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NOT IN A PERFECT WORLD, EVER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, November 28, 2018

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A universe blows it’s top out the bottom of the Void and you panic, as if it matters to God

Nothing at all, an eon before the humanity of it all began it’s scourge, thirsty mighty’s Power

Others came and went, we’re here but we’ll also be gone with the Unknown’s mystery pod

To the mothers and fathers of the DNA, perfect imperfections of magicians and the Other.

A mouse and a microbe carry on the occult Cause and Effect of the spirits and souls of Ra

Inside or outside the pink inner sanctum womb of the genome, a holy seplechur from Ga

Impudence impeding the progress of dry sponges without liquid, this is First Cause’s prey

You, me, everything ever alive that died and lived here and then and now, turn into day.

Short trip on a long drive away from home, not knowing that you will never even bleed

Arisen to the top of the ocean full of scum, evolutionary crop of DNA, ergot-acid creed

Evil escaped, hearts and minds throwup #Folks, babies to dead men, alt-right in strife

Ask rhetorical questions until a final question rolls ahead of all the rest, life with no wife.

Essence and Being that keeps your consciousness here and now without being a has been

Deserve a shout-out and whether in the light or in the darkness, Truth of the unknown X

Is that it’s as simple as you and I may have tried to imply by being the simple minds’ ilk

Cells, bones and blood of the Holy Father and Holy Mother, heaven, Earth, click, click...

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r j j stephan, i { Oui, oui, madame, Mmme, monsoir, Msr! Header is a Cromagnon from the Cro-Magnon Beard Co, kiddin’....it’s just the #BoneheadOfGod! }

c. BLOVEMBER 28, 2018 AD @ 11:11 AM PST

{ *it is 27 degrees F. in Chicago, Illinois right now, I’m in 80 degrees F. in Sacramento, California! ...This was drafted while listenin’ to 94.7 WLS-FM online #ChicagosGreatestHits online link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/947-wls-5367/?cmp=web_share }

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#FauxRoseAWastedGoddess - today's gem from the #LapisLazuli #AsAboveSoBelow @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

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#FAUX ROSE, A WASTED GODDESS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 27, 2018

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Smiling back at your beautiful, brute face right at the sun’s down, azure blue sky’s black lights

Emerging from play clay, asteroid cinders, not on a planet’s Earth, newbirth faced an 8th day

Animated, spinnin’ around in elliptical revolution about a burnin’ sphere, imbecilic H2 bytes

Holding out goddess’ empty hands, divinity’s emptiness leads all theists to die when they die.

Orphan or adopted family member, born out of the wedded lock with a skeleton’s key piece

Sooner or later becoming responsible for the daily bread and the safe place to sleep in peace

On your own or with a foe, a separate but equal member, either of one or another’s genders

It’s either kill or be killed my friends, amigas too, my brothers and sisters with the heaters.

Stolen breaths of a trearue chest, escaped from predators but not from any POTUS’ pity party

Dreamers and routine schemers who want to break into security’s prisons and jails, #Hungry

For faux food that nobody has for free except in the USA, soup line people sittin’ on raw hides

From the very few among the ones related to the workers who died payin’ the taxes’ rip tides.

First, depending on your level of intellect, you did not exist long ago, no black or white roles

Is that Socrates, Plato or Aristotle? Wisdom thieves who perceived visions of holy knot holes

Monkey’s things themselves are Constant ones, fake-baby foodstamped, ganglanded hoodies

Skinned as a worshipped burger of ham on a hot spit, BBQ fired, cooked hot-blooded fleas!

Freefalling, being addicted to Ventura Boulevard, Pasadena roads set in an intersection fuss

No more worry or fear for ones you cannot see or control, protection of the body’s iced soul

Matter and energy over Mullholland or Chicago Avenue, freefallin’ out into Nothin’, no mas

Void is Earth, holy Greek’s mighty Zeus, unlisted #867-5309, #faux goddess in a #Rosebowl.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 27, 2018 MARDI @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to REO Speedwagon #CantFightThisFeelingAnymore link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/zpOULjyy-n8 }

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"TRIANGULATE RED, GREY & WHITE" by moi @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

TRIANGULATE RED, GREY & WHITE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, November 26, 2018

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English linguistical imperfections aside, this is the best I can offer from the bottoms gold dust

Fighting and dying for unknown causes just because the high and mighty above us are bored

This place called our room, our bed of love and happiness is violated by the marauding horde

Thank the regal ones of us all, The Ones allowed to rule an all too human, massive soul fuss.

Being’s nothingness has something to do with it all but nobody listens to a madman’s blather

Not in any center of this or another planet for that matter, this energy is everywhere? Please.

Mass of atomic matter or a gargantuan dead star’s asteroid dust adrift in the Cosmos’ lather

All nothing but rasterized pixels of Nature’s wind sheer, utter nonsense to the birds and bees.

You’ve got one of these minds, imagine nothing but emptiness and nobody else but you there

Language and culture are absolutely useless in this Netherlander paradise of bone and hair

Colors of the skin around bones matters only to the aliens formed by separate but equal fear

Among the many and the few, independent declarations are vacant echoes, fathers of forbear.

In conclusion, there is no beginning and no end, no alpha and no omega, timing’s everything

Nowhere but Earth to go for us and them, not to the moon with Alice, no spacesuit evolved

Happiness is a piece of pie when you’re hungry, forbidden apple’s tree of knowledge besting

Sentenced to the hole in the world where Eagles get the better of US all, egg to stone, loved.

I ain’t beatin’ a dead horse because they go to the glue factory for the stickiness that adheres

Keepin’ the paper together, so that the words and thoughts don’t fall apart into their cinders

Where they came from in the fire of the star we call sun, exploded miracles caught in ellipse

Around and around ad infinitum we’ll go forever until the supernova resumes the God trips.

All of it in a nutshell isn’t really a nut or nutty at all, it’s an absolute Dead Sea, for real chief

So real that in a moment, you’ll realize the Truth is just too bizarre, just one life and we’re out

Logic and reason from the deductive and inductive conclusions eliminate God’s divine doubt

A first movement, First Cause of Supernovae Gravitational Collapses, God, there’s no relief.

Except at the Ends of battles, burned or buried to avoid the flies, blue, red and black maggots

What you and I are other than immaculate, invisible souls infused at conception by ma & pa

Is what they could do nothing about, it was ever enough to expose love’s living proton-robots

It’s either this Way, down the path of the middle of the road or the final curtain drops, oh Ga!

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 26, 2018 A.D. LUNDI @ 6:13 AM PST

{ drafted in the essence of the Void allowed by my cranial matter and it’s willed application by an unknown series of electronic stimuli impacting my inferior nasal conchae with the jams of Black Hollywood de Carlos Santana on youTube linkS @ https://youtu.be/HDLLXUaqZxg & https://youtu.be/AqZceAQSJvc }

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