Are you out of your... #OOYFM ? Infinity & Sublimity = Black Hole

INFINITY CAN’T EXPOSE YOU, I CAN

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 18, 2019

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With the small amount of comprehension that I have gleaned from my gene pool’s DNA

I see nothing clearly and there is way more than I can imagine, more emptiness’ Void

It’s a matter of atoms getting excited about being close together, friction ignites charm

Eventually, with a flagrant foul or two, the joke will be seen to be upon you and me, hoy!

I’m going to Rock and Roll all night long and my lady may not approve yet I shall march on

To the beat of my own drummer, whose beat goes on and on and on, from here to eternity

Gone through all of the bones of the women and the men who eat the other things alive, son

A short tale is what I’ve got, like love, it will come and it will go in a jiffy, smokin’ my trophy.

Melody moves the soul, a beat kicks the two-oh-eight into the back and forth, doom ode

But I know it won’t last even though I want it to, love of me will come and go like four winds

Every song I ever picked and every lyric I ever sang, brought the joy into the sacred hearts

Beat as One, Beatles, the Beat, Les Beat, anyway love is all I got, exposed by ultraviolet code.

Victory and misery come to all of the living whether it’s an ant or a Queen’s knight’s daughter

Thumbs down and thumbs up to give me my charity, my love, my faith and hope in the holy

Unseen things and aggravating things that make me drink whole bottles of fire in the water

I will not repeat this so take notes and remember it verbatim for maximum melancholic folly.

Dilly dilly they say, I hear them but it wasn’t what I’ve lost or found in the lexicon, expletively

Deserve nothing more than everything under the sun, it is what the Earth is, dust, rust n’ me

I ain’t comin’ back after I leave, no more reincarnated force in another ignorant form of skirt

Long sweaters and short skirts are exactly what the doctor ordered for my health, let us flirt!

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 18, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted in a loop with #LoveIsWhatIGot Sublime - the band on a loop link @ https://youtu.be/0Uc3ZrmhDN4 }

 
W.W.A.R.D.?

It is not nice to fool the mothers, boys! #ALTANT -->>Act Like There Ain't No Tomorrow!

#FearLoathingSpaceTimeNothingMoreNothingLess

 #EventHorizonComing #Void #Empty

LOATHE SPACE’S TIME, GO DADDIO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Monday, February 18, 2019

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Eyes and lips uncovered for the entry of wind, light and sight I loathe the Space’s Time skid

Only because the matrix is out of my control, a random collection of kids, powerfully insane

Maybe evil, maybe good, maybe neither evil nor good, maybe an alien consciousness’ kid

A life form that has a need for earthly dynamics, food and water, like we do but inhumane.

Armed and dangerous with only the #Word to function as the tool to feed wood to the fire

Ignorance enlightened by the Truth, knowing about Nothing with a Divine sense of humor

To set oneself up for a trip of a lifetime, like no human’s ever experienced in history’s mire

Witnessed by nobody alive, blind faith in your leaders gets you burned, you vampire whore.

Now that I’ve lost those who can’t handle the truth due to the loathsome lexicon, away we go

Other than the feature you recollect before your conception, there is nothing like #FauxFates

You cannot make this up, google it or search your local university libraries or in a black hole

On Being the #Singularity, a solitary implosion warps Time and all of #Matter disintegrates.

You get to choose your space suit to protect you on the mission, the design is computerized

Like the multi-dimensional UFO traveling, dead aliens, captured, nurtured and euthanized

By the men in Black or the White brotherhood of secret societal, bully pulpit scat tweet of BS

No proof other than the Word, written by the Saints we trust would never bear false witness.

Have no doubts that your personal value to the Cosmos is minuscule and virtually invisible

Poor brothers and sisters, my cousins, kin and friend(s) I am here to be called full of bull

On the middle road, the path is lonely and dark but I squawk as the Eagle’s radar in flight

Responds to hunger for comfort food and You, it goes without saying, #EnjoyIt, you got it!

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r j j stephan, i { I do not volunteer for the trip to #Mars but I have a friend... #TheJoker }

c. Monday February 18th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #MikeWallace Frank Lloyd Wright Romanza interview on youTube link #HITES on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/muoVqVZ7RlM }

 

 

FINIS #BlackHolesDoNotExist 

#ALTANT

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

#MAGIC #NIRVANA #OTHERS ...

by

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. ?