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AN EXECUTIVE’S ASSISTANCE SIGN

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 18, 2020

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It is the way that it is for a reason, it’s not your free choice nor my own, deep thrust concept

Analyzed from the original flagellate to the ova form of infinity, a perpetual charity precept

Consequences for the First Cause of the Big Bang, there is That, this here, that there of it all

Never intentional being a mean man or ignorant human being, yet I am what I am, Adam fell.

You know it and I know it from sea to shining sea, from the cinematic psychos of holly wood

Perfection in the test tube at the lab unleashed on the minions who strive for the music fraud

They get it now and then, the need to bleed for HIPPIES, GYPSIES, DREAMERS, AND ME

Prom night, marriage night, good night Irene and that is all there is, life on Earth’s a mystery.

All for One and One for All is the motto of not only three musketeers but also just a Cisco Kid

Trilogy of Logic, Reason & Nonsense in episodic dreams, birth, living & dead Egos of Ra’s Id

Women and men no different from one another, each to one’s own phantasm of mass-psyche

Followers of creeds, tower of Babelish linguistics of Vagabonds’ Words, retrograde 4th Reich.

There’s an imagination for certain, First Cause of the images inside the head, behind 3rd eyes

Cream of the dream is at the tip top of the realizations of consciousness’ awareness of on high

Below the function of a calculus’ abstraction from the ink of plants and animals’ gypsies of I

On the hunt for beauty to reproduce the need for immortality, rewarded with mortality flies.

If I were a fly on a wall at the first moment of conception, I’d hear the words, “Uh oh! Sheet!”

Then I became this thing typing right here and now, bleeding out an early AM 7-11 java donut

I know nothing, starting right there, calm your derriere down and chill for the punch line putt

Neither got a hole in one nor saw one but I’ve seen the tiny holes and tiny balls of God’s heat.

I’m referring to either the reader or someone the reader knows, mama & papa’s Hades’ Hehl

Bringing it all on home now, counting backward from a million point five, ready, set now go

Headed toward the finish line just by reversing 180 degrees, turning ‘round to the back-flow

Shape is Form tasted by light and sight, blinded beings know no form yet feel the odor, smell.

On this middle path found by accidental movement in a paradigm spherical cube, I am all in

You are all in as well but you won’t know that for the duration of your belief in after living life

Where nobody has ever gone when they die on Earth, not even one pope or high priest of Ra

Not one that’s One and at Peace with their Soul can go wrong, it is what it is, so, bla, bla, bla.

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r j j stephan, i { not #WynonasBigBrownBeaver though! I get it! }

c. Saturday, January 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to Primus.us #TalesFromThePunchbowl #SouthboundPachyderm on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yH3_H-E2Y0s }

FINIS

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