the cave wall’s ledge of dirty gold

Prey killed might be you except for your ingenuity, kill or be killed for two million years, sold.

A theory left by the evidence buried underground and through signs scratched into cave walls

Fire and the ice left over when it’s gone forever are the blocks used to let me get here to write

About blown covers, misaligned intent to do what thou wilt, disfigured my 208 bones’ space

Menudo of Homo Habilis and Homo Erectus become what we are, these Homo Sapiens’ guts.

Cooked food, digests quicker than the raw junk of death’s leftovers, fat guts and fire create us

Lookin’ for trouble after existence has terminated, finding it, a socially accepted happy space

Extinction of all species, ours and all species animated or endangered is immanent, in Time

Into a black hole and I mean deeply, past the Event Horizon, mind distortion to the sun sign.

Pretending that moderation is enough to succeed at surviving is the death of you and yours

Perfection’s imperfection is that it is allowed to exist inside of an ignoramus or a gym rat

Primitive or modern, great white apes mutated from the chimp into a human-divine blood

Indeed, anthropological and historical records carbon dated, yields stupid, killer apes of God.

Run and hide from the things that are hungry enough to want to smell your blood, to eat you

Burying the bones after burning the fleshly organic matter that keeps the thing alive, moving

It is what we know well, how to hide the deceased, to provide protection from scavenger teeth

Explosion of your genes from your ancestors and on to your descendants, you civilized seat!

Earth and other planets revolve about the nuclear star, Father sun, for the love of the group

No other higher reason for the 93 million mile trip every year on Earth, nuggets of mama

Round, not square, tribe killers of the good, bad and ugly species’ forms of every kind, anima

Eating humans, breaking bad boys and good girls, hunters of man drank all of cosmic soup.

Underwater and underground, from the beaches to the top and bottom of a hot cosmic stew

Citizens who have been protected from the Truth will never find It, It is hidden in the light

Fascinated with the points, the lines, the figures and shapes, the colors from red to blues

Dead and buried, the Truth is out there, in here, it loosens the chains, I’m Nothing to fight.

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r j j stephan, i { *Sculpture of the header is #TheKiss by @AugusteRodin, 1889 A.D. }

c. April 24, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while in random-stasis, listenin’ to #TheHistoryOfEarth on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RQm6N60bneo }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RareEarth #LocomotionCommotionCollision #CollusionDelusion #EaglesLegacy

AGNOSTIC, HOLY, BLUE HOLE, #YO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 23, 2019

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Vegetables and love will not keep you alive without the supplemental vitamin D & E sins

To continue to reproduce the same kind of beings, human genome DNA bleeds origins

Only One to the many, the myriad of central peripherals headed to new kid jungle-lands

Here and now angered into a collusion with the friends of my enemies I never, ever knew.

More than one cloud hovered over the anointed temple but no rain ever came, cubed ice

Rolling the rocks off of the cliff and watching them bounce down below with #NoWayOut

Grounded in a subterranean paradise with the company a holy hermit would die for, twice

Starving and never quenched by swallowing the spit of DNA trusted, It taught me to pout.

Don’t ask your father, he ain’t there, don’t ask your mama, she ain’t there, don’t ever ask me!

Choices you’ve made brought you here and now lookin’ for the end of the line’s sorrow spree

Killed the fear of the anger with pure love and compassion for the ones I shared the air fizz

Everybody, good, bad, ugly, living, dead or yet to be, all DNA collides, It’s ad infinitum bliss.

Bridges built to move on the grounded foundation, above as below incarnated, miniaturized

Time and Space appeared out of nowhere for no reason other than the rationale rationalized

Making the innocent, the unprotected and the weak, feel comfortable inside a mortal head

Peek outside the box to the outer limits of the twilight zone, It is there, revving up the dead.

Beginning at the moment of conception, without a name for the skin and bones, I am still one

Only one way back when the intrusion of the gamete into the Easter egg becomes like me, fun

You asked for it or maybe you didn’t but lost it, out of self control, One moved, of burnt blood

Named after your father, you’re junior or Sonny and I’m not laughin’ used up the good mood.

Magic spell incantation to get me through the darkness of the hallway between here and now

Pleading with myself to wake up and smell the coffee, perked a pot by six, hot-glass fog-glow

Something new or nothing in particular is just a matter of the Cause and Effect of Void bliss

Singularity and an Event Horizon are First Cause and Final Effect, now Yoyo, gimme a kiss!

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the Eagles #SevenBridgesRoad #PeacefulEasyFeeling & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NjofshOBV5s }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#GuiltyConscienceofTheNation #BubonicPlagueUFO #DevilsBible #Catecombs #ExpertInEvilLive #ScienceOfScribes #ExorciseThis

@RunawayJune

FLOCKS FLEECED, KISS THIS YOU...

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 22, 2019

ssssssssssssssssssssHolyScatsssssssssssssssssssssss

Sure I’m a creepy kinda meme but just for the record, it’s sufficiently necessary lady and gent

Lady realms to be lived and died within, undercover skin and bone, One mind on a red cent

Puckered up for theoretical morality, Time’s in or out, holy sheets, anarchists’ fist of fears

Uglier than Bad and Good not just a rooster-struttin’ Singularity but #DickWords in boxers.

Always, sometimes and often or maybe never, ever while I’m alive, explain the Void above

Down to the core of the planetary matter where remnants of hot Earth burn like a spirit/dove

Completed the substitute for the unknown, the factor of x being whatever I am not, the Void

Nothing to see here, I am not a teacher, just a bulldog, creator-son of an immigrant android.

In the Parochial mode of being a boy, a man, a good one who is trained by avoidance of guilt

To be Good-Evil is a Free Choice of the Free Mind within, inherited via DNA inter-court silt

On a burned out rock, a living form of life from another place in Time-Space’s data dumped

In the beginning, stolen kiss or magnetic, mutual attraction to the holy tingle we trumped.

Meaning and the intent to manipulate the forms in this matrix is all you have, gold is lead

Nothing but an empty mind and a debunked theory of consciousness left to gestate, swallow

It’s hard to do but if you just pucker up and close your eyes just before you grab Archie’s head

Never to see the freckles or smell the bad breath, eternal high school guy, dreamin’ I’m dead.

Paying off Karma I’ve owed since the fifteen other times I’ve lived and died on a spidery web

Confronted with others, not brothers or sisters of same movement in the bloody, #alt hubbub

Kissin’ and makin’ up by makin’ out, gettin’ made in a flock of a herd, like a gang on the block

Dragged down from innocence, being an orphan from starlight, there’s an idiot in every flock.

Key to the lock is to forget why you were conceived and born to the #HereAndNow, just Be

Like exactly nothing more than anything else since you are all that it is, you’re the enchilada

In a black hole or at the event horizon on the speed of light way to a singularity, so what the...

You can kiss It goodbye when the lights go out, One thing left to do, kiss This, more whiskey!

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 22, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ ... listenin’ to Aaron Tippin Moments on youTube #KissThis #MeAndYouWereThrough #Goodbye in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gaVnU6yHwSI }

 W.W.A.R.D. ?

#God #Holly #Holy #Hole #Ho #H2 #Fear #Sorrow #Loathing #SacredLove #Bollywood #Hollywood #HolyWorld #BlackHoles #WhiteDwarves

#HolyCowHydrogen

HE AROSE FROM DEAD ANGEL SEX

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 21, 2019

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No juice for the thirsty and no blood left to flow in veins or streams or rivers to seven seas

What is the Holy gold for the wasted radiation of the lead and plutonium, the suns of fleas

Atomic and nuclear reactions to compression’s gravitational collapse, free-masonic rocks

Queens in need of a temple for worship of the Void’s nothingness, oil, holy underground.

Speed of light is faster than an eye blink, becoming ignorantly enlightened with wisdom

From the future time to the past time in Space’s void matrix, you and I become this One

Think of the thing dreaming before you awaken and then opening your three eyes, widely

To know the Truth of this dream within A Dream is to become alienated from the Hostess.

Neither Cupcakes, Snowballs or Twinkies will kill you if you eat them before you die, DUH!

Murder is nothing but annihilating your own essence of being, your ego and hot rod’s bonfire

What moves the thing you call your body of bones is a manifestation of a singular, divine idea

To lie down flat on your back and drop into an eternal coma, for the good, bad and the uglier.

Alright to eat the C6H12O6 designed into eggs, chicks’ peeps, malted cow milk balls’ plastics

Way to high and dry to become enlightened with the grace left over to my minions & spastics

Ones without parents or significant others, in a military herd of killers who protect Liberty

Slavery of bones that move when ordered, to manipulate thoughts and matter, is AOK I see.

I’m not what you see or who you hear or who you think I was tomorrow, mind bent backward

What I am is a thing, like other things, first I was not here, now I am and one day, I won’t be

That’s all, no angels in heaven, no satanic drones in #Hades or purgatorial purge, no dad, ma

Why didn’t you say it, didn’t want to ruin the trip, so innocent and tender, Oh My God, dear!

Let me get this straight, I won’t see any of the dead I knew in heaven or hell? There is none

Therefore, the purpose for living life here on Earth is an accident of fortune and Void space

Nothing personal to it, no punishment for crimes committed, guilty or innocent, Bliss’ ace

Sorting the Good from the Evil and siding with one or the other, it’s the Way, a winged One.

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Subsequently, a dead man’s tomb, Stone rolled away, be blinded by light, see E=mC2 ! }

*drafted while watchin’ ROFLing, listenin’ to #MontyPythonsHolyGrail on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GDT2YOg8WSQ }

 #NoHolySorrowInTheWorldTomorrow

W.W.A.R.D.?