#WhoIsMerry? Question is, #WhereIsMary? #MeTwo #MeOne1Too

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WHERE’S MARY NOW? AP-BITTEN*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 19, 2018

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When the never-never land allows #Facebook #Bing #Yahoo and BOOM, my world’s #bytes

Data in sequence to allow the nature of reality to bleed through holy cracks, itsy-bitsy dots

See outside and inside are One and the same things, life and death souls are also the same

You can get everything you need and all of what you want the moment you lose the flame.

Imaginary idiots becoming who you’ve always been and always will be, ALIVE at 0600 AM

Without a stitch of infection within the holy holes of the two hundred eight bones, body slam

Old days and old dudes are a whole lot different to this world than the elder wise female jeans

Back pockets, pocket books and pick pockets all on the bus together, ready for prison scenes.

I am in love, Zeus, an idiot, a moron and bloody god named Thor walk into a bar of hard rock

Why am I in love with the #SpiritusSanctus? There it is runnin’ my body and soul, that’s all

It is the fuel for the engine I call the transitory bones unburied so far, but on their way to hell

Underground, undersea, underarms, #UnderTheGun #ACDC Conscience of the Nation kilt.

Draped over the privacy of the species, the pletes and the creases hide the nature of the dead

High on the list of not being bitten, it is the first thing chopped and sprinkled on the #Mash

Old ladies all know the secrets of the porridge that they mix in their hearts, souls and head

Dope is not the answer although to be a dopey dwarf at the Yule Tide is OK with God’s bed.

In this void, you and I see the whole shebang clearly but we cannot accept that we’re All alone

We’re all there is, no UFO’s, nothing alive from another planet in this or other systems’ bones

Young or old you’re gonna die, like it or not, your life will metastasize into the death of cells

It is what it is, form, shape of the cells, the dot, the line, the angle, triangle and squared hell.

OK, you’re lost now, dedicate your life to staring at nothing, you’ll be where you’re going now

Stoned out of your mind and being the rock of Marconi’s listener-ship, the strong arm of Getty

Tells you in a hammerlock that you’d better obey the law or be punished by the #Law, crazy

Hard rocks and a Hard #Dump will annihilate the bio-metrics of a stooge’s bloody low blow.

It all comes out in the end, what you don’t know’ll hurt you, no warning instructions included

Hydrate, consume massive amounts of fiber to get the deadmeat, foul grain to exit a #Brexit

Final and over when the message gets all the way up to Mary’s jugulars, she’s #waygone dead

Luck’s everything, fortune or an alternative which is personal extinction is it, oh Mary, caput!

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r j j stephan, i * { header is sister-meme hohoho..HAVE A HOLLY JOLLY CHRIST-MAS }

c. FREEZEMBER NINETEEN, TWENTY EIGHTEEN A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to the mighty drones called, Armstrong & Getty #ConscienceOfTheNation blab-noggins & listenin’ durin’ commercial breaks to WAR THE BAND on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xtDkLI5GxwE }

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W.W.A.R.D. ?

@FakeNews #FakeNews #PsychoPlaceboFoxsLockup @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

PSYCHO PLACEBO FOX’S LOCKUP

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 18, 2018

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I got your foxy locks right here you punk, baby gangsters on the block used to shout me down

Suddenly I rose to the top of the comedy troupe and became the next best thing to a frown

Dreaded fear of Nothing, being lost in the middle of space all alone, causing this here’s Time

To become a ‘Thing’ itself, a miracle of life in the Void’s darkness, a fait accompli, hard crime.

In the deep, blackness of the oceans and seas of the Terra Ferma unknown, a perpetual head

Of Nothing, deep within those bowels of the divine comedy of dreams, asleep always, forever

Way back when and sometime in the near future, you will be dead and gone, yea, I said Dead

Soul, spirit, consciousness, ego, id or the True Self, all is One and the same, whatever I said.

For the sake of the culture and the civilization of humanity, those who can’t will not, or else

But those who can must do the right thing at the critical moment of the pending doom bells

Ringing from sea to reflecting sea, pole to pole, the sound of music heard everywhere in hell

Where we want to go is to get away from those ear-ringing, unethical founts of pure muscle.

Function of the equation is the measurement of the volume and substance of the thing itself

Pick and pull what you want from the junkyard, put it all together just like a crew of 7 elves

Baby it is cold outside but I still want to get away from it all and dissolve into the matrices

Calibrated the notions, came to induced deductions that led to fallacious conclusion sizes.

Fox of the skulk exited due to being sick and tired of fighting, hunting, mating, being so sly

I wait for the hell’s bells to ring me back to the place I came from, my origin’s empty Hole

From inside an insidious vacuum of Suck and Blow, UFO rolled stones, dessert Nye county

#Skunkwerk of germans, italians, chinese and outerspace UFO crashes, secret ebb to flow.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER EIGHTEEN, 2018 AD

{ drafted while jammin’ on the Trans-Siberian Orchestra on youTube Christmas musical orchestration link @ https://youtu.be/MHioIlbnS_A }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HAPPYFIFTYNINTH 12-17-1959 @DeborahStephan @DavidStephan #TheTwins

TELL ME IT ISN'T IMPOSSIBLE TO BE...

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...THIS'S PHUQYN’ STUPID!  I GOTS A .44

by the G.O.A.T.

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 17, 2018

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Well...I am so sorry to say that I know the end of the statement, let me dot your eyes

You can cross your own tees or go out and play thirty-six holes to the end of the green

Backs all have invisible wings that only god knows that China wants to conquer Guys

There are no guys or gals in China, they will burn all of your history, go #CharlieSheen!

But you won’t, you allow cyber espionage from the Yellow man because you own Bank

There is only one group of people who’ve ever lived on Earth that is safe, The Dead Man

Hundreds of thousands of sets of bones, the animal and plant homegrown here and now

God’s six feet under or sunken in Davy Jones’ sea-yard, undersea fish, chicken and cow.

In charge of banning, the nature of the #Moderator, in charge, playin’ chess with what goes

Like the head of the gang back in the soul’s city where only dark angels do what God knows

Freedom between the poles from sea to shining sea, dead-star dirt becomes an atomic glow

Turning it all around, wobbling the things that go from gravity to graves and onto death row.

Alrighty now and then, you’re born on this day, December 17th, 351 days into the calendar ‘59

But both of you zygotic marvels, D & D were 4 pounds total, incubated twin beauty so, “Fine!”

That’s what our mama used to say when she knew that is was hopeless to change our minds

Story is, one of you was born and the Dr. exclaimed before suture, “There’s anuder in dere!”

Well, the rest is historical, in these days of the twenty first century, “That’s the way it goes!”

Either you get lucky or you don’t, being in the right place at the right time with a tool box

Everything anybody needs is available while above the ground, human beings are God lox

Even holy divine has to eat itself because that is all there is, everything’s love, Gold blows.

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r j j stephan, i { all DEAD-ICATED TO: David Stephan & Deborah Stephan fraternally yours bro & sis! HAPPY BD #59 ! born in 1959, & #59 years old, #BadaBing #BadaBoom }

c. FREEZEMBER 17, 2018 A.D. @ 5:05 AM PST

{ drafted while unconstitutionally yours, listenin’ to morons, idiots and the genii that spawned them on youTube, Drake #GodsPlan #ImUpset & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/xpVfcZ0ZcFM?list=PL3-sRm8xAzY8eG8kh_gjoEaZ-auPlvp8r }

W.W.A.R.D.?