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DEPOSITS WITHOUT RETURN

BY Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, October 14, 2018

A pocket full of silver dollars, #HardWork mined out of the ore in Sierra’s #Oro ground Down inside the holes made by the atomic bombs blown down to the center, soul-core Pretending to be the joker who is the First Cause of the Earth planet’s #Hole, bored Knowing that it is coming makes no difference in the long run, caput is all goin’ down. Shooting bullets with the loaded gunpowder in a sanguine St. Valentine’s Day massacre Doesn’t do the end of a #DeepState any justice at all, you and I won’t witness it in any case It’s a fool’s paradise and we all get a short ride on a fast train, before you know it, it’s over Stuck in a middle with you and the other jokers means nothing to anyone but a dog face. Stick your ticket in the slot, pretend it’s not your rent or your baby’s formula, gettin’ to win That’s all that counts, even if you lose a hundred to win twenty back, in the end it’ll all begone Nobody wins, everybody but the #House loses the #EarnedCash, Household of immortal sin What joke of a game can a One foist upon its own creation, #YourDaddy’s rules to live long. It’s no picnic on the park or the court benches, either you sleep in the sun, homeless bent Or you commute from your mansion to the super courthouse, to work the law of a Godsend Guys voted in and guys behind the guys voted in all combine for the #Incubi that pretend To be or not to be ain’t the only question, it’s an illusion like #Superman being Clark Kent. Brilliant disguises mean only that One may deceive the minions for eras, centuries of deceit In the words written by a Deadman or three, in foreign languages that died with the old boys Utter devastation or elation combine for the effulgence of bric-a-brac you love and need it #JustWin Bulls, Bears, Cubs, White Sox, Blackhawks, home of bad smells, Chicago, Illinois. by r j j  stephan, i

c. #ROCKTOBER 14, 2018 @ 9:11 AM PST {drafted watchin’ 12 MovieScenes @ https://youtu.be/01sy410NaUU  & #PartDeux @ https://youtu.be/iEOBouFE7X8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

THIS GUY'S EYE is SOMEWHERE ON A BEACH IN KAUAI, HAWAII & YOU?

THE WRAITH.  WHO?  INDEED

 by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Saturday, October 13, 2018

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Numbers and points in space make LOVE timing all wrong, drawin’ bent lines, playin’ tricks

Mathematically certain that the logic will prevail with or without two cents of human chicks

Ones that turned into the many and think about linear formulations of reality’s faux matrix

Questions without answers still being asked as if it matters, you love me, you want me, dicks!

I mean nothing by the words used as name-calling and shaming the ones whom the shoes fit

Other than the persecution of embarrassment for being a superlative rear-void, matter of fact

Just hold on, keep your pants on, there’s a fire but nothing will burn down, it’s fireproof scat

Apparently the opened eyes, wide opened, has caused the Truth to be uncovered for a wee bit.

In other words, whether you’ve thought about it or not, begin to wonder about your purpose

You will find that you have none, not even a clue about your ultimate purpose, except our rot

Turning to dust or staying in the formaldehyde casket until a black hole reverses, god-am plot

Consciousness locked into a tail spin, then a head spin, then just evolving the revolving boys.

Mothers can’t do anything other than hatch the eggs, they have no behavior control over God

That which they bear from the womb is the product of either divine or random DNA blood

North to South pole matters not one byte, all rocky and blue beautiful, animated second blow

Played in the mess and the cesspools of seven wonders, found somewhere over a rainbow.

An image burned upon your and my retina from a childhood encounter with a UFO, my dad’s

He got out of a cigar-shaped spaceship floated over and said, “Launchpads are on a bonfire!”

“What?” I responded as I got up, moving to finale, exit stage left, spun yo-yo n’ Frisbee fads

My inner confidence overwhelmed both me and the shadow of my former self, I was ‘Dying’.

Then I watched It, the big star get closer as if I was speeding, increasing velocity, infinite Ga

I either got smaller or the sun got bigger but I got those 93 million miles under my red wings

There was nothing left, no hands or feet, no head or torso, not a conscious thought’s holy idea

I can’t and you won’t remember, inhumane torture impossible to recall, beaten up, she sings.

All relatives, friends, mates and lovers totally disappeared from conscious awareness, not sin

Like a magic spell was cast, I was discombobulated beyond doubt, tried to sneak an attic kiss

There were lies told and truths hidden in caves from the product of this solar event, dreamin’

Event horizon’s the final place, ripped space’s fabric, divinity’s magic origins, it is, what it is.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 13, 2018 @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to DELUXE @FleetwoodMac #GoYourOwnWay #Everywhere & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DubafeFeJ7Y }

 

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