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THE TOADS, GETTING THE CREATOR'S FREAK-ON

RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN·THURSDAY, APRIL 13, 20176 Reads

Don't say that! Say this and say it this way so you may be understood by the ones who supply ignorance at a bar Just because you think you're so pretty, just because you think you're so smart, you may be or maybe you're not Abortion providers forced extinction of species, it's a dead philosophy of the alien DNA from another star's bride Don't think that a species which survived centuries of adverse survival conditions would commit species-cide?

It's natural selection to be One with the empty space left over by the Big Bang that murdered it's singularity debris A spot, tiny fake dots on the Philistine's operations from above and so below this dead star's dust of carcass' key Ones that came before and after you all a part of the plan, a design to keep the space between gas balls empty Furry, skinny bones exposed to the dust in the wind, all of the whole shebang from One animated God, rock free.

Call and fall before you even knew that you had a free choice to come and go like superpeople called Toads A free will to do what you please, restricted by morality and ethics of the culture's wisdom to keep the species Right here and right now, not an artifact in the ground for someone or something to run over down the road The Toads took over from the Hatfields, the Mccoys and the Dukes of Hazzard and now, rebels rule all 7 seas.

by r j j stephan, I ( severed umbilical chord from dream matrix @ oh ten thirty, on time delivery, #FedEx #Zapmail ) c. April 13, 2017 @ 11:11 AM PST @Fedex #FedEx pays! ( written while listenin' intently to @GratefulDead #BoxOfRain on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/EIHySCL-puM?list=R... )

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W.W.A.R.D.?

A BLUE (c)TRIUMPH MOTORCYCLE, FISTFUL OF KNUCKLEHEADS & A #TRUMP ACE OF CLUBS

W.W.A.R.D.?  Nothing.  Period.  A BLUE (c)TRIUMPH MOTORCYCLE, FISTFUL OF KNUCKLEHEADS & A #TRUMP ACE OF CLUBS
                                                                                                   

RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN·WEDNESDAY, APRIL 12, 201723 Reads

I've got back-up ready to give my argument legs, to make the unmoved mover activate it's holy, infinite glutes Even God's got muscle to move the inanimate objects that spin and twirl around in our matrix, our rockin' world Amazed by the empty, deep, dark hole filled with the soul and grace of a legend, an artifact playin' the flutes What you see's what you get, what you think, you will what you want, debatable flaws, Eve's mortal stranglehold.

In the spirit of the almighty being revealing everything that the #ChiComs require to allow us to be master of Chi It's a KungFu issue of wisdom versus BlindChessmen following orders of ignoramus kings in charge of queens Standard shifting of Light of Enlightenment back to the Darkness of the dark ages before Golden Rule scree Gradual movement from the cool, the blue cold to the red hot taste of fire and momentary lapses, dead scenes.

I could not make anything up from scratch so I started at the foundation of thought, logic and being rational As we're persuaded that it's been a struggle for survival of the fittest of species, within and without, gong a bell Ringin' in your ears, repeating the same old song, over and over again until you memorized the gist of the pun Whistlin' the melody 'cause you forgot the words to the poem, on the right key or wrong, damages are done.

The actual origin of the story has the potential of ending the grand illusion which glues the system's row of ducks There's a DNA atom from nowhere, magic split the atom into two equal pieces of the mirror-image one original Turned into this thing itself on another side, over the rainbow near Oz, specially invented Adam's delicious apple Melted my chocolate factory and holy works of my dreams, everything's goin' downhill where God's core sucks.

Pops called me a punk 'cause I hung out with poor deadend boys, I think he was jealous, his dad was mean #FourCorners Tag, rules our own, #KickTheCan with boundaries of alleys and gangways between our own digs Grown from 6 to 18 then boom...fired by canon into the free world, the free market, to be free, now loving liberty A Roman Catholic analysis of the Truth through Sophistry's sophistication of language, STFU motto of the free.

For real or just for the sheets and giggles you get from pullin' the legs of legs of the serious, 'til they get upset Pretending to be someone of the culture, not in the culture when you use all comfort the culture offers, in spades That is difficult but not impossible from the swimming pool on the coast in Malibu, life paid, death awaiting debt Soul searching for help when doom and gloom becomes my own nemesis, 'til the last drop & the music fades.

On my bad motor scooter to ride the blacktop's coastal One, Mexico to Canada in a week, Chautauqua of me Talked it over within a thousand miles until the ones stopped on my odometer, frozen and at ones 11,111, a key To what I didn't know before and cannot ever recall even a hint being given by anyone, I'm sayin' nobody knew Name of TRUMP's just (c)TRIUMPH without an I or an H, a win-win situation, #Hogs #Knuckleheads #TRUMP

by r j j stephan, I c. April 11, 2017 @11:11 AM PST ( written while listenin' to I’m listening to: KFBK FM & AM ♫ @iHeartRadio https://www.iheart.com/live/kfbk-fm... )