What Would Ayn Rand Do #WWARD #Humuhumunukunukuapua'aa #Brexit

#MAGIC #NIRVANA #OTHERS ...

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 17, 2019

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Smoke and mirrors now and then, all you need to explain yourself, a saga’s MF’n real Truth

No justice in the Truth regardless of it’s relation to the Fact that Nothing exists, so, forsooth

Now, of course there are no apologetics for the application of adaptable skills for God’s sake

If you don’t use it you will lose it, Time tested factoid, tattooed on your skin, a TV news fake.

If you are not an orphan then you may have to use your imagination for this but here y’all go

A light you see at the end of the birth canal tunnel is the first thing you get after the darkness

Pretending to go back to the light for a rebirth is the pablum of the masses, a fund for clueless

Midnight Special philanthropists send The Self to morgues of all too human funk, nail to toe.

Forces of pain and suffering that come from surviving well into your sixth decade, petrified

Memories of the Past and the Fear of the Future absolutely forcing You to overlook Presence

Being at this moment, not later and no sooner than the tick you recognize your Nature tense

Beast of Burden for a few orbits, lucky to have become a man on a street, fuckin’ sperm lied!

Let me say this about that after I light a smoke to get back the recollection I keep forgetting

It was right there at the tip of my tongue a tick-rock ago, amigos and amigas, no fretting

It may not be what we’ve come to understand, we may be alien-origin or maybe not, crash

I was on a private jet to see you, thought that I might never see you again, you got the rash!

I delivered the daily and weekly paper, I collected pennies and nickels for empty bottle return

I packed my pockets full of gum and candy at the leafcandy™ candy factory sour apple gum

Rode my Schwinn bike with handlebar streamers as fast as I could back home to safe house

More sugar to rot my teeth with decay from sugar lodged in the smell of my mouth’s gums.

In-taking and metabolizing the sensational gifts of this petri dish of rock and gas, sunshit

I mean sunshine, on the other hand, it is the refuse of the Origin after all is said, It’s victory

Cream of the crop or the utter echelon below the pit of Hades, a smell surrounding Hamlet

To be or not to be is never the only question, it’s the fool’s choice, Mercury, Venus or me!

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 17, 2019 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ & watchin’ Cake Nirvana Solana Nirvana on youTube links @ https://youtu.be/hTWKbfoikeg & Train @ https://youtu.be/7Xf-Lesrkuc }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

BlackAndBlue #Me2Or3 #SwampMusic

WITHOUT H2O, GRANDE, VENTI!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 17, 2019

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No straws because a straw was stuck in your nose and your tortoise was poster red dirt

Staged and pretended to be the reality of the universal empire of love’s transitory hold

Naked apes as they are, clothed, robed, covered up hairless skin, avoidin’ freezin’ cold

Waitin’ for the burn of the sun to be tamed by the shelter of trees and bush in a desert.

Now dig this, I ain’t the one you thought I was the moment you saw and felt me, not at all

My 208 bones roam the prairie and ocean coasts up to the top of the volcanoes of St. Helen

The ash that fell to the Earth replenished the dreams of the ocean for the rocks of this roll

Around and around like it’s nobody’s business but it’s yours and it’s mine, over to you again.

People who were conceived and born that appear here and now for a s moment’s Time-Fate

Have absolutely no control over the direction of their own personal genome, it’s matrix Vast

Empty Void and everything of substance that made the first weapons for defense and a mate

Without mates, the species fails it’s evolutionary thrust to adapt to the future before it is past.

So, there’s plastic made from the oil fields in the Earth and the plastic is not #Recyclable, duh

You can’t make the plastic straws disappear, they are in piles waitin’ to be zapped by God, uh

Wait until you want to suck your liquid without touchin’ the plastic and porcelain to my tea

No ma and pa left to put me back in my place which BTW is anywhere at all I ever wanna be.

Subtract the volume of the Earth’s mixture of H2O, polluted, salt or fresh, liquidated totally

The form of our poor planet’s not the beautiful squashed, blue marble look-a-like you hillbilly

Play the banjo, blow the pipes full of your hot air-wind, beat the skins until the cows unmilk

Music is the piccolo and flute of the leaders of the pack, the runners of the run, hot black silk.

If you never get to read about it you’ll never know what will certainly stalk you, it’s funny fun

In the olden days, days of Old, the so distant past, things would soon be all done, atom to One

Paradise in the mind of readers of books, hard rockin’ #Walls of a privileged mother, #Sonny

From being too late for a starlit exit door, I can recall, MY SON, it Is the Sun, it’s yo’ #Daddy!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday February 17, 2019 A.D. @ 7:07 AM PST

{ drafted in utero of the #Void like #CasperTheFriendlyGhost, listenin’ to #EveryMothersSon Lynyrd Skynyrd & a mixed bag of #Rocks on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q6Mgz1UX6DU }

 W.W.A.R.D. ?

@CurtisMayfield #SATURDAY #PeopleDontGiveADam #PDGAD @ricoSacto #ricoSActo #BackToTheWords

DELETE #TIME #SPACEX #ENGAGE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 16, 2019

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Resting with the rest of our wicked species, it’s come to this #Mars #Time-#Space Blackstar

Try lookin’ at the sun directly for more than a second, blinded by light without a #Rockstar

Blinded by opaque lights that I see or not, in my blind spots, above my rear-end sighted envy

With the snakes and elephants, crocodiles, leeches, insects, bacteria and virus, all eyes see.

This is a journey of conscious mind evolution from utter ignorance into the bright light fares

Nobody is getting out of this plane of existence alive, nothing matters and if it did, who cares

Your mother and father, sisters and brothers, cousins, uncles, aunts, all undead at #Brexits

It means Words written by humans while alive are Alive when broadcasted, correlated myths.

On the other hand, even if you’re ambidextrous and you’ve got no grievance, oh hoodlum boy

Eventually the equation of conscious awareness runs into the holiness of the holy of the Void

Out in the heavens above and below, every direction, all 360 degrees around this #FlatOrb

Hoodlum girl without a compass, no North, South, West or East-side Bowery #ME2 absorb.

Galaxies of solar systems with dozens of planets from blown red giants and doomed pulsars

Motivation to become alive has nothing to do with Love, as we know it, it’s all accidental stars

From a #BigBang radiation from a massive compression explosion-implosion, super and holy

Black because all of the light is sucked into the consummation of the natural selection dolly.

Intelligence measured by an ability to become One with the nature’s universe, #NoCanDo

You cannot do it, it will kill your #SuperEgo and #Id and you’ll be just One Ego to offend

A purpose is a reason to be or if there is no purpose, no goal ahead, despair’s tragic end

Right where the pleasure of the original climax of neurons began, a womb’s void, a #Hole.

To the salute of the darkness, I say right on for it, the darkness is only my blindness’ vile scat

There is a spectrum of Infrared to Ultraviolet waves and frequencies, blinded by this and that

I can’t see anything that is not in my own, personal bandwidth, fractional abstraction bends

There really is no justice, you and I and everything in the Petridish of awareness, it all ends.

On the keyboard with an eye on the cursor and hand near the mouse, I-Ching, therefore I am

Or I must be rather than the #flipside which is not experiencing the occult nature, #SamIam

Building dirty towers from bones of ground fake ancestors, two poles’ magnetics of #Glasgow

Imagine people, spinning around, gravitated, empty souls, deleting Nothing, #ItIsDone now.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, February 16, 2019 A.D. @ 8:20 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #TheEarthIsNotAlone again, it’s an infinite loop of a cornucopia of imaginary photon functions, in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VymuQC0o7yQ }

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W.W.A.R.D. ?