#WokeUpThisMorning #Sopranos #GotYourselfSomeRightAndWrong #BornUnderABadSign #BlueMoonInYourEye

COVERED, SQUARED OR CUBED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 7, 2019

------------- #WokeThisAm ------------

It is the living proof that we are a result of a miraculous Big Bang event, little rascals

No place in space that I’d rather be than right here & now, love it to hell, all hard sells

It’s where it is, right below our feet, an historical graveyard of First & Last epic Causes

From the get go, right out of the gate, out of nowhere a lady came & whispered, “Dez.”

Hot flames and frozen tundra of burned out cinder, from a White Dwarves or Red Giants

No need for language since there is no culture or civilization in the origin of man’s Time

Since Time is a management tool for the efficiency experts and a globalist economy wonk

Puritanical, atheistic hedonist and that which I am, an agnostic hangin’ in for the counts.

I’m a man, what about you? You may be a with or without the power of wisdom of a #Thug

Examining the evidence of the previous incarnation of the #CookieMonster & #MothersMilk

She always knew how to treat the dummies, hi dee ho, fe fi fo fum, English-Irishman red silk

With or without you, nothing matters, corpus delicti is no myth, silk, slick as slime on a slug.

Cards all dealt the deck of 80, aces, tens higher than kings, queens and one eyed jacks, hike

Bull frogs are croakin’ now, the full moon is risin’ from the east, Earth rolls royces, busy body

If you think that you’re more clever than the magician who plays you and steals your psyche

A change of numbers on a timeline from zero to the right positive and to the left it’s nugatory.

Upward where nine miles high will get you extinguished or at least vanquished beyond a bust

Nothing walking, crawling, burrowing, flying or swimming but I got fortunate son wanderlust

Cosmic light and infrared sound form the quality of the minute quantity we’ve gleaned off US

Murder, hot-blooded self-defense against a threat’s clear and present danger, sky of sea blues

The wounds don’t hurt once they’re healed but they all need a psychological reliever, it grows

Until there’s nothing left to learn about being hurt, riddled with ups and downs of love flows

From the infancy of your bones and mind to the fine-tuned machine you’ve primed for karma

As if it’s true, squared & cubed #FakeNews flies on the Mason-Dixon, old Mississippi mama.

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r j j stephan, i

c. SAMEDHI, FREEZEMBER 7TH, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 PM PST #PearlHarbor78Since41

{ drafted while jammin’ to #Nazareth HITS like #NowYouMessinWithASOB on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qQO-Cb3SiW8 }

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#Alpha #Omega #You & #Me @USA #USA #Flubbergasted

----------------- God used up all of the #Flubber ----------------

BROKE 77 YEARS, BISHOPS OF SCAT

by

RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 7, 2019

------ #OpenWide #mmmmmmmm ------

If and only if there is an unconditional, categorical imperative then there will be a clean break

There’s a reason why the empty skull has so many holes in the form of the bone, land’s sake

It’s all been broken since day One, the first day of the eternal, somnambulistic travesty, a tax

On your breath, your consciousness, your health, your happiness on the planet’s random fax.

Nothing was ever meant to be, it just happened out of thin air, no Word other than the Words

Many more than One left to mix up the thoughts in the tiny apeish brains of butt-naked herds

Everything was broken millenia before we’s conceived, same for you, it ain’t no joke this strife

Now and then, like right now this very second, you’re deep asleep in a dream of life, by a wife.

Thinking before there’s even a scintilla of a chance that you’ll be an enlightened corpus delicti

Blind faith breakin’ down your will to survive here and now, on the planet of rock & roll high

Through the muck and mire of the orphanages and parishes of the baby boys and girls, we go

Finality of the annual repetition of the seasons four, Winter to Fall, it all ebbs and flows Egos.

Your mother and father didn’t know so they could not repeat the mantra of the holy Ones’ Ga

Inside the deep, way, way down where there’s no light at all, devoid thing, what it is Ma & Pa?

I ain’t jokin’ it really looked to me like everything was broken ‘til I realized that it ain’t #shat

So, like my daddy used to say, “Then don’t fix it!  It ain’t broke, it has always been like #scat!” 

I just report the facts as they appear on screens in front of my eyes, I am not your daddy pods

An automaton repeater of #Whitey drivel drafted by a linguistic anomaly, idiot grunts of apes

Naked or with full bodies of hair growth obscuring the humanity and god-like, wo-man rapes

Broke heads, bleeding hearts, ate brains for power, deep breath, dog-Godmothers’ o’ Suckers!

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r j j  stephan, i    *RIP sailors, marines, soldiers and airmen who gave it ALL!  Salute!

c.  Semedhi, FEEZEMBER the 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM  #NeverForgetDecember7th1941

{ drafted on the anniversary of #PearlHarborWWII & listenin’ to Bob Dylan #NeverMeantToBeSpoken #EverythingIsBroken again, ad infinitum on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ev-Ru1QpTqU  & link to #PearlHarbor on youTube link @  https://www.doi.gov/video/remembering-pearl-harbor }

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#HashtagYoMama #TheShallows #HereWeGoAgain #MrsJonesThing #LetItGoNow

ALL ABOUT IT, INDEED, SHALLOW

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 6, 2019

-------------- #ACTING -------------

A moment or two following the final gasp of nitro-oxy-hydro, the nagging Ma deserted me

She was rough but she was always ready to grab my hand, my arm or even my hair to drag

From point A to point B and wherever else she could go on a bus to nowhere, on the street

Backstreets were on the dark side of town, fine for the evening between dusk & first dawn.

Here’s what you don’t know, that everybody is a baby grown to be scared, fear unknown chit

Things without names, amorphous beings between the stratosphere and the lunarsphere up

On down to the ground of ‘mindful’ being without atoms of material bodies, nothing in a cup

What is the matter? Nothing. I’ve said it Time and time again ad infinitum, didn’t stutter it.

Blended in as mother and father did from a holy matrix, test tube of microscopic germ anima

Open door to an open mine of golden rocks, silver gems of the Big Bang’s leftover bull’s scata

Perfect harmony with bells, harps and horns, rang, twang and blown to #fake kingdom come

Eyes all wide open or blinded by the ultraviolet and infrared light, insight is out of sight, um.

You nor I can take any of this with us on the way from life to death, we will all hide the stench

Of deteriorating meat on 208 bones, not eaten by carnivorous cannibals, at six feet no wrench

Stunk to high heaven between Earth and Mars, an asteroid belt sucks it in like cotton candy

Wasted nights and days of the historical humanity we inherited, just sugar for the gods’ tea.

In recovery from being an addicted hairaholic, I require every gasp I can steal from holy hell

This cannot be all there is right? My father is flippin’ in his casket right now, angel winged pa

Mothers’ all smilin’ because the messenger’s the same as the message, son of god cannot spell

She’s the One I’ve copied DNA from and can never get back to copy, She hosted me, OMGaGa!

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r j j stephan, i

c. 03h33 PST le 6 décembre 2019 Anno Domini

{ Drafted near an open window in my bunker below the Mason-Dixon line, as above it, so below it, listenin’ to the shows before the matrix’ link @ https://youtu.be/WI3F9RKSAQY }

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#ImYoPusherman #MoveOnUpToYourDestination #BackToTheWorld #LiveAtMontreaux

GAMMA-RAY RED, CAUSED DUSTY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 5, 2019

-------------- #MoveOnUpNow -------------

Singularity’s warping stream of exploding hydrogen, event horizon’s point of no return above

Perennial ignorance due to a fatal flaw of DNA, no mechanism provided to detect a fake glove

That covers the hand & fingers of the One, spun a radical #GrandTackHypothesis’ perfect fit

No defense for the decaying of space dust, a most startling revelation, retrograded, spin of It.

Gas giants grow like an ovum grows, from a microscopic explosion, special relativity collapse

Synchronized orbits achieve resonance in the fabric of Space, evolving through Ego’s Id face

Interdimensional oscillation of the pendulums out of phase with simple majority who rule It

All in perfect synchronization eventually, as the moments move from now to infinity’s seat.

You and I’ve been lucky for many moons, we’ve gotten away with proverbial murder-mayhem

Evidence of guilt, collected and disintegrated into elementary ash, it’s what we are, moonmen

Saga of the origin of species we are rockin’ the previous, now extinct DNA soul, a cosmic slob

#51Pegasis and stars 3,700 exoplanets, #JupiterClass #HotJupiters of your mothers’, #Man.

Plutonic catastrophe, Uranus and Neptune caused/obscured by a #LateHeavyBombardments

But it’s all a mental construct of the chosen few who worry about nothing they’ll experience

Future Fate holds it All, cosmic slop of the unknown today, apocalyptic epic nudged to bone

Less than one hundred years away from the drastic change that leaves an etched headstone.

There’s no substitute for red or blue, what these colors represent is the wavelengths of God

The light from the star burning nearest to us that we call the Sun, that is our God, that’s All

Without it’s constant, controlled burn, we’re not only dead to Twitter but also Facebook too

Our consciousness can neither be created nor destroyed, it’s a tweeted immortal part of you.

Cooling and expanding until the absence of heat reaches the 10 trillion trillion, yato watts hot

What watt you say? A mystery like a cricket’s chirp you can hear but can’t see, it’s alive, robot

Insects really do not exist on their own, they’re all in the eyes and mind of beholders’ full cup

Asleep in a somnambulistic event of galactic proportions, One cell, a word, wake the fuck up!

Colder in the center of the Milky Way than in my uncovered bed near the open wide window

Supernova won’t even help, it’s much colder than zero, contracted yottawatts to scale, galaxia

Einstein and Sagan might disagree but the Quasar seems to be the only hope for a deep blow

Collapsing to the foundation where gravity implodes Supernova, a UV, infrared #WaveOfGa.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, FREEZEMBER 5th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST

{ My family, brothers, sisters, police and their backers dedication to all y’all, drafted listenin’ to Dave Brubeck #GreatestHits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vmDDOFXSgAs }

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#TakeTen I need to at least #TakeFive #DarkEnergy #DarkerThanBlue #TRIGGERED

THIS IS INNER LIGHT OF THE DAZE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 5, 2019

------------- #ReimaginationExtinction ------------

It may be a SAVAGE SQUAD or just #TheSquad of women who don’t know men pushed ‘em

Right off of the cliff they were standing on, at the precipice of the feeling of getting in charge

Of the people, by the people and for the people, as the forefathers NEVER intended for reals

Foolish hearts believed the ‘drivel’, hook, line and sinker, meeting final #Ends of Navy seals!

Now, then YOU personally will have an AHA moment, as if y’all ‘re a Bullwinkle know-it-alls

Know it all and nothing escapes YOUR arrested attention upon the nature of humanity’s race

Phase, conscious minds, homo sapiens brain functions, split in two-One, fate of hot, star balls

Just to be round, spherical, all encompassing empty thing itself, yet full of It, it’s Thor’s face.

This feature of the creatures who exist at the mercy of a gravitational collapsed rubber bubble

Infinite compression and impossible effects of the First Cause, the Unmoved Mover, invisible

Like the last cat to walk the mean streets on all fours and the man who stabilized chaos of god

Calm now in soul travel flight, struggled and spunout chaos & order #Again, a God’s ‘51 Ford.

Disaster ahead and total memory recollection deletion are in the future of Earth dirt denizens

Acid and alkaline move your grooves of comprehension of the nature of Time, here & at One

In outer or inner space, the difference is You, your imaginary feeling of being more than bone

Microscopic invisibility to nefarious planetary #GreenHouse effects, Facts? Extinction, son!

Givin’ it the best shot you have to offer, survive random violence of black hole, holy nonsense

Human behavior mocks natural disasters which are caused by raw, #Superman power of Ga

Whether you desire or need the facts of these matters has no effect on the inevitable, the ends

It’s The End of the game, naturally I’m a monster black hole of living rock, frozen grave of Ra.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, FREEZEMBER 5TH, 2019 A.D.

{ At one and the same time, under #GammaRay triggers, above and below here! Drafted while being enlightened by the #Words in the following #GutPUNCH on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/IpxkcgDXwdk & listenin’ to #HadToCryToday & HITS by Blindfaith #BlindFaith link @ https://youtu.be/Z4Yo_VbGdMg }

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#RemainsOfDyingStars = #BlackHoles #GoinOffLikeFireCrackersForInfinity #SquirrelsInAWhirl #DanceTillCantMoveNoMore #JustKeepMovin #EndsOfDays

WISH WELL, INTENT’S THE KEY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 4, 2019

-----  #TakeControl -----

Oh mama, I used to say when she redirected my childhood’s intent, always a selfish, wee lad

Who found no joy in being abandoned to the childbearing mode of motherhood, late 50’s fad

No birth control for Catholics, only reproducing more for the Church of Rome’s golden hand

In a safe place with the soldiers who defend the vicar of the creator, God on Earth, a hu-man!

But the pope’s from nazi germany of the 40’s and loves his enemies, as Jesus scriptured that

In a phrase of words for the minions who followed his footsteps in a desert of lifeless players

Lookin’ up at a sky full of stars at night, Jesus wondered, doubted, why he ever gave a shat

To save the breeds of apemen and apewomen who only wanted to survive here, no hereafters.

Coming into the front room or a back room matters not one twit, a tweet from a god’s goody

Zeus to Beelzebub, heavenly, unearthly beings from the alpha to the omega, outed in a hoodie

Paranoid schizophrenic, too human nature of this One beast I’ve dominion over, shield’s high

Until the final squirt of oxygen mix I’ve become addicted to now, I’m a #woke, buzzin’ barfly.

Mercury, Venus to Mars, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Jupiter and PLUTO, named Mickey’s dog

Furthest away from a known space, in the unknown, undetectable joint where angels go agog

That is where I come from, to where I’m goin’, Italians cannot fathom, it’s a papal epileptic fit

Used to facts? TIME is all there is in SPACE, nothing after-before, Blind Faith’s the gist of It.

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r j j stephan, i {nee The Alfano Group & Lipuma's Coney Island, a matriarchal line of garlic }

c. FREEZEMBER 4TH, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted while still wet behind the ears, getting my feet wet in the Tome of Time, a book of poetry in utero, this feature inspired by The Doobie Brothers #WhatAFoolBelieves & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/g0_FvK51wOQ }

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#ReindeerCannotFly #FlyGirlsFly #NoTruthToldBeforeItsTimeEh?

LIGHTSPEED OF TRUTH’S JUSTICE*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 3, 2019

------------ #ThroughTheYearsFatesAllow ------------

Gargantuan volume of Word evolved from the nothingness of the vacuum, all ignorance’s ilk

Every animal philosophy of life is geared and targeted to the portal who drain down the sink

Into another place in space, another dimension of the consciousness, in and out of the milk

From the cows and goats and the women who suckle the time portals of Space’s missing link.

Pain in muscles and nerves ignored never goes away, it remains and exacerbates the sorrow

Released from the excess, utopian LSD pills of Science and Technology, ashes to deep space

Nowhere else heaven can be other than Up or Down from here and now, I’ve a right to blow

Like the TNT and dynamite used to blow away the rock dust to find a gold core, del Oreo, so...

Way back in ‘67 I was still in high school havin’ sweet dreams before I joined the force of war

Never in a battle yet prepared to fight to the death of me, of us & launchin’ ICBM’s over radar

Secret codes of the launch order were lost in a shredder with chinchilla’s underground bones

Enjoy the clown car ride, too short or too long, those who wouldn’t survive without i-Phones.

Ancestors and descendants unwrap the presents under a charismatics’ dead-cut of a tree tip

What the original flight observed upon breakin’ through Earth’s thin atmosphere’s occlusion

Critical to feel hungry when you need energy to run the machine, from pablum and ma’s milk

Survival of the most fit, hunt the best and defend the best, avoiding ambush and kids of #Ilk.

What is the case? If assumptions are true and verifiable, the conclusion is induced serfdom

Theories of words expanded to cause this induction/deduction, word-mum constitutionality

Right to defend yourself against anyone who would attempt to steal your valor and freedom

It’s punks from the ghetto and the posh castles of the pillagers above laws and god-am dittys.

Pound sand in your face, that will clear up the confusion for y’all, then light up for the Lord

Rights and obligations to mow down the bullies who multiply their kind with a digital means

Livin’ dreams out loud is an option for the poor, disheveled masses, passin’ a digital billboard

#Ebay, I see is #ClickBait that appears to be our #Amazon faces on Voided-out blue screens.

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r j j stephan, i

*HEADER is my #Eurocousine Nadine Stephan doin’ a photoshoot with Johnny ten Have!

c. MARDI, FREEZEMBER 3rd, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drained the lizard this AM while listenin’ to #WhenTheSunGoesDown & HITS of Uncle Kracker with breakfast #Menudo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ }

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#DistortingTime #64Squares #YourMove #Christmas #Christ #Savior #OriginalSin #ThanksAdamAndEve

A LOSS FOR ALL IS A WIN FOR ONE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 3, 2019

---------- #HOMEforChristmas ----------

With or without power’s knowledge, wisdom dictates to enjoy the moment, it maybe the last

It is an unknown fact about the nature of existence once personal identity ends, death is fast

No sooner do you know that something unusual is happening, heart attack, brain seized styth

It’s only a surprise to the faithfully departed when they’ve been introduced to eternity’s myth.

You have no idea where the answers are but where that is is where you want to be, for sure

Substantial plasma craft manufacturing in an underwater factory, resistance immunity gear

Speed of light interplanetary projects are not for your eyes, creation theory is under hot fire

There’s no man-god savior or holy men or holy women, there’s no angels, just time travel sir.

Eventually everything will be as clear as looking through glass panes, literally eyes wide open

To see and comprehend that nature in front of our eyes and what it means to us, inside Zen

Nothing to lose if you allow intelligence of hairy apes to be the best creation of the gods-play

But it will never remain in stasis, never remain at rest in the sea of queers and snake DNA.

Fate of the merciful is the same as the fate of the morons, idiots and thieves, mouth agape

Soul all gone and just the rotting flesh without the verve to Move it in a circle, it’s all on tape

Recorded for your edification when being judged by a benign criticism of imaginary goldust

Millions of dollars spent and never earned, just stolen from the labor of the workers’ Lust!

Retired to the back room to anoint the scam, a coup de ta and a scream of ooh la la, ecstatic

Orgasmic phantasm of acid for the animation of dead dirt and rock, God’s occult analgesic

In a dance with the death of my own 208 bones, muscles and organs in tact, still thriving Id

Host of the One, no discriminating against me just because I died tonight, I’m still here, kid!

Plain as the monkeys eating dogs colored to appear like a tiger with stripes, hungry ape sheet

Existentially yours and mine just because we got lucky and entered an egg/sperm DNA feet

Suicide, patricide, matricide, either way, mortality seems to be a waste unless it’s a nightmare

Upon awakening, the dream’s exposed to our Self as just a joke, #FakeNews, we be #Woke!

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r j j stephan, i

c. MARDI, FREEZEMBER 3RD, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ Drafted to Frank Sinatra #IllBeHomeForChristmas link@ https://youtu.be/tItGjgFZpjk }

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#EverythingIsBroken #SpeedOfLightExceeded #PanHandleMe #ArmstrongAndGettyRadioShow #EINSTEINIAN #CCR #Dylan #Lavette & #MastersOfWar

ATOMIC MERCURY, H2O & WINE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 2, 2019

----------------- #KEEPyourRVhome ---------------

God and the gold buried deep in the planet Earth, it’s unknown what’s outside, Done

Men and possibly some women have manufactured the historical hysteria of solo mio

A place in Space occupied by an imaginary being, yourself, myself, ourselves and chit

What we have in the pot in the middle of nowhere, microbial Life and Death of DNA1.

Of course, snow on the mountains cannot be avoided when the dirt and stone froze, to save

No sunshine from the burning, blown star, the sun, apollo of our dream’s dark, sacred cave

Where we through ancestral heritage hid from the predators who wanted to eat our young

To rape the females of the tribes of our roaming carnivore grandfolks, they smelled of dung.

In a crushing, toxic atmosphere, something survives and pretends to be living chimera-self

Alter-ego, super-ego or just the Id-ego runs amok during the season to be the jolly holly elf

Nutrients added to a complex of agar, the universe’s cosmic slop yield the virus’ bacterial arms

Creation of the things that move, animated by nothing other than pure blown atom charms.

OK, alright, it’s going to be fine, no reason to panic just because you swapped kingdom come

From conception of your being in the womb of your mother, merged DNA of flagellate scum

Above and below the Mason–Dixon line there is nothing but the dirt, rocks and T-bone racks

Hung muscle and sinew under colored wrapping of thin skin that allows penetration of crack.

Fundamentals are important after the fact but prior to the Big Bang, you and I are Nothing

You must take this fact to heart as a blind faith belief without absolute proof other than logic

Reason suggests that our conclusions are based upon highly probable premises, argued well

That you may have a rational conclusion based upon facts and assumptions, you’ll go to hehl.

Whether in a spirit’s soul form, ethereal, undetectable social something, program’s corrupted

Molecular light of the cosmic and gamma rays perpetuate this myth of being immortally dead

Praying to the long gone ones who came before us who remain gulping air and water, recycler

That seems to be all you can conclude, simply Nothing, I’m drunk in God’s womb, MotherF!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, FREAKZEMBER 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Grounded It to a halt, a little ditty listenin’ to #EverythingAndNothing SPA: Socrates, Plato & Aristotle #NothingnessInYourFuture link @ https://youtu.be/rKPv8zApee0 }

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#EveWasMean #MeanWomanBlues #LoveAdam #TruthBeToldByMe @PINK #PINK @KebMo' @KebMo'

4 OUT OF 3 IS A GROOVE OF SCAT *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 1, 2019

---- #WhoWantsWhatYouGot ----

-----------  # -----------

If there is a sign of the Times going around this third rock from a red giant-dwarf ho ho ho

Life is not easy if you give up and give in to the powers that overwhelm y’all and me, eh bro

We’ve gone from crawling to walking to jumping ahead in Time’s Space, secret UFO visits

We are the aliens, we are the Ones who came to inhabit this land of the free, you dipshitz!

As above with the supernatural occult system, so below in our mother natured, sacred bones

208 of them to buy some time while the strategy is reconnoitered and implemented to drones

Volunteer or be drafted into the defense of the motherlands, off to the hoosegow for godsons

While the daughters remain either under man’s thumb or under the dead weight of assassins.

A philosopher wrote once, if you realize that you can think at all, you have proof that you is

It’s nobody’s business other than my own that the zen question is always, ‘To be or not to be?

It’s the only question to which an answer won’t suffice, language’s ambiguity on, gamma rays

Become and fade, random series’ of mental constructs in a coherent diatribe for, End of days.

Fulfillment of the empty, soulless chimeras intent on making believe that you’re dust in wind

Blown on or off course by random movement of action and reaction, First Cause is in motion

Anywhere, anytime there’s a need for either speed or greed, just give me a ring, I will be there

From Bangor to Calexico, we’ve been related to those who built it from a scratched love affair.

I’ve got moments to decipher the turd scat we’ve been given, secret societies of the inhumane

Bugs crawl all over us, pretending to care about the same things, family, friends, all our blood

Indeed, they could care less than the windshield splatters of the innocent on my E street pain

Merciful and formidable force to be reckoned with by the wild eyed, adult kids of purple rain.

Pretty in purple or pink but especially hot Pink Sin that gets the eyes to arrest the attention

For as long as it takes to whip up the essence in the centrifuge, there’s hardly an option now

If and only if we all come to the identical conclusions based on the critical unknown quantum

Geometric progression is an end in itself, the beauty of the curved lines of the ground schtiks.

You and I see what we see y’all and so it goes, day after day, pink or blue DNA of the sheeple

It pays to give a percentage to the flights out of this world, who wants my stats in this world?

Be surprised if I discovered that doom was on the event horizon headed to the south and west

KYPD is not a radio or TV station, find the meaning & join, work your soul until it turns gold.

It’s DNA, us, them in perfect harmony, I’m in sync, doin’ the same damn thing all over again

Got an itch, then my foot got a cramp, woke me up out of a dead sleep, I was so drunk on gin

I mean launched into outerspace outside of this Earth’s atmosphere, into cosmic wavelength

Yeah, you got it, you know what I’m talkin’ about, it’s all been smoked to ashes, I am, before.

Heaven on Earth with some rhythm and blues goin’ in and out of your 208 bones of senses

This is all there is my enemies and friends are all in this lifeboat together, without consent

Freedom, Liberty, Justice are the Trilogy of what you and I will never have for ourselves

Famous Amos cookies can’t be found between planetary space, without the eggs, #GetBent!

Blind men usually don’t talk and deaf and dumb women usually don’t hear a WORD, phuqd

That is the sound of despair for the probability and possibility that you’re NOT a dreamin’ tic

On the black back of the eternal Void, it’s not our fault, we take no responsibility to be sucked

A creator who makes a toy out of Nothing, can do anything, even this abandoned ship schtick.

I’m used to wakin’ up every day since I found out this One rule, that we’re puppets on the air

Everything we say and everything we do from birth to death is recorded on a burnt out dog

Backward from backwoods, can’t spell god but I can spell dog, even pop swap a ‘d’ & a ‘g’ hair

Small, infinitesimal electrons of atoms rule this world, you got it? Consciousness raised now?

There was no Adam, there was no Eve, there was no mortality sins of the flesh against Mama

It’s all a hunk of Vanilla Fudge on a platter for the minions to feast on a giving of thanks to Pa Significance of pyramids’ steepled churches can not be denied, fear of the evil, death android

Can’t stand facts of doom and gloom, we’re lookin’ out from the inside of a black hole, a Void.

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r j j stephan, i

#NeverGetOutTheseBluesAlive by JOHN LEE HOOKER & Van Morrison (Official) on youTube link in a loop @ https://youtu.be/dXNevlS-zlo }

*HEADER IS PIG DNA, IT IS PinkPower of the #CosmicSlop you know as...HERE & NOW!

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