#ProfilesToDiscourage #FakeNews @FakeNews

A CRUNCH, A BANG & REX’ DREAM*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 18, 2018

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Concrete shoes on my feet when you checked me out to the lake, a drop, empty bag of bones

Gangs banged the holes in the walls of the rubber green plants with their apple cellphones

Some died young and some are still alive close to a century thanks to my Hippocratic Oath

A vow of the witch doctor, shaman awakened with salves and concoctions, pills after birth.

Compared to yesterday, tomorrow will be late as today is a bit too early, a First Cause move

For no good or evil reason, from a constant mass of Origin fusion comin’ in a smooth groove

As if we were never here at all, no feet on this ground of being, no hands in action, clear skin

Recorded historical language on sheepskin and tree paper pulp, gone in a forest fire’s burnin’.

Suddenly, before anyone is aware of what’s happening, the hot fire turns to frozen ice, again

It appears and disappears like prestidigitation of my forefathers, slight of hand keep it sane

You don’t know like I know what it’s like to be told one thing and it’s misunderstood as lies

So sad these old men and women who lived before us didn’t know the purpose of Life of Man.

Ignorance is propagated by the deceivers who rule the roosts of civilization, far inner Space

Idiots and intellectual genii have mutated the genome into an adaptable bag of a boned face

Perception, intellectual indoctrination and broken i-Rules of Engagement, fit survival’s sake

Cool as it is, your moment of being down with love on a blue marble’s all “News of the Fake.”

Sun burns the life, melts the rock, annihilates the moments of time and puts the zero in Void

Queens and singers record speculation on what it is, why we’re here and when to move next

All of it on the record to read in the babble of the towers that leaked the secrets of Pink Floyd

First or last, #BigBang #BigCrunch #Unknown’s solid chocolate creeps, Dreamweaver’s sex.

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r j j stephan, i * {I ain’t} *

c. BLOVEMBER 18, 2018 A.D. @ 12:00 noon high PM

{ drafted in the rock and stone left by a #BigBang of a #BigBandInTheSky & listenin’ to the mighty Stephen Hawking’s 1991 #ABriefHistoryOfTime link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MtvcwvByR8 & jammin’ on Nickelback Brasil https://youtu.be/j4y-RzVGrHg }

  W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoYouWannaGetDown? @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #InSlowMotion

BITIN’ MY NAILS, HAMMER DOWN!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 18, 201

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If only I could turn into stone and have someone chip my rock into sitting, thinking schtick

Call it nothing but sediment from the Big Bang or granite from the calcified gas magic trick

Making this humanity out of nothing is a miracle, you’ve got to conjecture, PS. divine unseen

Hee Haw accidental boiling of gas and a Supernova pinch of Space’s & Time’s country queen.

My feet won’t be up at the end, they’ll be toes up but I won’t be anything but skin and bone

It’s not my fault, don’t blame me for seeing the scat right in front of my eyes, my headstone

My name that my parents gave me is etched into the granite to let nobody know I was here

Just like old #Kilroy I am guilty of leavin’ my trace of breath-fogged window of hu-man fear.

Singular or plural entry into the pool of dreams, sins, schemes, double talkin’ mini-microbes

If you are not reincarnated by the invisible power of the sun’s hydrocarbon in godlike robes

Makin’ a man upstairs responsible for the tilt of the Earth, it’s wobble, rotation and orbitals

Like electrons spinnin’ around bubbles of nuclei full of protons and neutrons, charged balls.

Like a rack of billiard balls ‘bout three quarters off of the dot matrix, chaos is just like this

You don’t know and can’t even ask what’s goin’ on here, just you gotta believe in somethin’

Reminisce the cool summer nights, goin’ out to romance the young, tenderly motorboatin’

Findin’ fear in the father’s eyes that the daughter would get hurt in a world that wasn’t his.

Just like me, all the pretty maids I laid in a row from fifteen to fifty were unreasonably won

Just a smile and a word got the little pretties beside my in my father’s cars, at night, no sun

Periscopes were up, submarines were down under the dashboard lights, in love every time

I was but the poor scared lambs of their fathers could not taste my sweet amour on a dime.

On the last shelf at the bottom of the closet, your hillbilly grandfathers left you a secret key

To the vault where the Truth is kept safe from those who would doubt their own minds-eye

Seeing through proud window to another side, peering at the unbelievable, inexplicable Void

Inside and outside are identical, #HammerIsDown, you feel me, Pink is the New Black Floyd.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 18, 2018 A.D. @ 3:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to some Blake Shelton #TheMoreIDrinkTheMoreIDrink honky tonkin’ etc, etc on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/A3MGfJ3eMGA }

 W.W.A.R.D. ?

#MamaMia #Queen #NothingReallyMattersToMe #CheckItOut

A STITH CUTTIN' 9's, TO DIE FOR

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Saturday, November 17, 2018

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Signification of nothing is probable at worst, yet I spend my PRIMATE time watchin’ God

Y’all will figure it all out before it’s too late, why you’re here, killer-ape program in the blood

A primate paradise in the middle of nowhere with nothing but cave wall etching scratches

Command this and that for the welfare of the herd or extinction is immanent, fate detaches.

As all of the dead who used to dream know well, this here’s the best you get from mighty God

Creator of everything that is composed of matter and the energy that fuels the genome blood

Fooling around making the species compound its ignorance with birth of morons and idiots

Dead Sea and a Book of The Dead to produce idiotic bones of moronic lives in fade-out skits.

Born of woman and buried in the mother of the things themselves, a herd of Mankind, God

After Earth becomes engulfed in an inevitable supernova, ridiculous animated AIDS blood

For the sake of your astounding genius of figuring out how to pay your bills, a self, at One

On your last breath, you’ll know you’ve festered in mediocrity, exceptional, it will be done!

Here and now is the way to see and hear, smell, taste and touch, open your mind to the feasts

Without the sunshine from the star we call sun, we have no point of staying alive, zero, none

Close your eyes now & then, it’s the same sight, same insight, same foresight of a #Me2-clone

A plethora of Nothingness without light or matter, soultrain of an aimless herd of wildebeest.

Before you or I will ever know it, it’ll all be over, the final curtain will be drawn with no finale

You get what you get and reap what you sow, straight furrows and green lawns of back yards

Trees from seeds, dirt and water, weeds mutated and caught on fire, CAMP’s successful torch

A genius government agent sets ignition on a plantation and causes #Wildfire blow of cards.

Play the ones you get dealt by the powers that be beyond our control, accidentally intentional

Roll the die, heroes and their mothers are just like the DNA and RNA of the cell, sensational

Without the mothers, the fathers do not push the faux-Nirvana’s chimpanzee bliss, K to 12’s

Extended logic and historical records prove the narrative is inconclusive, no Santa, no elves.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 17, 2018 AD @ 9:11 AM PST

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to #IWasBornToLoveYou by Queen & ‘HITS’ https://youtu.be/Fna56a_r41s?list=RDFna56a_r41s }

 

W.W.A.R.D.??