P H I L O S O P H I A

Sunday, April 21, 2019

#God #Holly #Holy #Hole #Ho #H2 #Fear #Sorrow #Loathing #SacredLove #Bollywood #Hollywood #HolyWorld #BlackHoles #WhiteDwarves

#HolyCowHydrogen

HE AROSE FROM DEAD ANGEL SEX

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 21, 2019

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No juice for the thirsty and no blood left to flow in veins or streams or rivers to seven seas

What is the Holy gold for the wasted radiation of the lead and plutonium, the suns of fleas

Atomic and nuclear reactions to compression’s gravitational collapse, free-masonic rocks

Queens in need of a temple for worship of the Void’s nothingness, oil, holy underground.

Speed of light is faster than an eye blink, becoming ignorantly enlightened with wisdom

From the future time to the past time in Space’s void matrix, you and I become this One

Think of the thing dreaming before you awaken and then opening your three eyes, widely

To know the Truth of this dream within A Dream is to become alienated from the Hostess.

Neither Cupcakes, Snowballs or Twinkies will kill you if you eat them before you die, DUH!

Murder is nothing but annihilating your own essence of being, your ego and hot rod’s bonfire

What moves the thing you call your body of bones is a manifestation of a singular, divine idea

To lie down flat on your back and drop into an eternal coma, for the good, bad and the uglier.

Alright to eat the C6H12O6 designed into eggs, chicks’ peeps, malted cow milk balls’ plastics

Way to high and dry to become enlightened with the grace left over to my minions & spastics

Ones without parents or significant others, in a military herd of killers who protect Liberty

Slavery of bones that move when ordered, to manipulate thoughts and matter, is AOK I see.

I’m not what you see or who you hear or who you think I was tomorrow, mind bent backward

What I am is a thing, like other things, first I was not here, now I am and one day, I won’t be

That’s all, no angels in heaven, no satanic drones in #Hades or purgatorial purge, no dad, ma

Why didn’t you say it, didn’t want to ruin the trip, so innocent and tender, Oh My God, dear!

Let me get this straight, I won’t see any of the dead I knew in heaven or hell? There is none

Therefore, the purpose for living life here on Earth is an accident of fortune and Void space

Nothing personal to it, no punishment for crimes committed, guilty or innocent, Bliss’ ace

Sorting the Good from the Evil and siding with one or the other, it’s the Way, a winged One.

r j j stephan, i

c. April 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Subsequently, a dead man’s tomb, Stone rolled away, be blinded by light, see E=mC2 ! }

*drafted while watchin’ ROFLing, listenin’ to #MontyPythonsHolyGrail on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GDT2YOg8WSQ }

#NoHolySorrowInTheWorldTomorrow

W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, April 20, 2019

#HolesInTheWorld #HolesInOurHeads #HolesWithTheGloryOfOneness

OUR LADY, #420 @NotreDame *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 20, 2019

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Puffin’ the atmosphere, Isis, lady of the darkness, deep space, Notre dame eyes’ eagle spirit

Nothing but a void, a mere essence of matter that has not become anything at all, zip, zilch

Out on a limb of the only tree on the rocks of the sea, decisions will be made, I’m all this It

All there is as far as I can tell, there’s nothing more nor less than a holy, archeology gambit.

Tuned up Time travelers cannot come back a minute later than the moment they leave, No!

Once the planet is left, the thing cannot be the same when it returns, astronaut twins mutate

Inside the gravitational force on the surface of an old burned-out star core, we dream it’s US

Yet it is not, it’s a place in space that will annihilate in a New York minute, on a magic bus.

It ain’t my fault at all that I’m here and now and that I won’t be in a random, finite android

Since I’m here and I’ve got the bully pulpit, the silent Truth spills, divulges what it is, All of it

A bit here and a byte there, eventually the apple gets bit, chewed, eaten, swallowed and shat

Not because of any small reason other than a random collision of atomic, microcosmic void.

A privilege or two behind your eyes, lucky to have been here for a microsecond, in this world

Back in the Past and taken to this Present on the way to the immanent Future, Zen egg fried

Solving a mystery which is moderately concerning, that solution will lead to extinction’s fan

That variation of DNA that cracks the secret code is not in a human body, it’s humanity itself.

Modification of your comprehension of this Reality from this day forward is inevitable, ready

Get set and just go when you’re gone, look at it this way, where are your ancestors now lefty?

Even if you don’t swing politically correct, there is a space to occupy in the cosmic egg entity

Easter, Christmas, Life and Death, Oneness of Nirvana is the luck of the Irish in Notre Dame.

r j j stephan, i { *HEADER is what your essence looks like from the outside, now #GitGit }

c. April 20, #420, 2019 A.D.

{ *drafted while listenin’ to Eagles IN The Eagle's Den #HoleInTheWorldTonight & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9BQUpPVqlm0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, April 19, 2019

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

NO PROBLEM SENOR, MUCHACHOS

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!

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}