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IMMORTAL INFINITE TIME’S '56 SPACE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 29, 2019

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It is larger than you think, the hostile idiots who are born on Earth or other planets, kill me

On the other hand, listen closely to the following thoughts signaled by the words to come

Monsters coming in the form of projects created by unsupervised individuals, since ‘1956’

World’s wars are nothing compared to the secrets kept by the crazy men and women, now.

Take it from the archives and not from me, these words mean nothing to the Foo Fighters

Objects of the worlds’ wars called #FooFighters, inter-dimensional beings, gods of the kids

Disrupt your electromagnetic signals, your whole world will gravitationally collapse Love

Nothing will be left except a speck of burned ash, historical record defunct, extinction of.

Testing nukes on Earth brought the beings back to the 509th bomber squadron, fuqeers

Thermonuclear, electromagnetic warfare systems collide and leave the evidence of God

God in heaven, God on Earth, pyramids, Stonehenge, Top Secret skullduggery of buggers

Utter annihilation of you, yourself is immanent, this world remains, atom’s split fused.

Stanchions and Tachyons in the wrong hands are the real deal, extinction is in a vault

You and I can have nothing to do with the psychological operation, it’s not all my fault

In this Twilight Zone of reality in front of your eyes, you and I will get dead air in pants

Who are they? Who are you? Burn fossil fuels at your planet and become extinct ants.

Cancel the mass with the velocity of the matter, go trans-dimensional and be light as air

Travel from space to space and time to time without any resistance, a UFO foo-fighter fare

Gravity between the planetary mass and the mass of the cosmos is #Warpable, IT is warped

Paperclips on the files for the nuclear scientists who had the knowledge to split, shoot carp.

Therefore, I am...nothing else is known yet evidence of the gravity of your life is everywhere

A speck of dust, yes you are, a divine spark of what, the sun’s atomic fission and fusion here

Killer apes eating animals, plants and their elements to become a catalyst for a cattle call

Species of the life on Earth are not essential to the cosmic menu-do, expect nothing, get It all.

It’s not for you to know but to find out, it’s only for me to know because I need to keep pace

Bottom lines and infinite distance from atomic fission and fusion to the immortal, fake space

Between atoms inside the nuclei and everywhere else between hell and heaven, left holy faces

In the myriad of #Godseyes up above and below the bottom feeding shyters and their feces.

Inside the bottomless pit of a hole we call the holy, even a blindman can see clear light Truth

Singin’ the anthems and proclamations of the crooners who look to procreate the same crop

Over and over again, ad infinitum, just for sheets and giggles so to speak, a GD supersleuth

Discovered Truth was a secret for nobody to know, dream'd be over, Love would wake T.F.U.

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r j j stephan, i { Header of piece is A #deep #GodsEye on my poetry collection bookcover (in utero) at my throne of power, in your own faces, brother & sister! #WORD }

c. Tuesday, January 29, 2019 A.D. @ 5:29 AM PST

{ #Foofighters in a dogfight with the cats, drafted while listenin’ to @JonnyLang on youTube #WalkingAway & #LieToMe & max HITS link @ https://youtu.be/Olk7mNK-VyE }

 W.W.A.R.D. ?

#TooHappyToBeTrue #WTH are you ? OMG @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #WARTheBand @WARTheBand

MIDDLE ROAD’S, HOOKERS’ BED *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 28, 2019

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Who knows what may lurk in the mind of God, Zeus, Ala or One, Sigmund Freud Void

 Nobody but me is embedded in this ignorance, knowing the one Truth to try to avoid 

What it means to be man, a human, a woman, animated by an encounter of a third kind 

Higher powers’ system of language transmission tames savage beasts, keep it in mind. 

 

Apes, both the ones in the trees and the ones on the ground, were found by the astronauts 

Probes by instruments of humanity now know that there is more Nothing than first assumed 

In other words, the things themselves, the atomic amalgamations of star clusters is All of It 

 There is no grandpa creator with a white beard and bald head ‘up there’ or ‘down there’ kid! 

 

Understand that the ethics and morality of the cub scouts, the boy scouts was the DNA zen 

To comprehend the nature of obedience to laws that benefit the whole society is for Old Men 

Young men and young women only care about having children and having fun all night long 

 Providence of a Big Bang corresponds to the exact set of theoretic assumptions, a swan song. 

 

Usually when a word writer comprehends and incorporates this nature of the beast we are 

There is a sudden explosion of creative genius followed by a dull, unawareness of #FakeNews 

What we see is what we get on the rebound from “We produce everything, we are the Idea.” 

Now and then due to random, natural selection of recombinant DNA, eaten meat to diarrhea. 

 

Calculus and Trigonometry cannot quite equate the philosophy of life with the dots and lines 

It is what the Word is, the sound and the sight of the dots and lines, on walls, paper or dimes 

For a hundred years, plus or minus, we’ve come to mark footprints in the infinite sand of sin 

God’s Big Bangs put it all in a nutshell for you, sons of goddess hookers & Black Magic kin.

 

Bereave your missing out on life after death before you leave here and now, safer to fly 

Without the wings that fail you because they’ve got no feathers, a chimera of high hopes 

Out of this body y’all, that’s what you get, mouth agape and my eyes wide open to comply 

There’s nothing you can say or do about it except deal with it, stars, sun, dirty old dopes. 

 

Projected compromise between ignorance and enlightenment yields unidentified blows 

In a hooker’s bed that sleeps with the enemies of mine, all of them, everybody else but yous 

One caveat, you may be a target of the Power, of UFO’s or whatever rules POTUS’ blues 

Scapegoat for the power, hidden behind the Oz scenes of wizards, it’s just me, a red rose. 

 

by r j j stephan, i 

c. Monday January 28, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST *Shakira { drafted while listenin’ to a #SurpriseOfTheDay #WTH & #WTF didn’t they tell us? #Wormholes #TimeQuantum Link @ https://youtu.be/HdB7WUfAP50 }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

#LoverRollAwayTheStone #NobodyToTakeThePlaceOfYouBaby @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #Fresh #LikeASewerDownTheDrain

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GRAND CHUCKIE, LET’S ROLL!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 27, 2019

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Well now, it takes a real long time to get the daughters and sons to get here to bloody Earth

Then when they arrive, they go drivin’ on the freeway and dating, makin’ abort or afterbirth

Taxpayers and future jumpstreeters who wait for the handouts, give pints of blood-sweat fee

No daddies to tell them what to do and how to do it, no Charlie Browns in my street thuggery.

Conceived and born in a stall in a barn like Jesus, but couldn’t get to the other side of the tent

Where the camels breathe the hot air and breath of dead brains of the nomads who feed them

One hump or two matters a bit for the dromedary impudence, to be or not to be, my question

I have the answer and it isn’t delectable, it leaves a foul taste in One mouth, I’m a mortal sin.

I wake up every morning since I was awakened from the dream called, mom’s neighborhood

Daddy was there and then he wasn’t, he died or never really existed, mama was a virgin’s kid

Grew up in a convent where her father was a priest of the religion that celebrates God’s death

One soul in a human body isn’t what the divine created it to be, Romans killed divine breath.

Genetic DNA analyzed to see that there is a missing link in man’s code, my freeway onto hell

Unknown thing, a thing itself, what it is nobody knows but without it we can’t drop the pedal

We’ll never get into the cruise mode to approach the speed of light’s disappearance of the Old

This dimension of time, right here and now in this space on Earth, in the U.S.A., sweet Gold.

My mansion is a hovel to most, in a cave without windows, one way in and one way out, mine

Regardless of the tone of my wordplay or voice or a look on my Sicilian/German/Irish wine

My grandma called my contorted faces, male, ugly or bad but I didn’t know it from my view

Jumped in, gettin’ out the way, my mama was havin’ 5 more babies, grandmama was my boo!

Inside nothing that’ll keep you safe and immortal for eternity, all you got’s blind faith’s hope

One second after your an my last breaths, last pump of the heart beat, my old slippery slope

Not hard to know before you die but it’s hard to live, to be happy about being alive knowing it

Just go, get embedded in the train, All there is, God never was, pink Cadillac Is, this kitschy?

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday January 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while looped to Aretha Franklin #FreewayOfLove in a loop link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/sD_MriSGa04 }

W.W.A.R.D. ?