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LIBTARDIA, BUILD A TEXAS’ WALL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 31, 2019

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--sssssnakes--
Bring in bum masses of the world’s downtrodden, impoverished, mouth-breathing beaches

With mothers and no fathers, fatherless children drinkin’ spring water, eating sandwiches

Each grain of sand in the hour glass falls in Space and Time, landing over here, right now

Choice of yours is non-existent, you must stay in line, follow the rules, pass go to eat a cow.

Burgers at the In & Out or the King of US, the #BurgerKing of McDonald, dead cows’ meat

To eat and to metabolize the DNA in the grilled flesh and bone of the inanimate, unholy feet

Pigs, sheep, cattle, goats, horses herding on the range, the cowboys and cowgirls go mainline

On the lam or in a cot at a speak easy or hovel full of decadent, uncivilized, haters out of line.

They wait and stay downtown until the suburban wives and mothers go on the lam, fix a face

Like the birds with wings, the metal jackets are packed with the living moving in Time’s space

Fulfilling the holes of Nothing, we call it the holy when it’s in reality, absolutely void of the All

No stardust to burn, no helium, hydrogen or any smoky liquid solid, All behind an eight ball.

When I bean this trip, I was an innocent, young sprout ready to grow into a man’s man’s fear

Of the death coming to us all, you, me and even God dies, ask the Christ who came over here

Down to the ground of the USA before it was here, should have waited until the internet rags

Hashtag #JesusChrist’s balls become extinct, again, before #Buddah’s reincarnated file tags.

Think water and food, shelter and company of the One’s brood, grouping DNA pals like toys

Borrowing and stealing what you never received from mama and papa, orphaned girls n’ boys

Tour the ground searchin’ for something that causes nothing, Be all over It now, here or there

Comin’ over the rainbow reflection of the sun-planet atmosphere, infrared, ultraviolet #Hair.

What you don’t know WILL hurt you and that is why you must know everything possible, All

It is a necessary condition for the enlightened mind of the ignorant, innocent, amnesiac fall

From heaven’s gates to the #TexArkana wall, #LetsRide cowboys, just read n’ heed the creed

Libtardia quaked, life deleted, extinguished Life,Love & The Blues, a dead sea scroll of Seed.

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 31, 2019 A.D. Sunday @ 7:11 AM PST --in lust with #FakeLibtardia with you!

{ listenin’ to Cage The Elephant #AintNoRestForTheWicked #MoneyDontGrowOnTrees #WhatDaddySaid link @ https://youtu.be/HKtsdZs9LJo }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

#ThisIsRareEarth #Militarize or give up the cookies! #ResistWeMuch

 

MOTIVES, SPACE’S TIME TO AVOID*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, March 30, 2019

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You can’t tell when something is going to fail, it’s the nature of being alive down home, here

On the Earth, the dirt, black, red and gold lucky to be alive for a moment, all of this is Fear

Of being all alone in the middle of nowhere with nothing but an empty vacuum to ponder me

It is one of the facts of life, these quantum theories of everything are in the computer’s scree.

Come home when you’ve been away forever, it just won’t look the same in the cosmic rod

Complete spunk and funk coming out of seven holes in God’s face’s skull, a dead demi-god

Golden God, yes sir, be obedient to The Master, there’s only One Way for High-Tech stipends

Live alive and be dead in death, that is all you can do, all you will do, unless your dream ends.

If you look around or deep inside, it’s identical, within and without a head, we all gotta die

It doesn’t matter if you’ve been loved or if you’ve loved anybody or anything at all, souls fly

It’s either an empty conceptual analysis of the things ratcheting up my bloody hemorrhoid

Or it’s an incredible notion that all of these things themselves come from nothing but a Void.

The inferior needs the superior to compare the mirage, instant ghosts in every orgasm spurt

It is how the spirit enters into the genome’s spunk, to be or not to be extinct in wipe-out Dirt

Star dirt is the used-up, gas emissions of the black holes and white dwarves, ghostly coolers

Punk rock and classical overtures come in dead people’s suits on the hook, dead-god killers.

Didn’t ask for a kiss but you took one from me without permission, it was sweet, we, all good

After time and space were swept under the mat, decades rolled by, I died, you died, we all did

Once upon a time, twice, thrice, multiple times, NUKE war OTW, ad infinitum 5G ping-pong

Boys and girls taught to obey the law, press buttons on and off, pay the tax to bang the gong.

Army, Navy, Marine Corps, Air Force, Coast Guard and reserves of warriors defend this chit

Stand down and don’t defend yourself, see what happens tomorrow, actually, you won’t see it

Eyes won’t be wide open, the mind will not be bent to the pleasure and pain of being the Man

Hu-man being specially created or randomly evolved in a clap-trap, a star-kissed a tuna can.

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r j j stephan, i {*Header is a masterpiece of rock hard, human symbol of the ORIGINS!}

c. March 30th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to NewsRadio KFBK-1530AM the Richard Syrett spouting tantalizing broadcast, paranormal, conspiracy, #AI & whatever the Cosmos hacks into! Boom, link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/kfbk-fm-am-217/ }

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#PERFECTIONisRIGGED #FakeNewsIsTheWholeTruth @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

A LITTLE SOMETHIN’ TO JUMP FOR

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 28, 2019

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Way up higher than ten feet, the hands’ bones slam on the rims, no longer hard rocks to fall

Easy as a swish through a nylon net, big boys and girls throwin’ the pea down, jammin’ a call

A little game created to keep the young fellows out of trouble, without it we’re doomed to see

Just a civilization of smaller skeletons, less than six feet long, two feet wide, miraculous to be.

Computers, #2 pencils, ball point and fountain pens, vaporized trees’ pulp into leaf pages

To capture the light and the ink in accepted, standardized forms, to read and digest sages

Wise men who told some tales without giving away the secret, why we’re here, who we are

Gods gave a narrative to the scribes, they wrote it, we read it, nobody ever knows it there.

Until you and I reach the final showdown, before the fear of death overtakes your tiny mind

Think about it, you were thinking of things and soon you won’t be, it will all be over my kind

Presence of sons and daughters of the unseen, above the matrix’ essence, below a poop deck

Children of men and women are what we are, that is all, no more or less, hey what the heck?

Motivation to move up and down, in and out, over and under in a 360 degree kind of circle

Is dependent on the ingestion of proper sustenance for the apprehension of momentum’s pill

You and I and no one else but the first man you met on the street, horns blown, here and now

Back doors side-locked tighter than tom toms, snares and a bass drum, skin of god’s spells.

Strings to rub the sound out of the friction, melodies and rhythm from hearts’ ebbing souls

Provided the stuff that dreams are made of, nothing substantial, no substance of tide flows

In or out of love, in or out of veins, bloody feelings seem to be all there is, either to be or not

Nobody knows, philosophers and priests pretend to know, the sheeple’s need to be a robot.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday March 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:35 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Joe Satriani “LIVE” #AlwaysWithMeAlwaysWithYout youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BsJisD7n8_Q }

 

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