#SearchForANewWorld #EyesGotYerDahij #One #NeverTwo #HolyTrinityFree #Dead #GratefulDead #ZEN

‘COME TAKE ‘EM,’ FAKED A CREED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 4, 2020

------------- #FullStopFool -------------

If and only if the best any human being can hope for is to live happy and free, no morte death

In some cases it is believed that every homo sapiens skull and bones runs out of putrid breath

To be or not to be is the same as being everything and nothing at all, a starburst tattoo scar

Without the radiation, without the energy for any species in the galaxies both near and afar.

Tattoo upon your skin and eyeballs, as if it means more than nothing at all, all in a dream

It is what it is, the story is in blue, green and red ink for the world to sublimate a scheme

Just because you thought you were so pretty and so smart and that everyone else was not

Nothing personal, just the facts of life, as my pappy used to say, there Mary, Great Scott!

Common ground where every human and other species walk, swim, fly or crawl, here

Now and that’s the way it is, the way it’s always been and the way it will always be, eh

Time will stop at the Ends where all temporal things made of clay, fire and cold beer

Our grandfathers’ sons, our fathers who may or may not be in heaven, it’d be weird!

To succeed at survival, the most fit killers of other men in battles for dominance, all win

Ala ad infinitum, you conceive you can go around and around in circles, it’s just a real sin!

That doesn’t mean that you can, you and nothing at all is Infinite, a concept of what awes

A thing itself which has no dependence on any previous Cause, on the hunt for First Cause.

Don’t take anybody’s word for the Truth, a humble position is a deduced, pseudo-conundrum

From premises assumed to have a preponderance of veracity to false assumption red-rum

Assumptions which lead to a sober mental state, inept and incapable of fallacious induction

X marks some spots but other spots have nothing, light and space and time don’t function.

Your mama and papa knew nothing about this, they held nothing back, Space and Time fly

From the babies who enter the world of Life and Death, while innocent of the reason but why

Ace ego to participate in the hysterical, civilized psyches’ societal parameters I love it, Fun

Above and below #FakeNews, YOU know { }, Superego core of Earth and center of the Sun!

Out of my cold, dead hands I said and it’ll be what it’ll be, a black hole to a singularity scree

What happened to the gold of the gods and what happened to the Director, gods of Sugaree

Event Horizons cannot be experienced without telemetry and rocketry, now LIVE on the fly

Network of the known meeting the ignorance and naive quality of the unknown, presence, I.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi 4 janvier 2020 après JC à 11 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique

{ drafted while watchin’ #TheSearchForANewWorld on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/26A3XM7-W9o & wavering to the OM chant to move ALL NEGATIVE BLOCKS, ZEUS, ALA ZA ZEN link @ https://youtu.be/8sYK7lm3UKg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PapaDontTAKENoMess @GodfatherOfSoul #JamesBrown #JiveTalkin #Beegees #OneNight

#SettleTFDown
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SQUAWS SHEW THE ENDS, CHOLOS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 3, 2020

-----------------  #WTFAREYOUTALKINTOME -----------------
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Who you think you are you will always be, begin thinking that you exist on the mother, Earth

From the absolute origin of the first Adam and first atom, if there is One or even Two, at War

For the control over the other’s will to power, the dominant controls the subordination, Way!

If and only if it’s true that the deal’s done and that it’s out of my hands, it shew ain’t my shew!

Portal leading your intent and will from the things themselves to the ending of the One vision

Your own and nobody else’s Way of seeing your position on the planet is responsible for a Sin

That is ignorance of the importance of knowledge of your origin and destination, here an ova

Time is up, time is out, time has ticked every moment away from the primal One, SuperNova!

Although I beg to differ with the status quo and the Pope of Philosophy, my eyes of mortal sin

Function of this calculus equation is the exposure to the empty void of outer spatial oblivion

In confession and at communion, sinners will be sinners and contemplate the #Stations bliss

Infinite repetition of the identical scenes of divine betrayal and forsaken seventh son of This!

It's what it is before and after I was here, scratched on petrified wood, RS & CV, oh love

Where angels fear to go, out on the edge of the cliff, on the last balcony, a suicide rock cove

To jump off into the air for a 3.2 second moment of Awe and Regret, a flashback to die for

Dream asleep or awake as a matter of Free Will and a personal choice, still, a gamester’s 4!

Underneath the center of the core of wisdom, presented in petrified nutshells’ archaic graves

Immortality failed since Day One, it’s a propagated blind faith myth provided by the Alphas

To be followed as formal and informal rules of engagement, infancy to mortal phase out bliss

Utter ignorance is the bliss only the lonely will receive without cost, yet there’s a price, a kiss.

On the lips of babies and disgruntled spouses of the men and women called couples, the love

It’s as if your mother and father abandoned your need and desire for affection, so you search

High, low, above and below the skies, from mountains through cities and countries to the sea

Squaws lived free of daddy’s protective custody, skilled martial artists, hidden, in every body.

I am and you are the ones who are going to die when it’s our time, no offense but that’s Truth

Nobody other than those with blind faith in Nothing being something more of a spooky tooth

Nobody other than the deaf and dumb know it, without a scent or taste of wisdom, it depends

Out of focus, hysterical attention on the day after they die, we die, caput, finis, then It Ends!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Janvier Trois, 2020 Anno Domini

{ drafted while listenin’ to WAR: to the Ghetto The Original WAR Band #WARtheBand link @ https://youtu.be/ptIcert_Ra8 }

*Shew

A sound effect describing intense joy, happiness, or used as a form of celebration, thought to have Origin in California, by CHOLOS & CHOLAS KEEPING IT FAMILIA , #InTheHoods of East Menlo Park, CA Soledad, or as far south as Chula Vista #SaluteAmerica, #Ole }

#JollyRoger #SkysTheLimit #VoidnessAboveAsBelow @AllmanBrothersConcert #JackieGreene #EricGale #RLBurnside

 

 

NO REASON FOR YOU, DON'T AXE ME, RICH!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 2, 2020

------------  #DontAxeMeWhy -----------

Blinded by Light’s murder incorporated, owing Tom Stone and Albert Hickson, a Space Ga

Pirates ain’t seen anything, not even One Savior, Atman, Deus’, Ra, spake Zarathustra, T&A

I’m not the one that’s spilled the beans, I’m just what you might derisively refer to as a toot

Future shocks to your nervous system after the rebooting of your conscious mind, are moot.

In Time and Space in Illinois, to become a #Dummy eater, a bakery has boomed into bucks

From barely makin’ it by every month on the loans and business expenses to Richie Rich’s I

Where everybody who knows his sisters and brothers went to get the fix for the licks, shucks

It’s not my fault that it is the way of the entrepreneur, spell that without a check, you phuqz!

Priests in high school used to say, late bloomers will disappear in Adam & Eve’s Bad Smells

Learned Latin, Physics and the French language too, History, Theology, bytes of God’s hells

Then sacrificed four years of my own young life, inherited from the elders, the USAF grunted

Why are you and I in the middle of nowhere being taught that our existence is a #Tweet of Id.

A superman killed the mortal men and left them on a dead pirate ship, adrift in a Bay in 1865

But why? Who was the @AlbertHickson who got shanghaied and then killed his captors’ live

Gangs of the bangs in the early 1800’s, America’s Way of Being the Baddest Man on Earth, yo

Last pirate, first mutiny on the bounty and last man who ever fooled the Fools of NYC, yo ho!

It’s in the #Wikipedia to leak out to your genuine progeny who believe what’s False is Truth

Not their fault though, it’s a cellular injection from Time and Space within the spooky tooth

Imagine all of the lonely people with or without Yoko Ono and the End becomes mortal sins

You’ve got to have a great sense of humor to handle this Murdering Mob, the Cult of Aliens!

Tom and Albert did this to the people’s pirates of seven seas, what species’ SLUMdog do/did

To the DNA that comes from either loving embrace and violent idiot raiding, sacred to sordid

Wrecks on the highways, mankind’s ghosts who still dream in the words, copperhead’s to kill

Corruptible Coppers, watchin’ the detectives, badged urchins drugged on a dead-sleepin’ pill.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, Janvier deux, 2019 A.D.

{ Drafted last and first while listenin’ to the #JackieGreene & Eric Gale on youTube, #BePreparedToShred link @ https://youtu.be/g-0UrhFAMb4 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DriveToTheBasket #PlayToWin #NeverLoseEver

COLLAR OF BLUE & SKINNY JEANS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 1, 2020

------------- #StarvedForMass --------------

Is your conscience bothering you today, did you fail to observe the honor of being goddam

Descended from the sinners who made the angels blush, in a garden, on an island of man

Blue more like azure, ocean turquoise mutant tortoise and Earth specific fauna, a love song

Down the line, we know it’s just a creation of the ones who feared their own right and wrong.

Pretty words, sounds of a melodious signal to the one who yearns for peace and harmony, aw

Feeling some compassion and remorse for the ones who are long gone or not here yet, a flaw

Embedded within the formula of acid, breakin’ the good, the bad and sprinkled with the ugly

Blinded by bright neon lights, nothing matters in short or long runs, mirror of my mug I see.

I wanted to get to heaven from the time I rocked out of the Ozark to the alewives of Michigan

On down to the Florida Everglades and Mississippi River delta, on the boardwalk of Jersey

Queen of the King’s shore’s sun, a schizophrenic treat of the ninth dimension, playin’ I see

When I must, I grab the boom of the box with The Charlie Daniels Band, I country-rock me.

Now there’s a beat and a melody, it moves the feet and the head, pops the finger bones loud

Gathered around the gang of chosen ones who love to be together, enjoying company crowd

With no further adieu, the main ingredient for the species survival is in cement, it’s romance

A movement of the wings and feathers, a shuffle and side-step of feet, a mate & a twist dance.

Fooled around a few nights and found that the fools fell in love and felt the feeling of another

Skin on skin, lips to lips, arms around the 208 bones of potential frenzy, denial of a mother

A father being only a tool of the avoidance of extinction, accidental, conscious-stream trips

A beam of light, a change from frozen-stiff, cold as ice to a liquid, heavy gas of two red lips.

I got your sentimental fool over here, sitting next to my two jokers and four kings of the deck

All hands can’t be on deck no-more, utter destitution of Will to Survive, instinction ewe fleece

In Space and Time, the DNA runs its course and the circle is complete by it’s natural star trek

A reversal of fortune in store for every single One of the poor babies a woman rested in peace.

Smell the signals some day before it’s too late, it’s over a moment before you know it, a form

It’s all there is, a shape of the Way, the only Way that an animal can be, a mortal eater-worm

Living and immigrating from continent to continent because there’s nothing else to do, It’s it

Life conceived, born, moved, animated, sublimated and eliminated from a gene pool, #Schit!

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r j j stephan, i

c. NEW YEAR 2020, Janvier 1st, 2020 A.D.

{ Drafted listenin’ to Lynyrd Skynyrd #SweetHomeAlabama & @ https://youtu.be/ye5BuYf8q4o & R.l.Burnside #EverythingIsBroken @ https://youtu.be/jhKqqYuV9MU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StatusQuo #QuidProQuo @YoMama @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #FortuneTellerLies #JoeSatriani #JackieGreene #DontLetTheDevilTakeYourMInd #JustWalkOnWaterInABoat

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CHECK YOUR GIG LINE, SAILOR!

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Wednesday, January 1, 2020

---------------- #HappyNewYear2020 ------------

Now and then a man’s gotta watch a football game and some beer and whiskey commercials

With or without you, it’s gonna come up one way or the other, the dream in the dream ends

Not because of the Will to Power ending but to the air breather failing to replenish the gases

Required to be or not to be due to the First Cause being the thing itself, a being as such, ass!

Now and then a woman’s gotta recapitulate the complimentary existence, dependence on Pa

Not ma but pa, without whose seminal essence it would’t have been possible to conceive Ma

Neither the sky’s imaginary color to the eye of the beholder nor the purpose of your life quest

Rockin’ and rollin’ down the highway or staying put in one place, country of Best of the Best.

Human culture and civilization on the stage of the apparent appropriation of a conscious con

First Cause being an accidental emergence of living matter, in or out of a Black Hole horizon

Regardless of your or my own intent regarding the way that Things Should Be, it’s a moot hit

Nowhere will the bull’s eye ever hit the dead end Singularity with the might of Hercules’ chit.

Gods won’t be present in the future nor were any even on planet Earth for a moment of Past

History records the mental problems of the historians and philosophers, Magician and Priest

Punks descended into the ghetto on down the line form the Work, the Chore, the Struggle It

From First Cause to the Final Flight of atomic nuclei, at the pleasure of the royal flush exit!

In the eddy you never know where you’re goin’ once your mind is thrown into a tizzy of wind

Around in a circle of infinity, driven with nuclear fusion and fission, no regard for The Hand

Burnt to a crisp epidermal wrap of muscles, sinews, organs and bones, an Aunt Gert spirit job

Beyond good and evil, where angels fear to go, that’s where I’ll be, on a gig-line, yo’ #JibJab!

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r j j stephan, i

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

{ drafted contemplating Reality & the lack thereof & jammin’ to Joe Satriani #Strange on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kzRh4oDrMEs & STILL ringin' from LIVE @JackieGreene last night at the #CrestTheater, here's what ya missed link @  }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PODCASTED #liveNotlive #HappiestOfNewYear2020AD #ItMeansNothingToAnybody #DeadAndGoneInUtero #ShipAhoyMothers

 

...some of my folks from 1957 or so...my godfather Antonio Alfano marriage to my Aunt Betty!!

 

LONGTIME NOSEE, UKRAINE CANE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 31, 2019

------------ #YouGotALottaNerve --------------

Well, it’s time for another short flight to look for my daily carrion, #Everybird’s in the city

I’ve got a family to feed, they’re growing hungry and want to escape the nest, fly the coup

Where the good and the bad never come but always in wait of the innocent city without pity

I swoop and snag, whatever is moving, running, walking, crawling, swimming, I will poop!

Just a flying transformer of life’s matter and form into the shredded cells of Earth soil of me

Coming or going underground or into outer atmospheres below Voidness, Nothing’s all done

Uphill & downhill from the ground of inheritance, DNA accidental bash of my Will to Power

God is every animated or inanimate object with acid of the stars trippin’ here, Adam at One.

Your fate is my own, being creative about the answers given to the youngsters is beyond Good

Truth is the reality of life and death, we’ll come and go without a concert, on morgue slab-ice

Eyes wide open with apparent emotional distress at seeing the Truth, a frightening incipience

Wisdom of Nature, of mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends, enemies, God is good Food.

Of the eagle’s carrion, the skulls and bones of society is no secret, you’ve magic spell’s 1 Word

On the trip of your life, thank you to the powers who raised you from a seed to this Eagle bird

Nothing eats me because the taste of my meat is disturbingly inedible, even the hungry gag it

Everything is everything, that is Truth nobody will deny, mortal beings eat up immortal chit.

Wicked, in the throes of last days of mortal Life, kicking, screaming for a shortcut out of love

The skin and bones you’re in, your soul, your invisible spirit nobody ever sees with their teats

Get the yo ho ho and the bottle of 151 rum gettin’ down the dry throat, I require asses in seats

Down below here, tripped over a curb, a maroon in heavy traffic, “I” am all of the dead above!

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r j j stephan, i *

c. FREEZEMBER 31st, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Inhaled #WORD before the morning light so you could choke on them when the solar heat hits us after a 93 million mile trip out of nowhere & listening to the #MightyOjays The OJays Guest House #ShipAhoy & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9-LuNJXFGTU }

*HAPPY NEW YEAR 2020

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StretchEsther #DiveOrGetOffTheBoard #NuclearPulsesToMars #WhereIsMinervaNowEuropa

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FATE OF NEON MOONS, STAR BONE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 30, 2019

----------------  #CactusCaucusCaulking ---------------

Impressions of the First Cause of the miraculous we search for, to erupt lava outta my Time

Because the Space is really What It Is, that is the entire nut inside the shell, a good dam slime

Without It, the crush of Love and Hate would not have a historical record, night of a godseye

Nowhere Ego to go ‘cept ‘round in infinite circles of square-triangles, a hexagram ID display.

Watch the sun dial up the shadow movement of Infinity, how much gold’s supernovaed lead?

From the Big Bang you’ve never seen nor heard the sound, just the words of flies on the walls

In the light it is so bright that the cones and rods of the eyeballs of mankind murdered, dead

Eerily inside your head now, as it’s always been ‘cept now, awakened to be, humanity’s bawls.

Mama used to ask me who died and left me the boss. I always responded with silence in kind

I could not tell my mother that her will to conceive a baby got me here in H2O, a goddess sea

As a god’s son, I am the man who inherited the will and hearts of my ancestors who lost mind

Of mice and men, blind faith believers, MA Earth breathers, I am a UFO’s fallacious fantasy.

It is the substance of the First Cause that needs to be identified to assign blame to the fiasco

This struggle for survival between competing DNA bags of edible meat and bones’ anthropo

I and we all come together crossing the line from One to Many and reverse engineer all of me

Toe to halo above the 1200 cc’s more than grey matter with a fundamental flaw, a honeybee!

Signals of hands and the facial musculature have an evolutionary power to be at War & Peace

If the territory is occupied, it needs to be reoccupied by DNA bags who Will to Be, the Ceased

They cannot succeed yet they attempt doomed journeys, unmoved mover full of the Goldcum

Nothing and nobody left over after the Singularity returns to its pristine condition, a vacuum!

I am an unmanned mission which will not fail, traveling without the 208 bones of my fathers

Mama Earth was so kind to allow my immersion in the mud, blood and the beer of mothers

It meant that everything was everything and nothing is and will be nothing, a God’s anomaly

Spaced deep purple, just a #Rippled #BlueMoon doowop, a Rosetta-stoned, great dead sea!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, FREEZEMBER 30TH, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Brooks & Dunn #NeonMoon & #hits @ https://youtu.be/Ptq6zdNT_20 & the #FutureOfSpaceTravel @ https://youtu.be/Tomiamd1cu8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhiteColoredBlackCells #DimmerDummerAndSuperstar @MarilynMonroe #NormaJean

PRINCES’ MYRIAD OF PRINCIPLES

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, December 29, 2019

----------------------  #BlackStarsWhiteDots -----------------------

Eagle’s freedom of flight, in midtown’s temple of doom, blackstar princess shine cruise ship

Ashes to the ashes of dust in the east and southern winds, blown cover takin’ its U turn flip

Miniature giants makin’ believe that they’re the savior of the ignorant humans of gold dust

All there is, everything is everything and there’s nothing left to access, no more wanderlust.

Now and then you’ve got to stop, look and listen for the symbolic gesture of Revelation spit

Pertinent and impertinent punks and miscreants foolin’ around with the hot stripper outfit

Cowgirls and mothers of the invented children of the K-12, scrambled brains in holy omelets

For the giant muscle eating dragons, lookin’ for the easy kill, the ho-trusting faithful starlets

Marks of the places in space where significant times occurred for the sake of the Many, One

All for One and One for all, like a third musketeer cheer, meeska mooska my old honeybee

Like a viral video in a shitztorm, a man will survive the magic of the spells, unconditional fun

What is not never was and will never be, what is the case? There is no case, this just in...me.

Mad mothers and hatters have the identical MOs, nutty yet the most essential cog in a Thing

I ching and yin/yang for the moment or the Big miracle that is being alive on Earth’s starring

Nova, supernova, singularity’s event horizon, approaching the black hole of Mother’s Void

Again, ad infinitum, all the cherries in the orchard are picked, the trees are asleep, z’s sawed.

Two or three princes and paupers, lead the way down the garden’s middle path to the apples

Fruit of the trees and the loom, pushed the skies to the limit, an LSD chorus of sky is falling

It may be but you’ll never know for certain, if it is, just be crushed by the mass’ quid pro quo

When it’s time to go, your time’s up, call time out and then time in, ask me, what time is it?

Maybe it’s 4:30 AM more or less, thee might be byte or two of bread and butter, which I hate

Butter coagulated cow’s teat milk, where yogurt, cottage cheese and ricotta, come before fates

Always was going to be the way it is and more or less the way of Ends, before spin doctor mon

Full-on fire and ice, made then slowed down the roll, the bass is rockin’ the fish in the pond.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ Jammed to #TwoPrinces SPINdoctors 24/7 Laundromat on a loop link @ https://youtu.be/j6XmNoauuOo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NaughtyWitchesOfTheWestOnly #MadeItThisFarByShakinHands #ROCK @Everlast #Angel #MyVeryBestSuperFriends #LoveHasEverythingToDoWithIT #BoogieWoogieGirl

GHETTO BANG ME, RUSTY BLADES*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 29, 2019

----------------- #StickAroundForTheSound -----------------

Always with a bang gang in the #Chi ghetto, time came to join my Air Force, loved that Time

In this space of 50 years, I’ve seen more than a man deserves to see in One’s lifetime, Space it

Out and in the outerspace doors of the ghetto and the mansions of my grandfathers’ mothers

Called them out loud in prayer but ain’t no answer, 3rd rock haul’s a Rock Kid, cash P-diddly.

Now and then you gotta move it out and rock on even though it’s safe and sound in your hole

Where the darkness and light are controlled by me, myself and I, all of us in tune for a ghetto

Comin’ over the avenues and boulevards until the suburbs of the trash heap is found deeper

Than the bottom of the furthest league under the sea, down by the core of our origin, a Ball!

Yes, the core is a ball, irregular, potato like, sure enough, and covered by hydrogen/oxygen It

That’s the name we’ve decided fits the thing itself, where we originate and dissolve in the spit

Future, presence in the Past, the ghetto of yours and ours, not mine though, I’m in low-highs

Above the clouds where there’s no blue, no sight unseen, just me, myself and I, purple skies!

One more thing before the final Word, exit strategy plans are best left untold to a po’ li’l ego

Given po’ mother’s who raised us here, deep respect for passin’ us, dark womb to Hellz below

Sho’ nuff now, you are completely out of synch with your intellect and confidence, empty Id

For nobody’s SuperEgo do we fly except the one we own, we know the Essence, Essene Kid!

A slice of life out of the watermelon pie we’ve inherited from the egg to the corpse, so slap me

That’d be an admission of understanding and unfortunate agreement with the boy’s FU scree

Gutter at the top of your mansion’s roof or the space between the streets and the sidewalks, I

That is All, just I, who listened to the Word, all of the words said, told, meant to Be, a gadfly!

It is what it is, you cannot disagree if you’re a philosopher or just nun in a convent of sisters

Brothers and fathers, the idiots hittin’ homeruns out of the park, drinkin’ whiskey and beers

A Glass Bead game of prayers into the Void of Space, where angels fear to go, in a grand slam

Deeper than whole blackness outside the Earth’s atmosphere, supernova in Space, oh, I Am.

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r j j stephan, i *Dedicated to the brothers & sisters who know who they are, #Yall! Boom!

c. Dimanche, FREEZEMBER 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ #DoNotBlink in the #Darkness, oneness with everything because as everyone knows, in the Ghetto, #EverythingIsEverything #ShoNuffYall link @ https://youtu.be/OqZ2JBVXgpA }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?