#ABrownEyedGirl #Mine @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

 CALCULATE INFINITY’S ESSENCE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 15, 2019

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Holy week being killed and causing a Resurrection, ma and pa gave up on a divine kook-ade

Parasitic paradise it is right here and now, a Savior presenting an empty tabernacle grenade

Roll the stardust of paradise into the North Wind of #LaLaLand, hills havin’ the hungry eyes

Sights for the sore, symbolic bullet-strength national prayer in my bull’s eye, Nazi gods die.

Weaponized simulation of apes’ malfunction, monkeys turned human, empty, hairless mind

Amazed in the sense that there’s only death to avoid while you’re survivin’ a holy-ass jubilee

Completely amazed at the ignorance of the minions, kept on the down-low, an aberrant kind

#Funktastic impression of the charlatans who follow Jesus’ apostles to love, wasted in Time.

On this Holy week before the Resurrection of the man-god, the One son of original Sin

God’s son, immortally conceived in a womb without an impregnated ovum, just an Odin

Comin’ up above the surface wave curl, blue above and below me, Kauai, Hawaii I surf

At the right time, on the right day, a dream of a tunnel puts you into #LaLaLand turf.

Here are some glass beads you can chant prayers upon, hang them from your waistlines

Hails and Our Fathers and Glory Bees, all for the confession of disobedience to law fines

On the way from here to eternity, you either learn well or not, to survive in a cool matrix

It’s all you’ve got, check out the #SpaceX data, that’s your #Nation my man, it’s for kicks!

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 15, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ listenin’ to #Kicks by Paul Revere and The Raiders link https://youtu.be/84L7wRSg2Vk }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#WordsToSay #NoneOfYourBusiness #Weezer #Coachella2019

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THINK DREGS, #COACHELLA FUEL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 14, 2019

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Yeah, that’s me thinkin’ about bein’ underground, under a stone, my head’s busted, nothing

Why I came and where I went after the bones quit movin’ is the question for the once living

I am what I am, it is dead to you and your friends, your relatives, both dead and alive now

Present time’s space and in the future Space of the Past, I dreamt of a comical, Cosmic crow.

Waiting every day and night to resurrect myself and become erect for the DNA spigot spout

But something is missing, I think I know what it is but it’s impossible to know if you’re alive

Everybody and everything that lives must die, it’s the required progress of returning to Void

Recollect before your Ma & Pa conceived your DNA combo? No foolin’ Odin, Zeus or Lloyd!

Call it what it is, a miracle of spontaneous combustion of acidic essence of The Cell, The One

It’s always One for All and All for One, like the Three Musketeers, troubles for One are Many

Insignificant, invisible, undeniable plethora of a smoke, a film, no memory of host, it’s worse

A Being alone in Space, spinning clocks’ Time axis's Space of Earth’s body, I’m a starburst?

Back to the grounds of being under the rock of stone ages, no sound, no sight just stone cold

Demons of the republic’s social system want to excrete the genome back into the DNA pool

To mix the menudo back into the hodge podge mess of revolution of the masses to con itself

Into masticating and digesting the enculturation inherited from gypsies, tramps and thieves.

My name’s not as important as the factoid that my father impregnated my mother by surprise

There was no invitation to mate or to gestate for 9 months in the darkness’ warm, black hole

Where you think you can go if you get to a threshold of the #EventHorizon, matter turns dark

Squashed into a Singularity where I’m all of It, One God’s ‘FX’, a stoned philosopher’s snark!

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #LIVE #Coachella2019 with the other 3 & a half zillion snarks on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bAS_E1D0UXw }

FINIS

#InstantaneousKnuckleBalls #HellICantRememberWhereImFrom - @JonothanWinters { after being struck by lightening on the way to the @JohnnyCarson show ROTLMAO }

NOTHING’S IN THE PICTURE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 13, 2019

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DNA is one thing and Nothing is the absence of everything, it ain’t so, atomic anti-matter

No past, present or future timing of the revolutions and orbits’ of souls higher, much holier

Than thou and thine neighbors, crazy mothers of fathers showed the way, basic pullin’ train

Gravitational collapse into the corpses all up and down the scales, played the music insane.

My gas’ mix must be without cosmic dust, it suffocates bronchial tubes’ mitochondrial draw

To breathe in and out the wrong mixture on Earth is akin to breathin’ moon atmosphere raw

That I am here and now is a miracle in itself, the fact that I’m able to elucidate nothing’s face

What I will is what becomes the reality, alive and well in front of my eyes, songs and Grace.

Not as lonely as it appeared at first, the measure of the excitement is the flying of the time

It is merely the paying no attention to the passage of the things that age with Earth spins

It all makes sense in some bizarro world where everybody does something for nothing at all

Dreamin’ of runnin’ around in circles to pretend that Life will mean something, oh, The Fall.

Therefore, assuming that DNA and RNA on Earth are a spontaneous result of the Big Bang

Nothing more or less to say than that, One take away one leaves None, that’s it sweet thang

Shoot a messenger for the e=Mc2 equation, it ain’t my fault that Love’s a sight for sore eyes

It’s the Charm and Quarks that will show the way to the mind over shit-babies wales & cries.

Reflected in the mirror, the glass of the watery surface of cess, are you kiddin’ me loose-lips

We and the UFO aliens who never mix it up with us since they’d be warping the Time slips

If and only if you have been moved by logic and reason to the inescapable ends, dead ones

Symbolic Ends and Means, desperate in fear and loathing, holy souls’ 12-gauge shotguns!

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r j j stephan, I *Header is a DNA strand, what you’re made of if you’re a fool or not!

c. Saturday April 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

* drafted listenin’ to Everlast #Ends & #chit on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MjiMqeD-lrs

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W.W.A.R.D.?