#LowTimes #HighsAndLows #HeightOfAbsurdity

WE ON THE AIR, A DILEMMA VOID?
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 16, 2018

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This isn’t a moving picture it is reality, it is the thing itself in front of imaginary faces

What’s wrong with that? Nothing at all. It’s a matter of being without you, no traces

Something is missing from the puzzle, my Void is Emptiness, as it should be, if only I

Am the One who makes it become what it is and always will be, this here weird blue sky.

Sometimes cloudy and sometimes clear as the diamonds and sapphires, divinity’s bone

To see the face of the goddess who was there at the origin of the Big Bang’s atom hoarder

Whether you are a present, former or future POTUS # 45 - Donald J. Trump’s spy/clone

This world is in a better place now for you, for me and for the beggars at our holy border.

There once was a razor that was so sharp it could cut itself on its own stoned consciousness

In and out of the reality of the present on the planet’s surface, in or out of our minds’ bliss’

Unhealthy air to walk and run around in, go ahead have your lungs blowout my own wildfires

Jumping out of this place in space where morons fear to go, you see what I do, funeral pyres.

There’s no surprise when your number’s up, when your name’s called, you ain’t deaf, dumb

You and I will gasp our last breath in our lungs to make our blood pump oxygen in the dump

We call it home, our life, our gift from the creator’s universe, occult #Isis or fallen #Osiris
#Zeus’ nature as above, so below, gods are NOT dead, immortal brothers on a magic bus.

It’s for me to know and for you to find out, just not a concern to the immortals, O2 gargle

Don’t need the air, alive in the outer space emptiness of the Void around the blue marble

Modify the scavenger class, the beggar class, weed out the workers from the freeloaders

Beggars become the grafters of the 21st century, have kids, they’re not his, they’re hers.

Eve’s children or whoever began this evolutionary survival mechanism, kids are all alright

Kids are alright, they learn no ethical guidance to the good, the bad or the ugly prize-fight

Herd the punks in line, straight, narrow paths from chaos to nirvana’s leapin’ blind faith

Big cities and small towns on the way to a rendering plant, ground #humeat for a #wraith.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 16, 2018 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST #BreatheIn & soon you will not #BreathOut

{ drafted in a vacuous void with a curvaceous one while listenin’ to the mighty Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE GETTIN’ ready to go out in the #SmokeOnTheWater @ https://youtu.be/zUwEIt9ez7M }

 W.W.A.R.D. ??

#WeGotYourSix #Branded #Tattood

GOIN' DOWN?

 

666

CONSCIENCE, SCIENCE & A SIGH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 13, 2018

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I love California and it burned down last weekend, many innocent men and women died

Bones and the remains the intent of the cadaver dogs of natural war, on a spark plug ride

Transformers, utility cables with Marconi’s electricity, leakin’ natural sunburn, divine air

People run, people disappeared into thin air, underground, underworld, under the radar.

Compared to a moment ago y’all appear to be identical, as above, so below, we was/were

Past, present and future collide right in front of my lyin’, blind eyes and distorted audio fur

In or out of my ears and far away from understanding why this happens to Humans’ Spirit

Indeed, I forgot church last week, missed the service, all my fault that heaven sent the hurt.

This is not a rupture of your scantily clad monkey fur or the direction of a suffering idiot

It is the perfectly phrased noise meaning nothing at all, dream alive and dream dead bolt

A lock on the gate that you may not enter until your last breath, if then, maybe not below

It may be that the space outside of this planet’s bubble is an empty void without any glow.

For the sake of brevity, if you must, remove yourself to the boudoir and the mother-lode

Into the unconscious dream state of alpha, beta or Zappa, become ranch #Dead #Mothers

Cursed from first to the last blink of eyes, jumpin’ to wild conclusions, a retrograde mode

Cause of the First Mover is as unknown as is a DNA pool of your great, dead grandfathers.

Soon enough, you’ll remember this day at least since it appears to be happening, gone too far

I, on the other hand have forgotten this moment already, burnin’ hot flame made in holy Hell

Where the smoke engulfed my lungs, even close to the ground that melted below me, I’m tar

Unqualified to be an immortal being, there is a consequence to the mortality ride, dumbbell!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 13, 2018 AD @ 10:10 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to the Grateful Dead #FriendOfTheDevil & HITS I lifted off youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XacvydVrhuI }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DispatchHelpMe #GodHelpMe #ForgetAboutIt

#CAMP #WILDFIRE #CONSCIENCE

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 15, 2018

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Fake tales about what never happened anywhere in the universe, it’s your life’s spit

What to expectorate and what to swallow are the only two choices that will save us

False statements and #FakeNews are inherently evil while alive, gods of the Dead Sea

Wander from coast to coast and pole to pole, island hop and dive deep down to be.

Miracles and tragedies are one and the same thing when you get really Far Out man

Seriously speaking and without appearing to fear the nature of the Truth, god human

It is my prerogative to speculate upon the nature of Being, of our own life and death

A procedure of action, cause and effect of the movement of the diminished bad breath.

In the end as it was in the beginning, there was nothing, is nothing and will be same

Holy crisis’ cross pretending to be the saver of the genome’s code, Fire, Ice and Fame

It turns the matter into the stuff of dreams’ work, where movies and reality are One

Meaning that without you and I nor anyone else, there’s no Good here and now son.

There is a little bad and little bit of ugly behind your eyes, blinded by light gestation

Look into the mirror but that is not your Self, but it is an image of light transmission

Extinction of every animated digger and crawler and the cave dwellers wall scratch

Hunters killin’ the meat for the soup, consume the dead to stay alive, let’s play catch.

This won’t ring any bells for you but you may read this over and over again, program

Perfection of the wobbling hundred and fifty thousand jewels is immanent, we’re spam

See nothing over here or there, see no evil spelled backward, recollect your conscience

Guy is only an accoutrements to throw guys in the dead sea, we just said, Nonsense!

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOWVEMBER ONE-FIVE, 2018 AD @ 9:11 AM

{ drafted while listenin’ to Cheech and Chong in honor of my father who loved those 2 boys, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/kqkKUBlux_Q }

 nb. #GraceOfInnocents #Fire #Ice #Void

W.W.A.R.D.?