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#SnowOnTheRoof #DoYourThingYall

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

 

When the time comes for silence and no reason to express yourself any longer, moot it

Nobody including your only friend can listen to the Truth, over again, ad infinitum fit

No comfort from above or below this apparent globule of rock and filth, waste desserts

Tightened up in the middle of the core, ready to explode into #SuperNova, God flirts.

With the human girls and women who are discontented with the seed of Adam n’ Cain

Mating with the two first guys, one being a prototype and the other the yoke of an egg

That is all you need to know about why this world, this reality, your and my perception

Is a fog that cannot be seen through to any other side, in the dark or the light, reverend.

High priest-philosophers #Apedom kingdom best paws forward, stuck-up in spiders webs

Nobody is going to get out of here and now alive, with or without a soul, animate holy Zeus

For no other reason than to hunt, kill, eat, mate, hunt, kill, eat, devil-dog sleeps until it dies

Watch television? Listen to #TalkRadio? Play games on the internet’s #WorldWideWeb?

Finally near the finale and the structure erected on an invisible foundation of holographics

Forms and shapes of the things themselves which we refer to with language, to be a human

Without the awareness of the way to communicate the culture, we are as the rats’ve become

Our fortune from Hollywood, California to New York, New York is not luck, Cosmos is sick.

Pain and suffering from the first hurting, cut nerves, damages nerves, demented old mind

Thinking with logic and reason for the sake of the World, to be the voice of a species’ kind

Survival of the most fit with the most variation in skills and ability to assimilate a ho, jackass

It is after all’s said and done, my human genome moving upon Earth, in #TwilightZone pass.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 8-1-2018 Mercredi @ 13:40 hours

{ DRAFTED in 26 minutes TODAY & jammin’ on the #OldenDaze of my youth #ExpressYourself #SillyLittleGirl 📷 Charles Wright & the Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band - Topic Published on Jan 23, 2017 #YAllDoIt https://youtu.be/p_j4J1WKzXI & https://youtu.be/cZ_p66zi7hU }

#BecomeDebtFreeNow
#WWARD ?

#BoyzRoundHereDontGAF @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

SHOVIN’ IT DOWN YOUR #PVC PIPE

 

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Tuesday, July 31, 2018

 

Push it down to the bottom of the pit where the light never shines, a Form’s Matter core

Nothing left inside the middle of the thing’s being, just like you, Earth’s a place to bore

From the birth to the death of the things themselves to the matrix of stone bullet holes

A God before everything, the Zeus, the Ra, the Jehovah, the Ala, Zoroastrian’s controls.

Behavior of the men and women who survive the birth and childhood of mankind, is the gods

How we act, God-like, as a creator of you and I and everything else would do, not devil-dogs

Mean and nasty, evil and bad beings that want to kill and eat you, like the prey on barbecue

Fish from the rivers, from the sea and the animated forms of amoeba to woman, asleep, fool.

It seems as if you’re not in a dream, you are, it seems like this cartoon’s a surreal spirit’s rally

Remember the feeling of being conceived, born or even the first time going to sleep at night

{...in a thin, bed blanket or your empty, vacuumed tent in a parking garage or gangway alley }

Cooling the core that’s as white hot as the almighty Hydrogen burst above, in time for a Nova

Your life, relatives, friends, the things you hold dear are our vortex’s holy G&A Spray System.

It’s on fire with reasons why you shouldn’t be afraid to watch life die, to kill for Christ’s sake

Alternatives to a ritual of awakening from sleep to returning to a somnambulistic mind fake

Those options do not exist, you either live on Earth or you die on Earth, no heaven/hell pool

No high water above your head while you’re stuck in the river’s rapids, drinkin’ Alps’ drool.

The boys around here think they know it all, then an emergency comes out of nowhere’s sect

Naturally, they hide until they think their personal safety’s secure, how they serve and protect

I might be higher than the snow on the Zermatt Matterhorn yet I see the clear light’s shadows

Before the Word, before the animation of an #UnmovedMover’s seeds, my Good’s Evil blows.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 31, 2018 Tuesday @ 9:11 AM PST

*Header photo attributed to the author/artist/photographer c. Paa Joe with a sandal coffin in collaboration with Regula Tschumi for the Kunstmuseum Berne 2006 link @ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paa_Joe#/media/File:Paa_Joe_mit_Sandalettensarg_2006.jpeg }

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Cr_sPj-XbUs }

*Header Video is #WhosOnFirst @Abbot&Costello - *Header photo attributed to the author/artist/photographer c. Paa Joe with a sandal coffin in collaboration with Regula Tschumi for the Kunstmuseum Berne 2006 link @ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paa_Joe#/media/File:Paa_Joe_mit_Sandalettensarg_2006.jpeg }

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Cr_sPj-XbUs }

W.W.A.R.D.?

@Warmheartedness #StandUpForYourRights #DontGiveUpTheFight

DOGTAGS & KICKED-LOCKED JAWS

by Richard Joseph Stephan· Monday, July 30, 2018

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Kicked me in the face while I was alive, conscious and perceiving the boot in my mouth

Horror of the wondering why I couldn’t move and defend my life was metabolized forth

UFO in your mind’s eye is not Anonymous pretending to be a DzWikileaks bury the lead

I am not what I was the day before my father impregnated my mother, mind-eye’s freed.

Psychological and physiological in the metaphysical complication, chaos is Us AND Them

“X” indictment as a co-conspirator with aliens from an Anonymous, nano-planetary system

Perfection in the empty sewer that the men made to empty the uber-wasted mastication flow

In the meat and potatoes of the carnivore and the nut salads of the herbivore, fed naked ape.

From a lump of DNA in a microscopic cell, comes a con-man entertainer-joker, a daft diddler

A builder, a mason who manufactures wealth out of debt, transforms the dead to the good life

All of us on this planet, third form in space from the glowing ball of flame way-gone, afar, sir

I did it, questioned everything and took no prisoners, nobody gets a pass, not even your wife.

Stinking from the dead and gone, not their skin and bones but their ideas, their handwriting

Suddenly, you’re entire block of housing and urban development is infested by a rat packing

Not the chumming crooners of yesterday’s Las Vegas, Nevada, friends of the Roosevelt dime

Movement of the Unmoved Mover means, the Earth spins, revolves and calculates the Time.

Copy and paste this link and you will be stung by the #PowersThatBe not God but the Man

You know who I’m referring to by the designated moniker “the Man” and if you don’t, tough

Life is like that so since you can’t always get what you want, this Truth, you at least will laugh

Like there’s no tomorrow, ‘cause soon, there won’t be for you, for me, it’s a dream Peter Pan!

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 30, 2018 Monday @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Jimmy Church on Coast to Coast AM #Wikileaks #BarrettBrown link @ https://www.coasttocoastam.com/ } #C2C #F2B  #CoastToCoastAM #Wikileaks @BarrettBrown

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W.W.A.R.D.?