#ShredYourBones #SiftYourQuirksForGold #GotsTheLittleFeat #CategoricalInvective

DARK WEB, GOLDEN DAWN’S ACES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 1, 2020

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Paradise? Misplaced in the matrix’ purple southern sky, breakin’ wind in a vinyl groove tube

Crackers and jokers seem to function well when tribal showdowns crop up for a power move

Expanded mind of germs & microbes evolved from an occult teaching of self defense survival

Killers roam plains & jungles to eat the LIFE, humans hot spitting bones of buzzard & jackal.

Bees working and flying to and fro from the hive to the work, the pollen for the honey spots

Queen and the unlucky mates who die after their application to the princess’ machine slots

When and if the sickness of the AM becomes a huge bowl of rocky road ice cream sundaes

Hives of categorical invectives dissolve the elemental substance that gravitates to a sun daze.

All my fault or so it seems to the untrained eyes that stare holes through bee’s wax swarms

Points taken to the wood shed with the bad boys needing to originate maggots’ tapeworms

All that’s left of us all, no hope for any reincarnation of any soul into any other antibody foal

Punks runnin’ the dozens on sisters’ faith and hope we’ll turn out well in a hard, bone skull.

Pinned down for the opine on the nature of the beast, the thing itself at hand, introspective

Reason’s common theme to be or not to be is not the only question, there’s the only answer

I am here & now, I meant to be here to say the things that I recall, by heart, quote Dr. Strange

Pruned trees of knowledge and climbed about barbed wire, dusted off the dark web’s Range.

A domain of incomprehensible vastness and put out on a linear trajectory of a thrown trident

First Cause of all of these effects, only one infinitely tiny piece of this One, I am all the advent

Of your apocalyptical adventure on Earth, call it DNA of God’s Mankind, more than Nothing

Void in an empty closet at the back of the diamond mine, underground lord of the gold ring.

In the self-reflection’s wake, the tide remains invisible like a fleeting orgasmic punch the nose

It is here and now where anything goes, meaning causes & effects are divine fingers’ ten toes

More or less than the One is the Void or what it takes to multiply One and thus, two gods of It

Disembodied soul flight of a natural mystic, deep down in a hot mess, in the Dark Web sheet.

Right or left honkies on porches watchin’ neighbors’ Popes’ kin comingle blood in Havana

To congregate for the sake of the species’ genome, code X of the unknown life grace & vice

Figure it or not, it is what it is, what will be will be and you can’t step in the same river twice

Truth to take to the westbank of the Ole Miss, Mississippi or Big Muddy. Missouri, Nirvana.

Hot rods moving so fast until they smash and bend into heavy metal, mass of miracles set

Into the reflection on the glass-like dimensional barrier between who you are and you bet

During games people play every day and every night on seven continents full of red rovers

RNA out of nowhere in Space yet in a Time warp of perpetual motion & an unmoved mover.

Deity says it’s not the fault of the origin that the denizens of the matter live in corruptifornia

Forces of construction, reconstruction and deduction of the destruction are all standing down

Electorate of the elected are the majority who maintain the status quo, that’s up or downtown

Homo Erectus’ finger was on the trigger, evolved herd mental cases now enjoy stolen Utopia.

Looking up forever will not bring the thing itself back into your mind’s eye nor rubber soul

Will to Power will always be the One, the Only Way down the middle path to Ends, eternity

Commitments and commandments from the bowels of a Big Bang or tiny pitch Black Hole

The system has a glitch but it is endemic to the pandemic of the 2020 A.D. extinction of me.

A day I died, maybe, maybe not, nobody can say but me, on that day, I’m gonna fly way high

If you see a dream when you sleep at night or in a day dream that there’s a star born again

It would be me, not another, just One and the same as I was in the beginning, shown as I die

Forevermore it will be nevermore, still somewhere in the revolution of a dirty, infinite spin.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 1ST, 2020 Anno Domini @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Rocked out of my mind while listenin’ to Grateful Dead #JustTheJams on youTube link @https://youtu.be/c8O3BfgruDk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?