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Wednesday, December 05, 2018

#TheSonIsGonnaSpeak #RIP @GHWB #BuryBurnEaten

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A PHILOSOPHER’S NED LUD SCAT *
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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Wednesday, December 5, 2018
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Destroy everything that Ned Lud’s ancestors built from scratch, y’ALL are cops, alive in hell
From day One, the Luddites are all the white blood cells which attack gods, red blood cells
The only reason is that it is the nature of the thing itself to destroy itself, to wit, Supernova
I am the son of a son of a 9mm, if that bothers you then DO NOT READ ON, it will hurt ya!

Listen carefully without prejudice and until the conclusion is deduced, regard or disregard it
Function of the calculus between our ears, south Chicago or south Texas, Cisco/Poncho chit
If the child is left alone and allowed to be trained by the bandito, you will pay in gold pesos
I Love Humans, some of the gangsters and golden tooth bangers are their own island, S.O.S.

A Luddite is the new Far Left, read the historical record and become enlightened, few fanned
With eyes semi-wide open, you can peek through this crack in the embroidered network dock
Struggle with the aftereffects of knowing what only a few have known, ignorance be damned
Peace of mind no more, there is no reason to rock and roll, it’s all I wanna do, so let it rock!

From the enforcment of the rules of the law to the imprisonment of the maladjusted orphans
With bloody hearts which have been sliced to bits by mean parents, misfits reproduce scuz
Murder allowed if it’s deemed by society as an accidental death, get a good lawyer for the sins
You don’t know like I know, when you see your city in ruins, Chicago ‘68-’69, bowing, thanks!

Back to Ned Lud, Luddite object/subject, enlightened ignoramous’ spirit trapped among us
Now and then you will run across the meaning of your day and night, criminals all fall asleep
You’re not the sheriff and you’re not the guard of my property or my family or my joy, ‘I’ am
Hate & Love, I animate the wobble of Earth’s hard rocks and sweet rolls, I’m Zeus’ hot star!

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r j j stephan, i { ‘Ned Lud’s’ #LittleBoy #FatMan is the header in case you didn’t know it, google it, #FatBoy, #God HERE @https://www.atomicheritage.org/history/little-boy-and-fat-man }
c. FREEZEMBER #TheFiveTwelve 2018 A.D. (12-5-18)
{ *drafted in a VOID where women and men fear to go, my mama sent me there alone but I was able to sneak my iPhone hidden in my arsekrak, listenin’ to Los Lonely Boys link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvkzoqQ5Oak }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, December 03, 2018

#Blues @Rhythm & #WarriorsHeroesDraftDodgers #RIPGHWB

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*POTUS41, GOTTA DIE NOW CHIEF!
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What you did and what is remembered and recollected by the not yet dusted history book
Where your legend is bigger than your wheelchair or your walker, it is time in space’s look
What you’ve seen is what you’ve gotten from the first to the last breath in and out the trap
A pie hole that must do and work with something when not chewing the fruits of the CLAP.

If you can’t believe that the death of the species is two steps away, VD being the species’ foil
Hundreds or thousands of millions, a star’s empty dollars, backed by silver & gold, gas & oil
Culture of your ancestors taught to the empty-headed corpuscles of muscle, a mindless sister
Gutless brothers, fathers of #War’s mothers, expletive deleted, Auburn god’s Dam scammer.

Take a knee and bow your head in honor of the sunset, just a rotation of the spin, it’s all over
A little more quick than one was led to believe, immortal life offered after this mortality lover
Honorable discharge or the General separation of the warriors from the wars, dead teenagers
Alive or dead but wanted by the living, memorial on a rock, scratched grooves, fired embers.

Poor, poor pitiful me, oh whoa is me, I am such an unfortunate ROOT of the tree’s branches
Leaves from the sprouts which produce fruit and nuts, ad infinitum as far as eyes forever see
Nothing left after the being leaves the bones, no proof of any after the facts in the Void of me
Compared to a being in ignorance, an enlightened being is Energy’s Matter of ‘for instance.’

Adam and Eve are the two at fault for this whole shebang of dreams in a burlap bag, not mine
Day and night repeat due to a wobble and spin movement, rotation and orbit, expanding dot
Invisible at first and then microbe by atom’s dead acid, infected with electric kook-Ade brine
You better take a knee, bow your head, close your eyes and peak at infinity, It is All we’ve got!

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r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER 3RD, 2018 AD @ 7:77 AM PST
{ written while listenin’ to the mighty @GettyArmstrong radio show on Talk 650 KSTE Armstrong & Getty A&G Armstrong & Getty #VirtueSignaling on line link @https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/



W.W.A.R.D. ?

Sunday, December 02, 2018

#FoolinAround #IAmMisbehavin' @ricoSacto #ricoSacto


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.?