#GrandJuryHearing #WhatWouldAynRandDo #WWARD

 

COMEDY OF A TRAGEDY, #KITKAT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 19, 2019

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In a play on a stage, life’s the same up there as it is down here on the ground, oh man

There is no reason or rhyme to the notion of being alive in the centerfold of nowhere

All there is can be summarized by blind faith in an unknown force of Death, I’m a fan

Printed words on paper, signals from signs and sounds of village voices’ somewhere.

I will admit to nothing except being incapable of ascertaining the day before crashed atoms

Inside of the darkest place and only place I’m actually from physically, mama’s blessed heart

Impotent within my own soul, to become a man/geist with blind faith in fatal, rock phantoms

Pyramids, skyscrapers, cathedrals, underground tunnels full of stalactite #Trump anomalies.

Let us add to the side of the hill with the POTUS rock heads of S.D., Donald Trump 2020

In a whirlwind of trinkets and #FakeNews cosmic stew, forget while awake, dream plenty

You may not come around again, the only chance you get to do what you can, Time is nigh

Without warning the quest may be cut short and ended before the mission’s complete, die!

Life is a bit more brief than a child would guess, to know death, you gets what you deserves

A look deep down into the psyche of mankind, the evolved #Fakeape without crust on toast

Few exceptions available from an historical record and none from the saints, all Divine pervs

Private functions obsolete, dying thinkin’ a ghost can be a soul without Earth, prebirth ghost.

Health and disease two sides of a flipped coin, to be feelin’ good or bad, a Lucky Strike drawn

Heads or tails, one way or another, it’s a 50/50 chance you’ll guess the correct landing pawn

If you lose, you pay in silver, if you win, paid in gold, the way of a fox. see if love or hate floats

Stray cats and cool cats, nose in the files to categorize-alphabetize the forms, doctorate notes.

by

r j j stephan, i #DoNotStartARiot #JustRememberThat #LoveIsWhatIGot #ComeBackToMe

c. Tuesday, February 19, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Sublime #LoveIsWhatIGot & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0Uc3ZrmhDN4 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

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!

by

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!

by

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