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JUST SAY YES, IT DON’T MATTER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 2, 2018 @ 4:55 AM PST

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Holding onto the dream, as long as you can when you know you’re onto lies of God’s Ponzis

Too fast to see going by, light and life are animated at light speed, pleased with lying Fonzis

Confederate soldiers and rebels of the Way it always is pretend it’s not that Way, you goon!

Freaks and animated corpuscles movin’ from underground caves to ships on sea and moon.

I know and you know when the show is over, it comes over you like it’s never been bygones

Men in the band of the High Fives and Low Roads, play and sing the dots and lines, bones

Underneath the muscles to move and the skin and blood to keep the thing happy, forever

Never going to get the Truth about the Nature of Being, origin and purpose to serve Her.

My mother, I could hold onto for just a little while until she dropped the baby free

Without the womb in a four cornered room with no food, no water for a bird or bee

Utters full of cocoa milk of everlasting, mortal life’s death, cycled, lapsed infinitely

Before the throne, the subjects are thrown to God’s living horror, placenta in a belly.

Nuts and fruits playing the games with or without all of the rules, night time’s One

Black and blue, reading the lyrics and shreddin’ the frets of a six string’s electricity

Makin’ the jumps from a Time slip to a Space ship, wet-dreamin’ infinite perplexity

Daughters, sisters, wives, lying FedEx Mail Pablo-Picasso in a azure-drenched sky.

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r j j  stephan, i  { *HEADER is @PabloPicasso painting called #SeatedWoman, be edified! }

c. FREEZEMBER 2nd, 2018 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to some @KennyWayneShepherd #WhileWeCry Point Pleasant Sumerfest link @ https://youtu.be/R4T14P37eA0?list=RDew5-OhOIPcs & @SamanthaFish @  https://youtu.be/R4T14P37eA0?list=RDew5-OhOIPcs }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AnyPortInAStorm @FrostyTheSnowmanJimmyDurante

CRIMEA, NO SALT IN A BLACK SEA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 1, 2018

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About the greenhouse effect, Atlantis@citraraya flooding my memories, a Zeus’ recollections

Evidence of the mothers and fathers of our own ancestors, ones who who are #Mass forever

Underground and underwater, things get buried with the catastrophic climate fluctuation

Human arrogance commits suicide when fear of the gods rules humane, tiny mind of men.

Perfect intellect evolved from the cells of amoeba and paramecium, mitotic and meiotic funk

Big Bang, gods of a pantheon, an invisible One God, almighty source of matter and our drink

Floods to bury the bones and texts of dead books, tall tales of foreign blinkers, stoned sights

Awareness of asteroid belts, death of our ancestors, our gods, our dogs of another planet fight

Corporate Blind Faith to protect God’s naked apes, none dead but buried seven feet deeper

Above the evidence of the floods, the archeology of the culture’s bones and scat, a God killer

Constant ignorance, ancient knowledge of a ferry burial in a monster’s piece, stoned & deaf

Diamonds in the rough, here is a spark plug for you, a half million year old spark plug, WTF?

Civilization’s millions of years old, not thousands or hundreds, believe me, research my gold

What it is exactly, is a condition of the nature of occult perception of light, heat-frozen cold

Commingling of eggs and germination of DNA animation, trippin’ Jack Frost LSD solar Idea

Hindsight in retrospect, born a Being, monster of air, land and sea, it’s all about thee and Ra.

All back into the Black Sea where nothing floats and nothing gets to the bottom of my heart

Without light, without the salt of the killer ocean, bones and wood and stone break us apart

Just the facts of life are what they are whether you know it or not, forever is right now, here

Keep track of Earth’s bloody seas, dancin’ in darkness, born right here, God’s loathing fear.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER Uno, 2018 AD @ 5:55 PM PST

{ DRAFTED while watchin’ & listenin’ to #UNPHUQINBELIEVABLE #ForbiddenArcheology on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-lILRzj8Jb4 }

#WWARD ?

***** WISDOM AWAKENED IN A VACCUM CLEANER *****

 

BOOGIE WOOGIE FORM of GROOVE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 1, 2018

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If you don’t feed the birds they will die, they will starve lookin’ for worms below the leaf cover

Junkies of pushers can hide underneath the blanket of sweetness, the bitterness lurks in fear

Nothing mellow y’all and there is no way out either, stuck like a rat in a trap, oh mama, oh pa

I will keep talkin’ and walkin’ until the feet and tongue gives in to the perfect, death star here.

Scott free and rappin’ about the fear and trembling you feel every step you take, demonstrate

Confusion of the nuts and balls makin’ the holidays to celebrate heads in the sky, #Blues eye

Band played, blew the horns, tickled the eighty-eights and First Moved Beats, sticks on skins

Caused the growth to expand before the contraction, it happens in confusion, to live and die.

Utter hopeless inside the cranial matter you conceive as the seat of your conscious soul’s chi

What it is to be is this and that, just what you perceive, even if you don’t see, if you can’t hear

You can’t smell or taste or touch any of It, It’s all full of being without You, inequality all day

A funky inequality that misses the beast just becomes extinct, The Way It Is, s’all funky, eh?

Mama had a pity party on a dead star, evolved atomic waste killed these death reeking lights

Like Richard Daley1 dreams comin’ fresh outta deep-state #Compton #Chitown high heights

They all are burnin’ up now due to the sins and efforts of their mothers and fathers, the heads

Programmed as we all are to not notice the program, success is immanent, bands play it on.

Meet the forms of Matter which you know all too well, it’s what you love, mothers themselves

In love with them, infatuated with them, like them one hell of a bunch, mothers of God’s Id

Compact features formed on the two hundred and eight bones of random chaos’ revolutions

Around in elliptical momentum one way only, no dead end in sight, on the turnpike now kid.

Drivin’ game wheels to and fro to bring It from place to place, don’t question a white dove

Tryin’ hard to get over from Spirit to breath, day to day, superman punks, shady skies above

Dreams broken into their mystic emptiness, gone just like the moment before they appeared

Hopes and Faith in the Love of backstabbin’ with Humanity, lucky God, chump, It Is Done.

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r j j stephan, i  { insipiration from #Boss & #OJays romancin' }

c. FREEZEMBER 1st, 2018 A.D. @ 0800 hours Samedi in #Paradise romancin’ the #Stones

{ drafted while #InTheGroove listenin’ to @BruceSpringsteen LIVE 2018 CONCERT & to #ILoveMusic from ‘75 by the The O'Jays & OLDEN daze HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/e_1s2UFc_z8 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?