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@GA FORCE, WISDOM’S GALAXY*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 30, 2019

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A single atom spun, two lips cause an unnatural effect, systematic star formation, guffaw flaw

Suns, my son’s stars, my gravitational field becomes the Void of coherent gas-dust collidings

Putting effects behind the causes, a #FibernacciSequence causes a rubic cube, vortex of Ra

Fractals are infant blocks of complexity, quantum mass of a proton, 13.8 billion years sing.

A momentum disruption of the fabric of Space, from the Past the Future becomes soon

Presence is a matter of a momentus realization that our ancestors elevated the bafoon

Cooling the ash and cinders from their annhilated state of remains, where did I go now

Never was anywhere in sight of the mirrors in the fun house, snow caps to bust and blow.

I won’t relate the equation more than once and it may be repeated in an infinite sequence

Survival of the fittest is the code of the day, if you break the news, it’ll crush your innocence

Consumption of the heroes and sinners, the saints and ghosts of the Self, I’m unconnected

On-line, out of sight, out of mind, in and out of the attic and cellar doors, calculus is Void.

Dark matter’s dark energy of the unexplained nature of this mysterious Mass, down stream

Isolation of the ego and a launch into the enlightened state of Being God, Creator in and out

There is nothing but the things and nothing at all, that’s comprehensive, functional fake hope

Unified theory disconnected, Positron out of Time in the E=mC2 place’s, God’s twisted shout.

Stones rolling and the rocks left over from the critical burn and fast freeze, human to become

Atomically profound in this paradigm shift, a calculation of quantum shiftsh, One’s vibration

Unconscious, subconscious and conscious theories of the Cosmic amalgamation of a vacuum

Black holes cannot destroy matter, interference patterns are what I am, a dynamic hologram.

I think, my mind, a casket or urn, in or out of units of Plank ripped, proton fabric of The One

Not a small one but a big One, imprinted inside of my awareness, my old memory recalls Fun

I changed, Space and Time changed a misfortune or three, being The water or The killer sun

Passing through the path with attention to the flow, cosmic dancing with One I Love, the OM.

Black holes spin, coffee is stirred, the cream spins and the heat rises, toilets drain into sewers

Dynamic love of life and amazed at the light and darkness spinning a matrix for our ancestors

From the infant to the lucky elder who escaped death by accident or murder, mystery intact

Nobody can guess correctly, it’s a natural desire to want the Truth but Nothing is a vacuum.

Everything that can be imagined is all of it, connected bytes of ancestors C, N & Fe sub-atoms

Stardusted and animated to masticate and digest the star stuffing, a holiday of gin and rums

Proportional to a comprehension of the Nature of Being, peace and happiness 3.14 quantum

Being a radius and a diameter of a circle, being will disappear into the holy void, verbatum.

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r j j stephan, i * HEADER is #TheScream by Vango Vincentvangogh

c. Wednesday January 30, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while looped in #HowTheUniverseWorks #BlowYourMIndOfTheUniverse on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pSsG7G_smHc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

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IMMORTAL INFINITE TIME’S '56 SPACE

by

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. ?

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MIDDLE ROAD’S, HOOKERS’ BED *

by

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. ?