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Monday, November 02, 2020

#TakeItDownANotch & #SlowYourPhqnRoll

TOP OF THE WORLD TO HANG10
by
Richard Joseph Stephan
Lundi BLOVEMBER 2nd, 2020 @ 3:33 PM 
An accidental collision of GAS burst you into existence for momentary lapses of rational days
What it is and it’s reason for being alive are so occult that even magicians have a dead word
Spells from bygone witches and warlocks aren’t workin’ any more, no end to souls in a daze
Commitment and a sacrosanct obligation to the Species Genome, one for all, all for one bird.
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It’s all in the gumbo my friend, what swam in the ocean and succumbed to the dead & gone
Through our gullets, all of them, pets and friends are not safe in the end, eating is everything
Munching the grain and devouring the dead and gone, sipping the fruit of a sweet, wine vine
From Tuscon to Tipperary & everywhere in between you move step by step to the box pine.
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One to a hundred years, here & gone in a NY minute, for the physicians and PhD’s to hobos
Nobody knows, you don’t know but you take a leap of blind faith as your guide to a red rose
Which is right? Who knows Truth besides the Pope and the President? It’s DNA, acid man!
It’s a mystery for a reason, you don’t want to awaken in the middle of the dream to scream.
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Monkeys, we categorized our form, not as innocent or bright but we appear related to One
God or gods of the pantheon of pathos and plays of days and nights, rotating roulette gun
Six chambers of your mental pictures to go through, frame by frame from start to finish
Amazed and quantified the qualities within, an outburst of Heat and the Burn of the Fish!
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With or without you and me, this apparently remains solvent and free, life goes on to be lie
Just skip the ‘F’ and you got the message, feel like we see and feel here, on a grounded high
Life and it’s proximity to the sound of Lie is no coincidence, the sacred hearts beat as a One
Seventh son, I am One and you are as well, it’s not your choice, it is what it is and that is All.
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by
r j j stephan, i
c. MONDAY, BLOWVEMBER 2nd, 2020 A.D. @ 0711 hours
{ Jammed in stoned, cold silence yet hummin’ this song in my head to the beat of the mind I call God’s #Beachboys link @ https://youtu.be/af2rY1bmfZM }
https://www.youtube.com/embed/32ZMEQLaf1k
I don't wanna die but you know, WTF #StreetsOfFireRule
 
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

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