#AAAFerociousScowlingPussycat #TablesAreTurned

 

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ON BEING A GHOST’S SMILIN’ FACE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, November 21, 2018

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There is nothing to it all, don’t worry and be happy is all you needed to do, a myth, voodoo

Making the matter of gold appear to be the bad and ugly when it is the good, that’s Leftism

Pure and simple thrust toward a Big Brother and Big Sister, Big Mama, singers of the Blue

Upset that life’s thrown screwballs over my home base, I swung on time, twisted the screw.

Put the whole house of cards together in nineteen years of programming a mojo’s job blow

All gone in sixty seconds of basic training in a panhandle’s Mex-Tex, F-recruiters leaked lies

Idiots and a huge bunch of women in uniform, waiting to kiss my cold lips in hehl fire below

Mathematical certainty I doubt, crucified sex, a number One mythology, good God-man dies.

Stupid non-sequitor statements of men and women, fittest survival among prideless lion cats

Pets to keep fed in the sunlit cave, no hunger left to worry about being eaten before the rats

Ugly and scarey if you look at a rat right in the face, eye to eye, mano a mano, chills up spines

Shiver and a shake getting godlike survival skills to boot up, almighty control of sixteen lines.

There’s a con job that fools you and fools me but the fool that can’t be fooled is the First Fool

Not the first or subsequent fool-tool created from the Nothingness of a wishing well cesspool

Perfect and perfunctory, ballin’ in confusion, the apathy is pathetic, robots will burn the joint

I am out of the circle, a square triangle in a pentagram’s hexagram, an angle’s linear tippoint.

Off of the grid of the social media platform again, the pressure is invisible and imaginary Ga

Living or dead, the bodies come and go in and out of existence, related to the empty vacuum

Historical record of etchings on rock walls, pen’s ink, pencil’s lead gave us a record of my Ra

These are the good, bad and ugly words of Mankind’s Way, #ShieldsHigh #FakeNews scum.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 20, 2018 @ 12:12 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Cheech and Chong again #BigBamboo #TorturedOldMan & HITS on youTube link @https://youtu.be/Vsu80OG3R20 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PredatorHungerAndShotguns

 #BrownEyedGirl #DaysLIkeThis

IT’LL BE DONE, I’M GOD’S GOLD!

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 20, 2018

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Far away from magic homes back in the Fifty States, being a Chain’s here, Cheech and Chong

Skinny or fat you were before, now just the skulls and bones, y’all are the rocks of the bong

Fat-bottomed country or city girls, skinny-legged bad boy souls mix in the halls of SingSing

Cream on top of the sweetness that we all require every single morning, eye-wide opening.

Pay for things you will never see or enjoy the pleasure of, pay up all of you, work work work

Give it all you’ve got, creatin’ God’s distinguished DNA genome-animates beyond extinction

Being most fit to survive is the way of the Beast, this man anyway who swims in endorphins

You’ve got the almighty to answer to when this life pokes your eyes out, due to original sins.

So, therefore, hence, in the end, finally, it’s over, the beast lies dead, white eyes wide open

I will bring up the subject and comment on this object of ‘all too human’ fear of extinction

On the hunt for the living things to kill and eat to survive and be the fittest, food kiss of God

From the hands to the mouths of babes when the “Milk of The Way” dehydrates to wet mud.

Two billion dollars will get you immortality, ask anyone in the Great Beyond, gods always lie

Figure out the facts based on your use of logic and reason, the tools of Plato wax pre-Socratic

When the deduced inductions settle into the conscious realization that all you can do is die

Well Almighty then, man is irresponsible, not responsible, there is No Free Will, so get high!

All of the education has forced me without my own free will, to say what men do fear to know

What women fear to know too, the words and thoughts you shield from your soul’s big show

This is it, this life is all you get, there is no after this life, grab this moment by the spirit’s Om

There is no other way, blind faith in mama and papa won’t work, orphanage of Zeus’ Rome.

Fight each other to the death or live in peace and harmony until you your last breath is free

It doesn’t matter if you cannot gasp the logic and reason of deductions, trust me, it’s a bust

Do not doubt the fact that you are here in this space, you live right here, right now, you see?

Now you got it pops? Hell is what we’re in, a chain of weak links in an open, golden flower.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 20, 2018 AnnoDomini @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Aretha Franklin #FreewayOfLove & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA?list=RDIp_pjb5_fgA & @JoeSatriani #BorgSex link @ https://youtu.be/kSBwsNcjiFo?list=RDkSBwsNcjiFo }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#PULLitOUT #SomethingInYourMouth #OnTheHunt

SIGNIFY PINKY-INDEX SIGNALS *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, November 19, 2018

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You know what that looks like if you’re not blind, you can kiss my #Nickelback rockin’ hoots

Bodies speakin’ sound, repeating live digs, processed pricked holes into a goddess’ reboots

Goin’ in the out door and never sayin’ goodbye, just a hardy fare well, see you soon, ya goon

Not that anyone cares, not even starving kin, that you die alone, they do too, godly monsoon.

Alright now, put me from my naked birth into my blue jeans and cowboy ten gallon hat

Drivin’ cattle and playin’ in a rock and roll band at night, just to see powder on your nose

Bein’ the one who gets to look at your naked beauty means that my fortunate way is Fat

Comin’ in and out of the closed doors that were not locked, nobody wondered, I got close.

Perfect nights and days movin’ conscious minds from pretension to faxed #FakeNews, sons

It’s always YES, that is always the answer, today, yesterday and every day, doom conclusions

Wherever the gods rock, if they are rockin’ in an immortal #Cloud9 waitin’ for a motherboard

Animals, humans, insects, humans, bacteria and viruses and yes, nothing more nor less Lord!

I see the moonlight shinin’ on the bay and I’m havin’ machine-gun flashbacks of God analysis

Believe in the blindness of the faith in nothing you sense with your intellectual capacity’s kiss

Holy reflection of The Emptiness of the Thing without matter or energy, rockin’ fake-infinity

Like an invisible obelisk at the bottom of every bottle of Mex-Cali worm from the angels’ city.

Read and rewrite the horror of the words that repeat ad infinitum, just for grandmothers’ kin

Cousins, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, father, mother of God, wisdom’s holy invisible skin

Covering the bleached white bones, everybody’s skeleton is from the Peg’s dispenser, baby ‘C’

Saved me from the blazes of hell above and below the here and now, gratitude, we are Thee!

Shout out loud when there’s no air around your face or body, you’ll hear nothing loud n’ clear

Imagine leavin’ your place in space, go out toward the moon, Venus, Mars, lost in Dead Space

Between the stars, between our sun and the Earth, it’s a matter of mysterious plethoras of gas

Last song ends, instruments destroyed on stage, All holy Smoke, we’ll take a bow, my heroes.

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r j j stephan, i * #YouOnlyLiveOnce #WTFAreYouWaitinFor ?

c. BLOVEMBER 19, 2018 LUNDI @ 7:11 AM PST

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to Nickelback HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/g9uAtMmqT2A & @LynyrdSkynyrd #OnTheHunt link  @ https://youtu.be/icmF1NE0tg4 }  

  W.W.A.R.D.?