#AnArrangedMarriageAboveAndBelow #SpaceTimeInfinity #HappyGoodFriday ...anyway, nobody stays dead forever, right? Not even God or @JohnnyComeLately ! #FWAAAT ? #NightAfterNight

NO PROBLEM SENOR, MUCHACHOS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 19, 2019

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A good Friday to die, to brand the legend of God born, lived & died on dirty, #MotherEarth

Made an entire world follow the #Teachings of a #Teacher who had a dead sacred, red heart

No record of the actual writings of the most famous man to conquer death on Earth, old Plato

No, not the mainstream’s notion of the killing by soldiers, heavenly sent sin, crucifixion blow.

Put into a hotrod, low-riding bullet which catches the front tires on fire, on #PinkMoons

You are going to spring a flower up from the seed, down with the roots, up the buffoons’

Xylem and phloem from your lips to God Almighty's eyes, at least the Void of your seeds

Here are the possibilities, voters are as ignorant as SOME of the incumbency, lead bleeds.

Whippin’ up the nests of eagles and the hippies who live in caves and waves of coastal waters

The dream of the peaceful innocence of birds catching fish in the sea to murder and starwars

Hey, sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do, that’s what my daddy told me, OMG, no!

I am what you are, I’m not what I am, now that’s a process that boosts your testosterone flow.

There is a hole in the world, in my world not yours, you’re perfectly adjusted arses, cold as ice

I know nothing very well, in fact you more than me if you know anything at all, roll the dice

Stop the inbound chatter about the Notre Dame hunchbacks, Saint Patrick homeless, nerds

Interfere with your investigation and you will go down in flames, you’ll be destroyed birds!

In a form of vernacular, unfamiliar to most I’ll speak Latin for a moment, #CogitoErgoSum

Thinking is suspect to begin with, all it’s cracked up to be, high IQ dedicated to a modicum

Of nature’s essence to your own, you are in a Void sir and madame, back allies of #PeterPans

‘x’ & ‘y’ #Collusion, a #HighRoad, your mama, #ObstructJustice for the gods hate orphans!

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 19, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST 

{ drafted listenin’ to @Armstrong &Getty on @Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST, prejudiced against old people runnin’ the USA, FWAAT #WTF anyways, Breaktime listenin’ to @WARTheBand AllDayMusic on youTube link https://youtu.be/prFVipovIQI & ThingsINeverNeeded by #GracePotter at #Daryl'sPlace on youTube link at https://youtu.be/kc1Oqz1RBqc}

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#GenomeAndMaybelline #ShipAhoy #TheOJays #MarilynMonroe

GENOME AND MABELLINE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 18, 2019

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Why can’t you be true? Oh, you are true, I’m the one who is false but it ain’t all my fault

Everybody’s got a story in the naked city, nobody gets out of this life alive by void default

In particular and in general, the meaning of life is a matter of blind faith, war’s hipsters

Live in health and happiness if you get a choice, do well unto your brothers and sisters.

Full of youth and the evil money of the bones and skulls, beauties clubbed by beasts, mated

Conceived this racket of revolution, cellular mitosis of the culture onto my extinct forehead

On the nature of carryin’ weapons of peace, my hands, arms, knees and feet, a jet in stealth

Extreme force required if and only if the fear of personal death exceeds the fear of my Self.

True, don’t doubt it, if you know what you can do with your opinion’s #WhiteTrash flocks

Up the hill, down on the mountainside in the backwoods or in the middle of the boondocks

That is home, sweet home just like the middle of the concrete and steel in the suburban city

Until the great grandsons and grandnieces of the elite become the stardust’s hot tamale.

Hunger and thirst will get you to the pollution and maggot infested dead meat, you’ll starve

When matter cannot consume itself it withers away into what cosmic dust is able to thrive

Until a gravitational collapse of the Time and Space that the Singularity hides, if & only if

A required condition is that something is dreaming this polkadot, man or alien being’s motif.

On a space ship or a time slip in a worm hole, movement of a thing itself is all you can ‘er see

It’s the cause and effect of the Liberty and absolute Freedom only tigers enjoy, killer of slaves

I’ve got arrows and bows, silent annihilators of my life’s consciousness, shark-like tidal waves

Comin’ here and there on ships, divin’ in and out of undrinkable salt H2O, low on Vitamin C.

As above this plane of the planet’s cracked, salted sand so below it’s surface down to the core

Symbolically inert signs of war and peace, good and evil, genius and idiots, takes one to know

That what I am and what you are is the form of matter, as it evolved from the cosmic score

A random cell of inert matter in the form of hydrogen and oxygen gases collide into a flow.

It ain’t true that that bottle of sleeping pills fell into your mouth, forced you to swallow 50

Dead and gone before the flashing lights and hubbub down in the #Hollyweird silent movie

What was that Elton John sang about in that song, #NormaJean goodbye and buenos noches

Nothing personal, just a good girl in the wrong place available to the leeches’ nasty roaches.

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r j j stephan, i {*People will rob their own brother! - Cain & Abel ha! }

c. April, 18, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to The O'Jays #Money & #ShipsAhoy & olden HITS ‘bout lettin’ MONEY, ALMIGHTY DOLLARS change you..... don’t let it.....keep on keepin’ on link @ https://youtu.be/Ll3uipTO-4A & a video tribute to Marilyn_Monroe https://youtu.be/mZ-4CeILy90 }

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W.W.A.R.D. ??

#ViciousTricycle #JackOfAllTrades & #MasterOfNone #GettinOver #AnywayWeCan #NoBackStabbin

XOXOXOXOXOXO

I AIN’T KIDDIN’, IT’S WORM SPERM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 17, 2019

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It took a few years to figure out the Truth about Everything but now I cannot forget about it

Nothing in the stars up there, out there where you look when the Earth spins around in a fit

Pouring your DNA all over the fruit hanging low on the vines of parasites who have no point

Be foolish, ego-lick, run the dozens and have good time in a space you find to smoke a joint.

Burnin’ leaves to change the reality right in front of your eyes, all you hear, smell and taste

Leaves you numb and without any feeling at all, cold and without the blood flow, a lame duck

A mind of unwavering hope to be immortal and never to extinguish the light of God’s haste

Whether many or just One almighty being before our mothers-fathers mated, who GAFF?

In any case, offenses are intended by the wise and crafty who will always win God’s context

It’s not my fault that I have the tools you wish you had but couldn’t handle French pretext

That you would have to live with the germs, the bacteria and you are literally a mere virus

Peaking at the top of the attic below the cathedral roof, a hunchback in 3D for the minions.

Spy? Back to an original sin of tattle-tailing, I’m tellin’ your mama, she’ll tell your fake father

On Holy Week, not Good Monday or Tuesday or even an Advent of Lent’s deep purple feather

Having a heart is not necessary for life to exist on Earth, not here and now now or evermore

Stick a pin in it, the Eagle’s still in flight amongst the golden eggs, azure sky, Zeus’ quasi-ore.

He-men and She-men, She-women and He-women, moving along on the matrix, fertility so?

Doctor orders the genome from the host, doctor is the genome, the donor, dad of hundreds

All look the same, not like the olden days when your friend or brother did the deed also, oh

My God, this is your dream, it’s a nightmare, your child is not your child, it’s the Cisco Kid’s.

Everybody looks like the same ancestor, that guy in the oldest photo you have is NOT the one

Who brought us all down this path of unknown origin and a surprise final ending, lips agape

Do not remind me that my friends and relatives have died, their bones are scorched, god toys

Give me back my bullets now, the logic insults the dumb-asses who listen to the cosmic noise.

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r j j stephan, i - THE header is Spyguysandgals Spyvsspy #SpyVsSpy #PlasticProps -

c. April 17, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #MightyDuo Armstrong & Getty on the One megawatt #Flamethrower Talk 650 KSTE #HideYourProtection }

W.W.A.R.D.?