#TheHerbDangerous @AleisterCrowley #ArmstrongAndGetty

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GEORGE WASHINGTON’S ROPE!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 12, 2019

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Days go by, nights go by, I go by and so do you but here and now is coming and going

Mean people want to take your freedom because their own liberty doesn’t need to sing

From halls of Montezuma to shores of Tripoli, this country, our boys and girls make war

Now until forever, this wobbling Earth will spin and revolve until the soul exits the door.

What is soul? I don’t know but it apparently is required for living on Earth, to animate bone

Purpose for willing to be good, to strive for the good, for the bad and the pitifully ugly stone

Bring your old men to this arena so they will ponder the folly they pass on to the innocents

Baby boys and girls born to the genome’s evolutionary acid, to live and die makes no sense.

If there is a reason for living, we’re making it up as we go, to remain sane without a brain

A mind with mental reality that has nothing to do with physical reality, go down the drain

Devoured by the black hole that surrounds the cosmos, intense progression to the Void

Momentum of justice becomes the singularity injustice, authorized by the God android.

Build a barrier, launch an aircraft carrier in a national emergency to protect our freedom

No perimeter, no defense, a barrier, a wall electronic or clay blocks, cyclone fences’ come

Enemy and the friends all come and go within a hundred years or so, worked to death, eh

Then you meet angels and devils who don’t care about this Life on Earth’s drying up bay.

Paternity and maternity just words for dying planet of hydrogen and oxygen, soul survivors

Babbling about the causes and effects of people, places and things, wise women and w#ores

Tucking the children into their warm bedding on one side of the fence or the other, that’s all

Good and bad are the words for Life On Earth, the world wobbles, revolves and orbits GAS.

God is Gas, you do understand that since you fear the loss of it, being warm and breathing

If and only if the monkeys figure out that they’re here on Earth, left alone in a divine sting

Pretending past childhood and adolescence that men and women are important to me still

Brothers and sisters, cousins, friends all will come and go too, it ain’t my fault, I don’t kill.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 12, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the The Rolling Stones #SympathyForTheDevil on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GgnClrx8N2k }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoSympathy #ItsAVoid #TheIdiotAndTheMoron

 

 7UP CONTINENTS OF ACCIDENTS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 11, 2019

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Separate the oceans from the rock of the planet Earth and the crust left over is an asteroid

Earth is NOT a round or Leif Erickson globe of gravitational collapsing Space, live hard-rocks

Flung out from stars above as an explosion of gas, ready to freeze Time beaten on the clocks

Stopped in the present from moving on into the inevitable past from the future anthropoids.

Hydrate and dehydrate at your peril, in the space around this Earth, there’s no importance

I am the messenger, don’t get mad at me for ruining your previous philosophy of existence

An accidental and ignorant species, this human of which I am merely one out of two on high

Those two, ma and pa, are the origin of this One existence, my own, named, me, myself and I.

Fools enlightened rather than pitied for their incongruity, every body turned into God’s food

In the form of the soul, not the body of two hundred eight bones, skull to ankle in the mood

Protein and fat to burn, to animate, to annihilate into the eternal vacuum inside your head

Put no cork back in any popped bottle, swill it down and throw the glass away, it’s that said.

What in the world, who in the world and why are you and I in this position? You are FAT!

Do not doubt the facts right in front of your eyes, other people and things die, ‘sup wit DAT?

Find a vein to puncture and bleed out your life’s blood, before the oxygen turns it to love red

Dark with the vitamins and minerals that flood the organs, a hope that blackface never said.

If and only if I MMOB will you succumb to MYOB, I think so anyway, maybe and maybe not

I believe, I have faith and that is the power of the wisdom it brings, you fear the Truth I got

Not that it’s mine, it’s just a little something I found buried six feet under, ashes of God sins

Disintegrate souls, infrared to ultraviolet prismatic dreams of punks, EVIL SCREED notions!

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r j j stephan, i {the header is the cartoon orifice of the mighty Mickjagger #SafePlace }

c. February Eleventh, 2019 AD @ 5:55 AM PST

{ bashed out of my cranium @ 4AM listenin’ to the Silent Banging of Nails on Heads & the Grateful Dead #GoodLovin & HITS from #ShakedownStreet CD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OM08tzeM1OE }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#DreamsKillMe #LatheOfHeaven #UrsulaKLeGuin

HEAVEN AIN’T WAITIN’, DOOM YOU

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 10, 2019

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It’s a holy Hades awaiting the sons of the hot star called the Sun, it’s the Sun of a Cosmic god

Worshiped and sacrificed the goods for centuries, millennia and for the same stars up above

It was born from the nothingness, the void of matter, absolute emptiness of automatic fission

Fusion is all that’s left, stuck in a fuse, all of the things themselves, forms of #Charm, #Love.

Perfection as a whole of the holy hole, holistic and First Cause of this First Effect, Life’s alive

Coming form orgasmic shrapnel of loaded gas bubbles under pressure of a billion metric tons

Upon the smashing of the last One, the process repeats ad infinitum, as breathing breath dies

Your mind, your consciousness, your soul, your awareness of Self disintegrates, lack of funds!

Then again, maybe a blind man cannot comprehend the nature of darkness in the bright light

Turn off the sunlight, go into the underground darkness near the core, still alive? Take a bite

It won’t bite back, it’s the nature of Being, to Be or not to Be in question but don’t answer fool

I am what it is, you are not because you don’t believe that you’re all of this, you’re just a tool!

Cork in the bottle to keep the genie inside, three wishes may not be the best possession in life

Unknown catastrophes may result from babies and ignorant morons who have power to rule

The mes and the yous of the Earth, seven continents full of animated cro-magnons and herds

Of their food near their rivers and lakes full of snow melt from mountaintops, H2O gas birds.

Melted into the menudo, the hodge podge of lightening and thunder from friction revolution

A civilized throng of matter eaters, energy transformers, private matters of a putrid outhouse

Took over the third stone from the sun, called it politics and cultural hubris, mortal in the sin

Disobey the mighty maker of the whole shebang and the disrespect for authority yields death.

In jails, in high security prison blocks, we hide the outliers who come from purged DNA yolk

Raped, inseminated or loved like there’s no tomorrow, this here, that there comes and goes

For the good or the bad, the lawful and legal or the evil and disobedient, it is all the same folk

God’s dams, God’s falls of water, God’s diamonds and rust, no heaven, no hell, sisters & bros!

This is it, you know it, I know it, the unborn will know it, the dead are all there, a state of lust

In the Unknown, the occult nature of being, origin of God, origin of your mama’s song singin’

On the #LatheOfHeaven where everything on Earth is created from a Big Bangs of stardust

To please you and thank you for the First Cause of the First Effect, my body bends, bows low.

In the silence I still feel the vibration, the feeling of the humming that I cannot hear or taste

It smells like the spirit if I cannot hear it, it smells like a star burning gas for no reason at all

Cosmos’ natural tendency of Matter to collapse and expand in a Void, gets it off of my case

Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers all become the Force of Gravity, have no fear human race.

There is no big daddy in the sky or a great spirit you’ll meet after crashin’ into a myth’s jail

Bring innocence and understanding to the table and absorb the Truth, if you follow the trail

From learning language to analyzing the nature of the Truth of the Past, Present and Future

Wisdom from the understanding of the facts of life is provided by me, I adore Earth’s cure.

Raised my hand but I had neither the right nor the left, a featherless, wingless angel I am

Opened third eye for the 3D inner enlightenment, blinded by the prismatic star wave scam

Hook, line and sinker blind faith belief in Sins of your mortal kin, your sisters and brothers

Skin colors, adulteration of the reason why the sun shines, the star burns my bird feathers.

An eagle is the messenger and the message is that there is more Nothing than you’d think

All around us and everywhere else in the solar system, the galaxy and cosmos, sink the pink

It’s all you can do, it’s all you will do because there is nothing else to do, live or die, #boom

That is all, that is it, there is nothing else to say about it, It’s done, we’re forsaken in #doom.

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Richard Joseph Stephan, I

c. Sunday February 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while in the middle of a dream, alive on Earth (with my pharmacy card) and gettin’ ready to jump into the #LatheOfHeaven by #UrsulaKLeGuin treatment of her seminal work on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vbqxEtNx-VU }

  

W.W.A.R.D.?