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INCOMPLETE, PSYCHIC MAGIC FUN

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, September 11, 2020

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Mental case of each and every one of us, deep down inside of a holy genome’s psyche

As if there is any such thing to swear by, as if anyone knows anything about a trike

Two wheels of rock, metal or rubber move this world faster than on foot, a quick shot

Humanity has bacteria and viruses to keep it in check, a Will to Power contained pot.

I know the day that this is can be forgotten but I will not forget, I’ll Never Forget, so

Be prepared for the lowdown because it comes with the parameters and the dice roll

I’m all in and everything other than me is all out, where’s my 390 million bucks now?

You didn’t pay the low level employees and a brand new security system busted blow.

Smoke and blow for the Rock and Roll is all gone, everyone will slam Jack Daniels shots

Alcohol now is getting the last call and the stache is in the sticky grip of a wolf and gadfly

All of which eats statues of liberty and justice for lunch, burn drugs, kill prisoner robots

Wild like cherries and berries that fill a pie full of pure joy, baking fruit and sugar in pies.

Free to become a dead man in due course but while I’m here and now, I’ve got an axe to grind

I didn’t ask to come here and I don’t care who you are or what you say about that, God’s find

Inside of the bones, in the brain where the psyche resides, a real delusion in your mind set

Little people beings come and go out of the ground of this being, I am one, you wanna bet?

Start in deep space, not anywhere near here and now on Earth, there’s no Time there, just be

The magic is the cause and effect of the imaginary fictions right in front of our faces every day

Demons and angels are both within and without us, behavior of the thing we are, boner blood

Where we come from and where we go when it’s over is a mystery, blind faith jump to a God.

Here’s a magic spell now, meeska, mooska, mousketeer, bada bing, now I am the faker fraud

Who I am, where I’m from and why I’m here, you don’t need to know the shape of any broad

What you are afraid of, your most deep fear of shape-shifting you think will kill you, a bat

Apes on the ground or in the trees to relieve themselves and smell like their wasted. god scat.

Kill the living and create life in love or in violent rage, it’s the human way, get your bell rung

We eat the dead things, mix them all up together in a flombet salad and recycle into my dung

No freedom to choose this aspect, it is a prerequisite to animating the DNA, to be, to survive

Ad infinitum or until the Time is up for you to breathe air and magic into you for a deep dive.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 9-1-1 September 11th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ Hacked this out of my brain this AM while listenin’ to #CoastToCoast old George Noory @https://www.facebook.com/Coast-to-Coast-am-WGeorge-Noory-192218984263501}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?