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SYCHOPHANTS & PSYCHOS, SHOTS?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 1, 2019

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Begin before you even start questioning the age of the reader, if you can read, the Word’s you

Now and then, there’s a function of a flute and the wind to connect you to where you belong

Space’s place and Time’s momentous occasion which gains momentum in the dream, a song

Completely surrendered to the boiled liquid of the Agave, on a trip ordain Cheech and Chong.

Burned your filth from the aliens who produce the chemicals to delete the human genome

Chemistry mixed with a #Fakehumanity philosophy of life, 4p + 5O2 yields 2P2O5 to come

On the scale of trebles and clefs built into the complex DNA within the acid, star leakin’ flow

Moving light’s waves into glucose particles between quarks of charm, methane bubbles blow.

But that is Life as we know it, far away from any Twilight Zone in the mind of mankind, One

Two or more up to the top of the heap, top of the pyramid, built to remain, to avoid a topple

Pointlessness with a point, a sound, a sight, a taste, a smell a feeling inside or out, we become

Just a shot in a glass, a shot in the dark, clear light from the firmament, a Voice of the people.

Rock hard, rolling and bowling balls up and down the alleys of pins and needles, a 300 score

My drinking and eating got to me and you, we exploded and imploded with the squeegeeing

Getting the muck and mire all in one place, gathered to disintegrate the mass of Earthen core

Used to be a hot, burning star and is losing energy, byte by byte into the Ether’s biosphering.

Hunger for the menu-do, the pizza, the flesh of the animals in unidentified chunks and slices

Pairing your cellphone and your mates with your ID number and your place in time’s vices

Everything known to us, known to civilized humanity, voided by brothers doin’ the #Dozens

Alcoholics are not anonymous, we are them, we drink it, we are the #Redox of the heavens.

Oh, but wait, fluorine bonding with sodium yielding my spirit’s #Redox reaction, combustion

My holy and sacred mud and blood are the building atoms of a thing itself, a form of fake fun

A move on a boring trip through the empty cosmos becomes your and my experience drought

Ending as it began, in an inaudible puff of wind with nowhere to go, up nor down, I am out!

Cactus in the desert with the liquid that keeps the Earth in it’s altered state of consciousness

Keep the mushrooms and the ground up bark of ancient trees away from my face, countess

All seven holes in my form reject the foreign bodies clamoring for entry at the wall, the gate

Either this is all there is or it isn’t, if there’s more, bring it on, here we go, let us roll, mate!

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r j j stephan, i { *Header is Milagro Tequila bottle of power! OM Carlos Santana }

c. Friday February 1, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while immersed in the platinum edition of #CanyonTrilogy #AirFlowFlute of @R.CarlosNakai #RCarlosNakia on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XHdOSMpZ1_w }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#YouCannotSaveTheVoid #KingsQueensPawns #BeastOfBurdenNot #CantYouSee

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FORTUNE AND INTENT, LOOK OUT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 31, 2019

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Tiny bubbles of gas turn into huge bubbles of gas, expansion and gravitational collapsing

Conscious of your foolish living on the dirt, the ground of the being that comes and goes

Before your fathers and mothers, after your children or your brethren kinfolk, #Incoming

I’ve got some old news for you, take a nose dive in here and be amused, don’t come to blows.

Nothing to fight about, ideas conflict in their artificial disagreement #ElkCloner in my #DOS

Boot sector virus, 1982 15 year old is now 52 and has become a star, origin of our cyber-verse

Peeking through the fence of your neighbor doesn’t work, install a micro-cam on your roofs

See through the fences, through the walls, inside the rooms, watching the animals hooves.

Perfectly genuine, all of the visible universe, all of the sensations received into historic record

A metal object, shaped like a pyramid hovered over the pentagon in D.C., Earth’s a UFO, nerd

Piece of fragmented rock and liquid gas, here and now, our world, is an anomaly, it’ll go away

Comprehend Holy Grails with 20/20 clarity, temporary bones, fade to black memories, I say.

Flowing rivers from snow-caps to the sea, It can neither be created nor destroyed yet I matter

#FakeNews is a deception tool to attract the followers who need a leader, one too legit to quit

Like an arm or a hammer that you use to smash a nail into the wood, to create It, connect a fit

Old news, good news, ad infinitum, light up the white blackness’ fire, I’m a Nothing hoarder.

I’ve as much as I can get but I will accept more of the Nothing I’m filled with, sunlight warm

Love UFO time travel in space, whether you do or not, it is happening and it’s a swan song

Punks grown from the educated nannies and their #FakeNews about doing right and wrong

Good, Bad and Ugly all mixed up in a menu-do of A Thing itself, astral bodies of blown Form.

I didn’t do it! Nobody did it but somebody said that someone did do it, hence, fake dilemma

Here’s a comedy and a tragedy, there is life on planets’ Matter, an inter-dimensional groomer

We can never be alone on Earth, DNA will survive until #BigBangers rearrange hyper-data

#RichardGardnerHardRoadToWorldOrder will freak y’all out, move slowly, checkmate over!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, January 30th, 2019 AD @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted after getting my world in order and listenin’ to #RichardGardner @RichardGardner @HardRoadToWorldOrder on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/YOaVuWpiaQU }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

#SayWhat @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

@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.?