#SlaveToWisdom #AnathemaToIgnorance #SlaveToTheRhythmToo

HOAX THE #CONMEN, FAKENUTS!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 28, 2019

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Microbes of your idiot mind which has neither ethics nor morality, to consume Eve’s invitees

Of the gas, the hearts of the matter and the incinerated blastoff, fission’s fusion of guardians

To be conceived and lived for a #NewYorkMinute, immersed in #Chinatown loaded shotguns

Inherited from the immigrants who reproduced floods of strangers who met on foreign seas.

Clues to reason from the premises to the conclusion only lead to the dirty water’s jagged edge

To drink or not to drink the aide of the gators, that’s the eternal consternation of mud, sledge

Listen to me, I’ve never told the Truth, I told a Lie, a #Wikileaksoid #DataDump, honky fun

Sanction #MamaEarth, collusion with humanity, the god’s fission and fusion do it, be a sun.

Became a gypsy at birth, scared of the dreams I used to have while I was awake, gorilla mares

About a million dollars got me lost in this space, nobody knew where I went, where I’ve gone

I am goin’ out on a limb, it’s bending my conscience beyond it’s grasp of the Ego, the Id, me

Well certainly, I am the #superEgo, I am always right because I’m never wrong about history.

The Past and Present are all that’s possible to know, the Future will always be either intent or

Accidental progression of #BigBang’s #StarStuff of #Sagan’s ilk, not the angel and devil corps

Comin’ into the fold, young sheep believe that you’ve got to go along to get along, get #Pilled

Blind faith in the leaders of the seven continents of the watered asteroid, will get you killed!

Grow up young children of the elite, die young if you’re the innocent and escape the laughs

Absurd little syllogisms to express the idiotic dominance of the subordinates’ moronic gaffs

Copy your hidden code of DNA, #FakeNews discrepancy of a #Jackass, a conceptual analysis

Light in Darkness shows the empty, nothingness of evolutionary #FakeNuts #TeatsAndArse!

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 28, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted inside of the womb of my room in the house of the holy, dirty star-stuff and molecular destruction constant, now, #Dive! & of course listenin’ to the Train #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/zftcZYdOl3Y }

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@WorldOfSwirl #MidnightSpecial

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EAT COW AND HOLD THE FRIES *

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Wednesday, February 27, 2019

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Just because you think you’re so pretty and you blackened both of my bloodshot eyes

You didn’t ever fight fair but I had too much Jack Daniels down the hatch of no return

I ain’t bulletproof, I ain’t made of steel and like atomic glass, I’m fused up, ready to burn

Ready to blow but in a good way, an eruption and a flow downhill to Dixie and Dubai.

Current affairs and historical record oral and written may not match but who gives a hoot

There’s been an eternal feud between the good and the bad, it turns out to be really ugly

Like what you don’t want to see in the light or in the darkness, frightening face of reality

Pinched to see if I’m awake and I ain’t, it’s a dream for me and for you, you’re in my city.

I will go away in the dust and wind eventually regardless of your knowledge of the facts

As you will I’m sure, find that there is nothing in this world more important than love

A distraction from the apparent desolation and abandonment in the middle of our Space

Calling the passing, the Time spent animating, thinking, growing and decaying, saves face.

Bowing in reverence of the ones who’ve figured it all out, there’s nothing to worry about

There’s no sweat for anything you used to worry about, life moves on, without you fool

In the colors of the spectrum, rainbow from ultraviolet to infrared, invisible to a scout

I’m smilin’ and you’re cryin’ and I can tell you why, I know she screwed the pooch, tool.

I can’t remember today yesterday and can see tomorrow like it’s right here, right now

It ain’t no party my friends and crazy haters of this brand of pure logic and reasoning

Practical and metaphysical it all flows out of the mouth like a deluge flood of blessing

How high is out of this world, above or below the wobbling poles, mardi gras my plow!

Asleep in a dream, awakened in a dream and nothing is different, it’s all in the game of love

Original sin is these people got us here without our permission, souls, remember the flood

You’re not mud or stone, you’re really only part of the Earth since you eat and drink the dove

It’s the brilliance in the middle of violence and axle grease to be whipped into a frenzy, blood.

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r j j stephan, i   *Header is a swirl of whirl

c. Wednesday, February 27, 2019 A.D.@ 1:11 PM PST

{ wrote somewhere on a beach, while my <3 span=""> & angel flies through the air through the mighty wind to Jersey & listenin’ to some #ZZTop #WorldOfSwirl & #HITS on youTube link https://youtu.be/Sk6YS5m-tSc }

 

 FINIS

 

#RideLikeHehl #NeverStop #NeverLieToMe #AlreadyGone

BORED MONKS’ BOWS & GUNS, RIP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 26, 2019

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Struggle to become men and women from the boys and girls we got raised from, then caput

It’s over before you know it, before you wanted it to, an unexpected pretend shockin’ cut

Kicked off of the living team and traded to the dead, death of the heart and the soul, both

Souls cannot survive without a 208 bone framework unless angel wings count, chosen one.

Fear of the end of life will only waste the Time in this Space which’s so precious and critical

Mass and the quarks of black holes notwithstanding, a physics and chemistry, #Bardo #Hell

Burst out from a blown white dwarf, here we sit with Snow White and seven dwarves’ balls

Holy scat written down by scratchin’ straight and curved lines in the dirt and on cave walls.

Now and then, whether it’s your choice or not, you will die because you’re alive but that’s all

You and millions of other atomic ideas became adapted to pickin’ strings, Pan blowin’ a horn

For the minions to rock and roll around the Time and Space of watches and clocks, that’s all

Leave your body alone, burn it to dust, bury it in the rock flush of formaldehyde’s acid porn.

Grinning and laughing inside as loud as a black giant steppin’ on Tom Thumbs’ porch to find

Guitars and horns, drums and tambourines to add the voice of Earth to the noise of mankind

Words written and spoken in every language in the universe, sounds, signs never out of sight

Out back, *up-down* by a riverbed’s blown rocks, Hades’ smithereens, state of my good fight.

Fish and dolphins and whales jumpin’ out of the water to get up to the sky, we remain down

Home on the ground, still hungry to eat the matter to continue to remove a goddess’ gown

Searchin’ for what is never going to be found since it is nothing that is lost, nothing’s new

In my wildest dream, I live forever while everyone else dies in distress, um, the gods knew.

In a garbage or soup can, the refused is recycled into the smoke, chem-trail dusted air-gas

Through the hands of dirty bums and bumettes, life moves and animates the old bug’s arse

Educated from the kindergarten around 4 years old to the metabolized education’s gun-din

Boredom’s exactly what priests’ sisters of charity wanted, gods of war, death, now I’m all in.

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r j j stephan, i

c. #Mardi, February 26, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #TrueLove by Glenn Frye & friends' #HITS youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic }

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