#FAKENEWS CATS FIX OVERPOPS

#FAKENEWS CATS FIX OVERPOPS

by Richard Joseph Stephan·Wednesday, July 25, 2018

That which you don’t know will neither hurt you nor cause consternation in future shocks

Biting your back or leg while you’re wide awake, being the shreds of a cat’s man-prey hocks

Better to be eaten while alive or choked out with a jaw grab even a Cro-Magnon would love

I digress into a world of some distorted perception, enculturated, astigmatic prism above.

Persuading the children of the ignorant and the privileged punks and miscreants who breed

Species of the #HighHopes and #WetDreams peculiar to the genome, who pretend to be seed

Of a creator of this universe, the personage or thing that is immortal and weird special effects

Images that flash before your blinded eyes, past your wrinkled skin-bag of calcified bone sex.

This place in Space, right here and now at this Time, presence of Being that is divinity’s DNA

Until squirmin’ evolves into a phobia of locomotion, ad infinitum, to Be LIGHT’s alpha seed

Bones getting crunched and pulled to pieces while snorting a toot of me, a killer kitty’s prey

In a jungle, concrete street or earthen trails between chlorophyll cans of plants, Jimsonweed.

Putting you in the place in space that you were meant to be in, the nature of the universe I am

You have no choice or free will, God is closer to nothing at all than you might think, say again

You are the product of the Void that’s always been the matrix of the historical record of men

Scraps and leftovers under empty skies above and below us, I am an imaginary monkey man.

At night, be afraid and full of crippling fear, hide in a dark corner of a cave without a hot fire

Freezing cold, shivering without the fur of the ones who were here before the naked ape liar

Recording #FakeNews as the historical record for descendants of the ancestors’ laws and lies

What’s left over from Mother Earth’s wet, son of a beach, she cuts God’s nuts, then she dies.

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r j j stephan, i { header’s my #PinkPanther who used to be fun but now’s black & hungry! }

c. July 25, 2018 Wednesday @ 10:10 AM PDT

{ drafted while listenin’ to Eagles on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--rAINTn2TE&index=5&list=RDC9nIvPb1WQ8 }

"IMMACULATE ACID MATRIX" #PiNK fPERFECT DNA I AIN'T

#FiddleSaws #HillbillyBones 

IMMACULATE ACID MATRIX, #P!nk fPERFECT DNA I AIN’T

by Richard Joseph Stephan·Tuesday, July 24, 2018

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For some mysterious reason, I’m here right now when that was the plan all along, #Way

A dream that lasts from the conception to the deceased soul of mating gametes of the day

One being containing the complete dimensional Void inherited from Eve and Adam One

Hurried a bit too soon, before I stocked up on the meat and potatoes, eat it all, you’re done.

Coming before I could get my drawers down but no worries, no pain, no gain, win the fights

That’s not the way to procreate the species’ specific descendants of the inheritance of a dude

None of us know the reason why you and I go tete a tete back and forth ad infinitum, it’s rude

But it’s all we have and it’s seized in a secret Occult heart full of data, insignificant data bytes.

Vision, vibration of sounds, ready to smell, taste and to what end, just for an ice cream cone

Just a pretender you are, I say that when you’re overtired and out of Time’s antimatter bone

True love provided and engaged on a case by case basis, always ready to indulge selflessly

With nobody else but me and me shadow, always with me and always with us all, endlessly.

Getting wild eyed and bushy tailed is what it takes to force the survival of the fittest life

Atoms, molecules of the elements, gas, liquid and solid, forms of matter cut by a knife

May everything that’s not nailed down evaporate and disintegrate the DNA code scoop

To be two of the same kind is a walkin’ contradiction, it can’t be true in a john b sloop.

Delete a letter, a word or a thought is easy as pie when you’re as ignorant as a top banana

What do you know, what does anybody know, nothing, that’s right, nobody knows nothing

For certain, that is indubitably true beyond a reasonable doubt, pound that way down home

Holy water blessed my head, crossed my heart, dotted my eyes, I don’t care, I’m DNActing.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 23, 2018 @ 10:10 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to P!nk #F**kin' Perfect (Explicit Version) & a plethora of her #HITS CD link @ https://youtu.be/ocDlOD1Hw9k }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

"HIGHER THAN A RIVER'S BED {G}" #FakeNews NOT NOW, UNLESS YOU WANNA...

HIGHER THAN A RIVER’S BED {G}

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, July 23, 2018

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Gangs’ violence and the gods get along just fine, stayin’ alive in memory, surviving solo souls

Separated from their twins at childbirth, three fourths of the living will die in dirt-full holes

If you think that it’s better that you don’t cause the end of your world nor someone else’s ego

Avoid words that express blaming and faulting of the ones that you address, respect the flow.

In the know of the ignorance of our fathers and mothers who felt the bliss of living in the pain

From the labor in fields n’ factories, consuming the affairs of mankind’s all too humane sting

You could worry as if you’ve a choice to repair the harm done, as perceived or forget about it

Save your heartbeats for the important things like breathing in and out deeply, Be a rivulet.

There is no choice for water but to move with the flow and work around obstacles to the sea

Where everything on Earth returns, eventually in one form or another, skull, bones and dust

Peculiar sightings on a screen back-light and a naked form of occult science in your fecal glee

As if there’s a reason to consume and exhume matter other than ‘just because’ dying’s a must.

Please do not insult my ego or my id and call me what I am, all too human big heads’ eyes

Communicate with the flashing lights, advancing and receding shapes in and out of dreams

Awakened from being asleep in this dream, coast west to east shinin’ lights invade my skies

Pretend that your mother and father, professors, tutors and your Self revealed, God creams.

Now, here your are again, trying to complete a mission that’s impossible, appear to disappear

Which you’ll do, whether or not there’s a heaven or a wild, punishing hell, easy as a cold beer

Away from the ground, bones buried, crushed into the stardust’s data stream of solar flares

A lot of things, in a myriad of shapes, forms, to see and touch, to smell, to taste the grey hairs.

Let the missiles fly to the remainder of Tigris and Euphrates, Mississippi and Missouri flow

Pussycats and rabid canines foam ‘cause they’re full of diseased bacteria in a viral playground

Putting DNA at the mercy of mutated RNA is the beginning, the end you’ll be, species’ extinct

Don’t close both of your eyes, you may be nuked by zealots today, It may end, eh? blink-182.

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r j j stephan, i { “G” in header signifies: #Gnosis Gnosis }

c. July 23, 2018 AnnoDomini @ 4:44 AM PST

{ written while sleepin’ in bed with my #Muse who is attached to my #Kundalini and of course, listenin’ to blink-182 #AnotherGirlAnotherPlanet & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hcKpfhJoeHQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?