#SettingYouStraightInTwentyOneEight @Armstrong&Getty #Armstrong&Getty #FakeNews

#GOOGLE #GOD, HOLY SH! #BTTW

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Richard Joseph Stephan · c.Friday, October 5, 2018

 

Scales have never been tilted in any “Thing’s” favor, before or after your placenta/afterbirth

After you get off of this planet, you won’t be alive, it’s not my fault, just layin’ raw, blood truth

Like your daddy did when he claimed that your ma should give up her personal voided scree

It’s making time, without showin’ the lead/gold It may have stolen/earned, tax-less and free.

God in heaven is actually all in the mind of the “All Too Human” hippocampus or cortex

Understanding and Knowledge’s Wisdom are vacant notions from the abyss’ infinite vortex

It ain’t my fault that I put two plus two together and get four either, landsakes beer’s in kegs

My notion of popes and dictators is not a bridge over troubled water, it’s a leap of my legs.

If you think a cartoon character of a dream state in the mind of an LSD dosed USAF veteran

You have no concept of the reality of this or that that happened to your ancestors, all in Sin

The Mortal Sin of this place in space at this moment in time is that your ancestors killed God

I am not in this mix of chaos for the trip of just havin’ something to do, Buddah’s the hotrod.

For the love of money and the kiss of death, my heart and soul are invisible in a tiny chimera

Surprised that there was even a glimmer of light in the pitch black gangway, come on lady

Deeper than purple before the black, deep down inside the empty vacuum, oh my, oh Mama

Not “His” and not “Hers” but “It’s” the nature of the #Beast, easy my man/woman, my baby!

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r j j stephan, i

c. October 5, 2018 @ Friday 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the mighty Jim Bohannon idol speculation talk show from 4-6 AM PST on Talk 650 KSTE then onto the mighty Armstrong & Getty 6-10 AM PST }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlueDiamondEarthJewel #WeAreCausedByANut #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

IBM CRUCIFIED, HANDS ON DECK

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Thursday, October 4, 2018

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Which international business machines will bring Ends to apostasy’s rules of an engagement

Lying about Earth’s position in the pantheon of Cosmic soup, Chicago Cubs’ gone home, sent

Where is the place in Outer-Space, here on Earth from the Past’s presence or any future Time

This Humanity conceived from gametes, miraculously survive gestation birth, I drop a dime.

If you happen to be born on the planet as either René Descartes or Buddah, you’re high above

Where you and I get to read and share this One thought that we’re all joker-loner white doves

Nobody’s outside of this planet’s atmosphere other than possible UFO’s that use light’s speed

A dead man, Frederich Nietzsche opined on the Nature of a #Beast within, Adam’s evil seed.

Overlook Truth, that #Religion charges humanity with sins, mortal, immortal, do unto you

Your being, sense of Self, your bundle of memories is not only imaginary misery but divine

Princes’ princesses born to queens and kings of gold buried in the star dirt, black and blue

Earth, the planet, where life grows from the ground, what’s left of the burned out soul hole.

Crying out loud or screaming your breath, your wind to the nothingness of being, vacuumed

Pertaining to the day prior to your conception by your gamete donors, that’s the rub, Zoomed

Magnified or miniaturized in minds of orphans and the destitute refuse of civilization, God is

Dead only because God was not only never ANIMATED, never an ANIMAL but also, Void Is.

I’m not the only one who believes Nothing but wait, I AM the only ONE, existence’s essence

There is a Way down the middle path, I am on that road, you may or may not be, no worries

Look away from your problems, world or personal and realize you’re gonna die too, any time

Any day or night for any number of reasons, intentional or accidental malfunction into slime.

An epic tale in the middle of the evolution of being creating the end of a star’s event horizon

You’re bored to tears with your face’s mirrored image, getting wrinkled, sunken, all shrunken

Inside your mind, where the recollection of the essence resides, the lion sleeps, hungry, God

Species’ extinction’s under a magic carpet, sky cried God, mob justice ruled, I drag a hotrod.

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r j j stephan, i { “I’d promise you forever if I could...I’d do it over and over again...We ain’t gittin’ outta this love alive! ‘til we’re pusshin’ up daisies baby!” -- The Brothers Osborne }

c. ROCKTOBER 4, 2018, Thursday @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to The Brothers Osborne #PushinUpDaisies & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0}

W.W.A.R.D.

#YoureSoBloodyVain #EyeAmToo #LetsRide #DownToTheRiverside

RUMBLE WITH A RAMBLE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 3, 2018

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The light uncovers the darkness and allows the nature of the beasts to be known, heart & soul

A tasted sweet and sour in a saucer of flightless poultry indicating nothing about poetry’s goal

Makin’ it clear that you cannot write a long story of fiction, true only in the mind of my fans

Which never has nor ever will exist due to the unacceptable nature of being adored by a herd.

It’s not my fault that humans can’t just read words and not think more than the meaning of it

Dreamin’ that you’re in a Hollywood movie and that’s a crazy enough thing but you’re a star

Inconvenient yet inviolate truth, naked to the world I was which included this loco universe

One which appears to be normal and calm at one moment and then spills the chaos curse.

Some type of punishment for being independent in thought, disobedient to a creator’s hehl

It’s not my fault but you can take the inherited blame of the ancestors who ate an apple #dud

It was a predictable temptation to want to be as smart as God and Forbidden Apple’s caramel

You have no idea what’s going on and you’re too proud to beg about the facts, sinkin’ in mud.

Suddenly, dang skippy Ms. #NetNeutraliy, back home in Chicago, something is far from loco

But they don’t live there in the city any longer, if your broken heart and diabolic soul know’d

It’s the process that counts, it’s the journey not the destination and that’s the Truth bein’ told

Families n’ congregations, The herd circling an open bonfire, struggle for survival’s net zero.

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r j j Stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 3, 2018 Wednesday @ 11:11 AM PST

{ written while listenin to some #HITS like @BillyPreston #AroundInCircles on #Chronic youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ghj5V5cUo1s }

#TotalEclipseOfYourSons

 #CloudsInMyCoffeeToo

#WWARD.?