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MASSIVE TIMES IN CLEARLIGHT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 24, 2018

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Handling with care was never an option in the middle of grim chaos, you don’t care though

So, no harm, no foul, continue the dream without a thought of makin’ any messes, holy O

I think and therefore the logic remains to be seen, whether it matters to God or man’s face

Treachery and forms of Matter’s marvelous substance as such, is All there is in empty space.

Another pretty face won’t move the unmoved mover an inch to the right or the left, at One

Nevermore in two or three split personalities which swim in chaos, lovin’ the insane fun

Without any regard for the doing unto others golden rule, consume the food, lick the hand

Like a hungry dog lookin’ for a master, someone to hunt for it’s food to cook in a dead pan.

Mother of all bombs will put a dent in the cement down to the core, reverberated brass bells

Ringing up the total of the cash and the charge for the things created to be destroyed in jells

Holiday virus ready to re-ignite the Earth into a Pulsar, White Dwarf or Snow White no doubt

And how the Time and Space works it all out by itself without my help, hey, it’s not my route!

Formulated the matter into tiny cells of atoms’ electrons, neutrons and protons, for A-bombs

H-bombs and #Neutrons ready to trium the Earth into a Pulsar, White Dwarf FeFiFoFums

Just because that is what matter does, it burns and has no ethics or morality, Ra, Jesus, Sky

Faith-blinded black-light in dark rooms without mothers or fathers to feed upon, Voided eye.

Picked and plucked because the Time is up and it’s all goin’ down, from above and below me

Spatial dimension of a warped shape at the mercy of gravitational and centrifugal forces’ tea

Wake up call for dead bodies’ souls buried, burned, drowned and blown clear to smithereens

Yuletide attitude, tip God’s DNA, melted blood and bone’s fate, frosty snowman exit scenes.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 24, 2018 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ written listenin’ to some fantastic Frosty's Christmastime Lounge link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/iheartchristmas-4596/ #NorthPoleRadio on the WEB @ here’s a link to #NORADSanta #trippin on the #lead #RudolfoTheRedNoseReindeer @ https://www.noradsanta.org/ )

 

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BRAILLE OL’ WORLD O’ #SittingBull*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 23, 2018

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Blind expressways and narrow turnpikes from Hades to Nirvana, ORD, NYC to LAX n’ back

Massacres happen and then they’re forgotten, recollect memory is a faux-illusory tool, Jacks

A modification of the original creation of the genome, nightmare of an old freak falling asleep

In love, maybe only with Broadway.com gods, priests, monks, nuns, clergy and black sheep.

Unconscious due to the knockout punch from the knuckle sandwich of my dad’s fist, I say!

Not because of any small notion or belief in a blind man’s bluff but due to the nature of Day

I mention the Night as an obfuscation of the beast within, mighty spirit infused black knight

From Virginia to Idaho the #Rushmore rocks crack into a hundred million points of the light.

Freedom of never choosing the way your feet walk, a foot in front of another to a step beyond

Safe landing and on to the tarmac, legends of Great Human leaders into a twilight zone pond

Watch out yourself, wobbling axis, history of hungry Vikings, Krishna, Buddha gods on drugs

Answer, bones were a being alive, middle of mama’s maggots and for bloody ancestors’ mugs.

Over and above the blue or cloudy, smokey skies of the land and sea, there is where you’ll go

Not even one moment after your final gasp of oxygen, nitrogen and hydrogen, Nicolai blow

Puttin’ the Tesla Factory on the moon, employing thousands of people to reincarnate DNA

That is the nature of this beast, where the RNA becomes the code for the One returning Gay.

Loving the men and the women all the same, that’s Gay right? Well, maybe not for the divine

Maybe you ought to find a comfortable place to sit back and relax, maybe have a glass of wine

Download our recollected survival mode, a hundred years here twirling an acid-holy LSD sky

Truth modified with sounds, fury of a mad mind-blown fathers’ mothers’ history’s Will to die!

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r j j stephan, i { *header flick is the top mind of Sittingbull Bullies, #SittingBull walkin’ tall head-shot! }

c. FREEZEMBER 23, 2018 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

{ drafted while listenin’ to #TheBoss, Bruce Springsteen, #GilletteStadium, Foxborough, Massachusetts 09/14/2016 link @ https://youtu.be/r42oGK-8lDY }

 

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SPANKY’S JOINT, ROLLIN’ MY DNA!

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, December 22, 2018

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Young skin n’ bone strippers, pink Cadillac T-tops dropped, swingin’ chassis, I am, Adam.

Ones who never got the message, survival isn’t all there is, it is everything, cosmic stew

Everything in the hodge podge of dirt and rocks, the DNA moves and I laugh on a dime

Jokes and funny scat everywhere you look, the people, the animals, the space and time.

Peering through the peep holes in the fence, knowin’ it’s never time to get to the peon door

Nobody is allowed in until the final curtain draws to a close, awaiting an infinity’s corn pone

Back streets or the freeway exercise of the iron horse race, we roll on until the tires all blow

Rubber on the road, pedal to the metal and we’re flyin’ baby, what’s in back of us is way gone.

Cruisin’ in and out of the heavy traffic, on the shoulder and cuttin’ off the older ladies & kids

Old man gettin’ out in front of the crowd, shinin’ the crown above the monkeys wanna steal

Because they can’t figure out the sum of two plus two, it always mutates into high five bids

Visions and hallucinations of this substance, this #WhatItIs cannot be a mystery congealed.

Happy for a day and night, unhappy about the death of breath, world wobblin’ in smokin’ Fog

I am cruisin’ but runnin’ low on fuel, the rock and roll is about to cease, voided my gas’ tank

Still movin’ until the end of the perpetual locomotion in a pink Cadillac or 1500 cc @HD hog

Leather pants hooked up high n’ tight, hop on back my baby, we’re chitin’ on the blunt dank!

Fortunate daughters creatin’ the cheat-cheats for the baby boys, the sons of single fathers

Jumped on in the front seat, I got shotgun and you got the pedals so steer us to a promise

Who left that absurdity behind? Work a nine to five until you get to the other side’s ditz

Traffic in back of us, we dropped the pedal to the metal and we’re already in the olive pits.

Homegrown from the seed to the flower-tops, life grown and illegal to the weakest man’s sex

Higher than kites, blowin’ in cold or hot gas, revolutionary wobble my grandpa’s Fireman hex

Planet here in the middle of nowhere, space is black and dotted, obfuscated holy God’s dam

Young skin n’ bone strippers, pink Cadillacs rollin’ on DNA of swingin’ Pete, 7th son of Adam.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 22, 2018 SATURDAY 12/22/2018 @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while watchin’ #NationalLampoonsChristmasVacationMovie ‘89 link @https://youtu.be/cqggUo2kA3E & listenin’ to #TRAIN #WontYouSaveMeSanFrancisco & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/o4MKaH7d8OQ }

 

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