PRECISELY, A POW IN THE KISSER
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 29, 2020
-------------- #HaveLoveWillTravel - @TomPetty ---------------
Everybody must have their tea time, pinky up, slurp a sip of oolong for the Time is Tea
That is all that’s important, without tea the mind doesn’t go along with the mover’s fee
To drink a cup a day, 365 days a year and live to be 90 Y.O. means you ARE the Grateful
Of the dried, dead plants on the Southeast ground in China, near the Temple of the Fool.
Think about this Time and Space, history will be the account of what happened in a huge lie
Someone knew the Truth but didn’t say what it was, never told a soul what it is, allegro blobs
Always to be or not to be, what the substance is in it’s substratum form is a tiny Tse Tse fly
Why it’s blue is because of the infinite sadness of being ignorant and a tool of the flashmobs.
Never ask why if you don’t want to know because it will set you free and you might be a tramp
From loneliness being in space without another organic form, that would be a dear, dead God
Dead but grateful that they don’t have to struggle for the existence, survival in a bog-swamp
By the way, you know nothing and guess at everything because you’re unthreatened by gods.
If this means was then you’ve gone to far to attempt to confiscate what I love, freedom’s to be
Or not to be as the old sirs of the bygone days used to say, thinking that they were sons of Ga
Yet there never were and never will be, what they are is an ‘X’ slot of macro evolutionary DNA
Microbes of viruses move to survive in the Host which feeds us, our communion is US, today.
You cannot make this scat up out of thin air, standing on the shaky quakes, I look out below!
Falling down with an Italian beef in one hand and a holy bible of another, praying on the prey
Getting dragged into the chamber of complete desolation, chained by the hooves, no screams
Set sail on the infinite trip on the Earth’s land and sea, wind blown on one to seven wet seas
Floating upon or submarining within the confines of Earth’s core and the atmosphere’s door
Closed to keep the Space out, thrived and civilized, now we’re redhot dogs, LSD acid freezes
No slight of hand magic or jacked up queen can touch my @PhilosophersStone, I’m a drone #Boar.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, March 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 08:00 Ante Meridian, Pacific Standard Time
{ Drafted while listenin’ to Holy Word BC of #FreeBurghers & #Boers on youTube, Therollingstunes #Hits #DoomAndGloom #JustAShoutAway rhyme link @ https://youtu.be/1DWiB7ZuLvI }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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