#FlowingNorthToSouthToEastToWest #CantYouObserveReality ?

VEIL HIDING HOLY SCAT’s 1’s 0’S

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, July 6, 2019

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You may desire things and immortality and all that but you know it’s what you all get

A bag of bones searchin’ for the place to rest and pretend that back-chat is tête-à-tête

Marvelous and most precious are the gasps and deep breaths of the things we saved

Ones who don’t breathe the gassy air become one step beyond the grave, all too brave.

Roses of the garden along with the other dead flowers in the graveyard to undertake

208 bones from tip of toe to the top of the cross-boned skull, never again to be seen

Underground above the start dirt and overboard within the oceanic sea-salted dank

Spectral colors infrared to ultraviolet and super and sub sonic sound, lo-hi toe bank.

What you don’t know will not necessarily hurt you but it may shock you to feel It, hot bloods

From the sleeping midget or giant, even the sleeping perfect man and woman, fake demigods

Pertaining to the love and the survival skills of the ones who heard Truth through a grapevine

Dissecting conclusions of eclectic guesses of wise-men, nothing’s left underneath matrix skin.

X’s and O’s and Zeroes and Ones force the hand to move up/down, left/right, back-flip splat

Lost minds in the end have become lost due to their inability to extrapolate from bull’s scat

Which is flung like corned beef hash on Sunday morning after a long night sleepin’ by a fire

Once dawn opened sky to the red and blue, pure white and red clouds, symbolic funeral pyre.

Apes and men appear to not only have similar forms skeleton but also, they all think alike

In nobody’s trance from the US K-12 experience, not hypnotized by the day or week or year

Never can tell who tells you the truth and who lies to you because it could be everybody here

Inside chapel-temple’s house of worship where nothing lurks for you, boogie with bogyman!

Men cry sometimes at least some men do, some men never cry or they will curl up and all die

Like leaves separated from the branch of the tree, where the sap flows, we’re drones, dead on

It is what happened after the Big Bang if there ever was one that actually happened, come on

Everybody knows that monkeys caused this happening yet we forget about it, you, God’s eye.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 6th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted in the presence of a #CajunQueen listenin’ to a cornucopia of rock, start with Creedence Clearwater Revisited aka #Revival #BornOnTheBayou & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wIjUY3pjN8E }

#WWARD

#Diversity #TruthBeTold #GravitationalCollapse & #SingularityEventHorizons #DoubleSpeedOfLightWarp @HootieAndTheBlowfish

ON AN INFINITE BIG BANG’S UNIVERSAL BURDEN, SINGULAR QUANTUM AD INFINITUM, BLACKHOLES, DARKSTARS & THE EVENT HORIZON

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, July 5, 20

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Experts out of nowhere, neither in Space or out of Space, no Time or Space of God Am It

What It is is the Unknown, you may count on that as a premise to rejected dictionary chit

Which collapses your mind and my presence into the speck of being what It is, Eve’s atom

Nucleus which contains the consciousness of babies and old ladies who bury the old men.

Who and what is this thing itself, driving the professors wild with anticipation of an ending

Wondering why the equations of mathematical inequality of the vacuum of the Void O-ring

Event Horizon of Black Hole inside your own head, blind men of the Sun know the idiot role

Sucking feels good to the containers which devour the matter for function, to annihilate Soul.

Utter failure in the light of day and the void of the night, knowing the Earth just spins the dirt

Asteroid dust or an illusion of consciousness’ trick or treat to the being, the pretender of hurt

Nothing matters at the end of gravitational collapse, morals and ethics of humanity fade out

Back into a place that shrinks to no place, into thing that is no thing, no Space, my #Sinfinity.

Einstein and Springsteen could finish the Form and the Matter in a Rock Solid Life Fate

Nobody is getting out of this world, this pursuit of happiness in the middle of chaos’ sea

Will never end until the Void collapse before the repetition of the neutrons-electrons tea

Supernova right there in front of your eyes, neutron star weighing an infinite mass weight.

Body deteriorates, watch the corpses rot into the marrow of the holy bones, ashes to dust

It ain’t gold, it ain’t silver and it ain’t your mother’s kind of explaining her physics of lust

I really don’t mind and don’t care what you or anyone else on the planet thinks about It

Shed light on the darkness bears witness to the fade to black, Nothing is clear but #Black!

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 5th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while formulating an hypothetical formula to discover the meaning of the Unknown and your own father’s mustache & listenin’ to #HowLargeIsTheUniverse video on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2DXX-RczQ0 }

 F I N I S

sssssssssss INSPIRATIONAL SPACE BASED PLATFORM OF THIS AM sssssssssss

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/VISTA_(telescope)

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margaret_Lindsay_Huggins

Margaret Lindsay, Lady Huggins

Born 14 August 1848

Dublin, Ireland

Died 24 March 1915 (aged 67)

in London, England, GB

born Margaret Lindsay Murray, was an Irish-English scientific investigator and astronomer Along with her husband William Huggins she was a pioneer in the field of spectroscopy and co-wrote the Atlas of Representative Stellar Spectra (1899).

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henrietta_Swan_Leavitt

Henrietta Swan Leavitt

Born July 4, 1868

Lancaster, Massachusetts, U.S.

Died December 12, 1921 (aged 53)

Cambridge, Massachusetts, U.S.

Residence Cambridge, Massachusetts

Nationality American Citizenship United States Alma mater Radcliffe College, Oberlin College Known for #LeavittsLaw: the period–luminosity relationship for Cepheid variables Scientific career: Astronomy Institutions: Harvard University

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annie_Jump_Cannon

Annie Jump Cannon

Born December 11, 1863

Dover, Delaware, U.S.

Died April 13, 1941 (aged 77)

Cambridge, Massachusetts, U.S.

Nationality American Citizenship United States Alma mater Wellesley College, Wilmington Conference Academy, Radcliffe College Known for Stellar classification Awards Henry Draper Medal (1931) Scientific career Influences Sarah Frances Whiting, American physicist and astronomer

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#ItIsNotWhatItIs #YouMayNotBeHereNowOrAnytime #LetItSlide

CHANCE FORTUNATO & SONS *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 4, 2019

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Gloom’s doom has descended into #Chance in the city of angels, a #BugsBunny black & white

Maybe a little bit of bronze and gold left over from the melted iron ore dance, planetary flight

Believe the fossils are the dead and gone starburst’s memorabilia of the #BigBang, let’s dance

I lost my mind a while back in the SKOR so I don’t need to justify my service, my drafted 1A.

Boom, boom, boom so I escaped the ultimate damage, the terminal blight of an open mouth

Eatin’ the dirt and livin’ on the side streets where you can drop a deuce between Winnebagos

Not that you care but it’s hard to live with strangers by the railroad tracks, old bastards play

A freight train moving ten miles an hour, waitin’ for your hands to grab a hold and fly away.

In my humble opinion, the darkness will swallow all of the good, bad and ugly faces in doom

Gloom will finish the rest in the closet of bombs and UFO men, come on y’all, supreme divine

That’s all it is, we’all here for a few twists, wobbles and turns, punks sober or drunk on wine

Priests and hobos, presidents, kings and my God in heave, the Queens of the species’ groom.

Don’t shoot the messenger if you can’t handle the Truth, it ain’t my fault that this here is It

Ma and pa found out in about 80 or 90 years, give or take that it’s more like #Put & #Take

Nothing to do with prayers and salutations of the Void, Absolute absence of presence’s screw

In a nutshell or in the nuts’ DNA, the pointlessness is obvious only if y’all are my moody blue.

Over and out for Roger and Wilco because the wavelengths and frequencies have dissipated

Into the twilight zone’s ether where all men on this planet fear to go, there’s doom and gloom

All there is in the darkness of Outer Space, twisted outside a cracked mirror’s reflection is me

I am what it is and you and the rest are not going to die when it’s time for me to die, oh glee!

Finally, all alone again in the Ether whippin’ the star into photon shape, paid well #NotBeMe

Cause and effect of the prime First Cause is Absolute empty, atomless without nucleic acidity

Mythological method to fool all of the people all of the time only worked until today, Omega

In a rejection mode, exhaust fumes stayin’ in lit up without me, no phuqn doubt, I am Alpha!

by

r j j stephan, i { * @ChanceFortunato is a fictional alter-ego of yours truly, take a chance! }

c. 4 juillet 2019 Anno Domini; 07h11 - Heure normale du Pacifique

{ Parles-vous Francais? No? LOL, drafted while loopin’ The Rolling Stones #DoomAndGloom on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rPFGWVKXxm0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#LIBERTYfromTyranny #RollWithItBaby #SaturateBeforeUsing

ONLY SAY IT ONE TIME, TYRANT LIBERTY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Wednesday, July 3, 2019

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Black Hole victory is all It is, a hunk of burning Nothingness and I fought for the Mad Hatter

To be or not to be the Shakespearean-Bacon drivel from the olden days is not One’s cup o’ tea

It is the be all of the beings who animated bi-pedaling to and fro from home to work to a play

In a New York Minute, angels leftover from the Big Bang could disintegrate energy & matter.

Paradise inside of a mental configuration on a blank screen, like your dad’s projection screen

Showing you your life you could never remember because you were only in It to win it unseen

Cream of the crop’s DNA protruded from the anomalous mass, anonymously a USA born-son

Of men or mice evolved, random solar acid, we’re morally ethical deductions of pond scum.

Cosmic menudo dodo is not a bad thing to be, the alternative is absolutely a garbage air-lock

Never empty and always full of what it is to be me, you and everything else, matter’s damned

It is not my fault, do not stab the messenger because the drastic message is a hook for a man

Freedom, independent thought with no regard for anything but logic and reason, too human.

Perfection of the holy emptiness, just a final thought you and I will have, last gasp of air’s gas

Never look back because you’re out on a cliff without any steps left, north, south, east or west

On the ground, nowhere to go, all alone in emptiness, like mama’s womb, been there, done It

Anoint a king, a head of the herd, to rule deoxyribonucleic acid stardirt, holy ash of this pit.

Historical repetition of failure does not suffice to teach the DNA damaged genome, hopeless

A step or two from a random accident of heavenly bodies, exploding into smithereen bullets

Restless hearts and expecting souls keep the cream on top of the whitewater rapid eagle eye

Two wings spread above the stratosphere, all up for me, been a while but now, already gone!

In chains of Hercules with the key of Aphrodite in my secret attic where no stairs lead, all me

I’m already gone before you knew I was here in the first or second place, grandfathered to be

Reason and logic analyzed and metabolized within the bounds under flashing neon lights

Pitiful and down and out, nobody to help pull me up by the jock strap, lost all of the fights.

Lie to people, lay down in places in Space and get laid down by the undertaker’s mauling

Suckin’ fluids out instead of just covering in sackcloth or burlap and bury under an oak tree

Or dumping in the ocean or sea, left for the hungry fish to reincarnate the macrophage of me

Lately, Johnny the new kid in town has been elevated to the head of the gang, hopeless, see.

Many expressions of the senses to point to why we have the tears on our pepper grey beards

Abandoned or disappointed or both, grown zygotes gulping a big swallow of anti-viral glide

Blinded by sunlight I stared at when I was twelve, back desked & couldn’t see green boards

7-bridged philosopher, who did post & talk some shyte down at a full moon bitchin’ riverside.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 3rd, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM Mercredi

{ listenin’ to #SongForAdam JacksonBrown YT link @ https://youtu.be/FSmKhW2jUEM }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#HarderThanStone #RockTheRocks #DiamondsAreTrump

FACTOID IN A BRUISED REALM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 2, 2019

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Really? Attack me and my family? Well, now hear this whether you know it’s an order or not

You have no free will choice in any cosmic nor terrestrial matter, a substance of form’s robot

What moves and consumes itself with deep regard, respect for the species’ DNA in menudo

You can’t be seriously considering using logic to discover the source of human animal #dodo.

Extinction of the chromosomes is a sacred human right just check out the worship of gods

Good, bad or ugly, the morality is a byproduct of the ethical justification of mass-herd control

If the mighty herd begins to follow the leaders off of the cliff, they will plunge into scat-piles

Only if you’ve got common sense and can follow a bouncing ball, follow along with the lines...

Useful idiots and a clergy of morons who perpetuate the blind faith in getting alms from Poor

Huddles masses are generous with the daily bread even if you and I disagree, take it off shore

Hands dirty with grime from a concrete and steel cosmic wavelength of my dad’s frequency

In a holy hole where the peg was conceived and will be terminated, I think that’s all, so I cry.

I don’t want this to be all there is, priests, nuns, the teachers, my elders are all dead gone

Left with words on paper and stone, signs and signals from hands and feet, musical bones

We evolved 208 of them from metatarsal to supra-orbital ridge of my DNA skull, xy crisscross

Bled out the flow of effulgence inherited either from the H2O sea, or an alien from #TheBoss.

Here’s the lowdown as far as I have been able to conclude from the lack of full data on Earth

We sent astronauts who returned to confirm the FACT that gravity’s an illusionary phantasm

When you and I die, when anything alive on Earth dies, the end of the body is the end of Her

Not Him, He will remain as the Eternal Essence of Being a Black Hole Singularity cougher.

Femininity and masculinity are cultural mores indulged by the many to control the my bone

Homeless humans are the Few, humans with the homes are the Many, over here & over now

What this temporary vision of paradise reflects is the lost soul roaming in darkness’ ozone

#TrojanHorse makin’ Trojans and Spartans infect DNA, Helen Of Troy and ZEUS’ crossbow.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 2nd, 2019 A.D. Tuesday @ 9:11 AM PSt

{ drafted this good AM which is my Ma & Pa’s wedding anniversary celebrating my genomic conception on July, August, September, October & November 1950, my pops must have been shootin’ blanks #IMHO & ALSO this is one of my three baby sisters JoJo Stephan’s birthdate back in 1954 A.D. RIPS little sister! & listenin’ to some Steve Winwood #HigherLove & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5bcSoHoJh0c #ENJOYouMust! }

FINIS

@AC/DC - #SoulStripper @BBCTranscriptionServices & TWO SURPRISES FROM @BonScott

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Trinity #Duality & the #Singularity @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #HashtagThisSheet #FirstOfJuly2019AD #SelfRealization #ForgetAboutIt #HeadInTheQuickSand

SIDEWINDER TILTED MY WORLD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 1, 2019

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A little more pepper and salt on my la pomme de terre, I fell all over, your kiss turned me on

I know that it’s impossible to live with you forever but you’ve got every day I’ll be breathin’ in

Upside down and every which way but loose, like I’ve been from day one, sweet gold start me

Shade trees and honeysuckle down by the river, dusk to dawn in a tent by the elder elm tree.

After the towers fell down, we all had to communicate face to face with lies and factoid truth

It wasn’t easy but we looked into one another’s deep, colored eyes, feelings fell like Niagara sea

Waterfallin’ at the speed of light, ninety three million miles a minute for a soft and sweet face

Good night when ya know a good day’ll come in due time, a beauty’s smile, this side of space.

Inherited the ancestors habits and rituals, believe it or not, faith in the blind, holy night of Id

Internally and externally an orbit around a nucleotide, itty bitty piece of a picture of my Kid

The One y’all hang on tree trunks and pound the metal freed from the ground of this dirty dirt

All the genome’s DNA has to count on is #Asp honey and honeysuckle, to be the bee, #Flirt.

From flower to another without regard for anything but the pollen to reward little Queenie

Cadillacs and Lexi don’t matter much as long as you comply before you and the sky be free

Of the men and the rat pack that groom the nonsense out of the herds and packs of chitbags

All they do is consume and exhaust, bury the wasted gin and whiskey in oceans’ of Sea.

Before you get riled up, the in and out of this real estate, kiss the sky mine, Life’s a star noise

At 8, I had a glass of gram-pa's cellar keg of fine vino, #JellyBeanJoe from Brach's candy boys

Teaching from the teachers caught my attention and I followed the logic A to Z, a zero to nine

Honeybee right here darlin, we made the honeycomb right here and now, deep end of my line.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 1st, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to the fabulous song written by Songwriters: Rhett Akins / Ben Hayslip #HoneyBee lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/j9mTDDTDA5c }

 #Trinity #Duality #Singularity

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TearsIntoDryBones #Turnbuckles #TrueLove

WE CAME FROM THE IRON LION *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 30, 2019

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Enter this building up the concrete steps and become one with the hysterical dead cat fans

From the front to the back of the class just because you distracted the class, raisin’ my hands

Every day to clean the erasers and inhale the chalk called by the doctors, #Bronchitis, #omg

In any case, I lived to be ripe and nearly shrunk and shriveled up into a bag of ebony ex-G.

In the black light, the black turns white and white to black, it’s an ultraviolet, infrared hub

Of the men who made this what it is, the ones who died and left the incompetent, wise dove

The herd follows the loudest idiot to get ahead of the crowds social network, simple jacks

They are like the fruit ready for aliens to come and pick the ripe apples & drink these facts.

Drifting from thought to thought brings the last word, a feeling of guard down in blind trust

For the limited few and far between Louisiana, Mississippi and Northern California’s coast

Between the two, a final resting tomb ash, Monterey to Eureka, God’s a plummy #turnbuckle

Honeybee left me the sweet n’ sticky nectar of a queen’s comb, buzz crazy, sweet #honeysuckle.

Equation being whatever side equals the other side when there ain’t no side, there is only One

It is only the irreversibly irrational mind contained in origin’s species of mankind #omg fun

Never required or expected to be rational or logical in the middle of peace and quiet, in flight

Picking your battles for war, I got a contract with me, myself and I, #AllIn agreement to fight.

Wormholes, Black Holes, Holy Hehl matters to nobody alive or dead, this is all in your head

Baby dreams and fantastic relations with the species’ random samples of DNA, hot in the bed

All she wrote and all he could afford, the end becomes It’s present for grandfolks & this punk

Easy to rest in peace once heartbeats seize birds and the bees, goodnight, bon soir, iron funk!

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r j j stephan, i   *IT is the header.

c. June 30th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST #Time & #Space = #ThisIsIt #NothingMoreOrLess

{ #WeWillNotBeBannedByTheMinions ...drafted while listenin’ to some Steve Winwood #BackInTheHighLifeAgain & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Adw772km7PQ }

 WWARD

FINIS

#ItAintMyFaultEither #HangTen #LongStrangeTrippin' #ASLBoysRoundHereASL

BOY ‘ROUND HERE, #FB RIP RIVER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 30, 2019

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If the Word is not in the dictionary, don’t type it on the screen, it will be banned by the AI

It sounds like and looks like you’re being squelched by the powers that be but you’re not

You have no rights to type and add data to the FB venue-platform, owner of the monsters

Out of control typing #LoveSpeech and it’s opposite getting people of the Herd, mad as me.

But who cares, back to writing it down on the paper of dead trees and chemical composited

Nothing matters in the end anyway, I don’t care because it’s five o’clock somewhere, it’s time

On a permanent break from sundown ‘til dawn, don’t care if I’m hungover n’ cotton-mouthed

Tryin’ to whistle and sing it all away from the insanity in my brain’s mind, JackDaniel'S it is!

Not in the movies or on the TV or the Marconi and it appears that the page we see is not here

It stumbles into the dream officially into a Black Hole of metrics to avoid the laws of the suits

Trouble on seven continents is apparently caused by the postings on cyberspace, words steer

Poor huddled masses after a round of reality, then bones in a hole, Kryptonite to dusty boots.

Water pumps and air pumps of the gas, the liquid and the solids for no reason other than One

Pray on your knees, hands folded or not at all, just cursin’ to the four winds and a job of con

Believe me and have faith that I wouldn’t lie but it might be that I’m wrong, I think I’m right

Way of warriors, innocent imbeciles and all fertilized zygotes, armed species’ naked ape fight.

It really never matters if you live for a second or a century, ashes to ashes, dust to dusty ash

Recycled blown starstuff because of a collosel big bang of unprecedented proportions, clearly

Not to force blind faith belief on anyone but the faithlessness of Man is all of Nothing’s cache

Never mattered what the tribe leader claimed to be true, doesn’t matter now but now you see.

Mothers, fathers, teachers & brothers of ethical behavior of the #FUBAR equals light squared

They all die sooner or later, I’ll die, you’ll die, we’ll all die but it means little or less than zeroes

You will go nowhere but underground or into the ash dissolution in air or in scrolls of apedead

Fish and snakes eaten by eagles will evolve the recycled ash of One soul, way too human heroes.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 30, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted AFTER the previous poem I just posted on FB was DELETED & inaccessable? I did NOT print the jam so I have no idea what I wrote, therefore I will recommend, moronic #BOTS are in charge of the venue, #chill }

W.W.A.R.D. ?