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@RunawayJune

FLOCKS FLEECED, KISS THIS YOU...

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 22, 2019

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Sure I’m a creepy kinda meme but just for the record, it’s sufficiently necessary lady and gent

Lady realms to be lived and died within, undercover skin and bone, One mind on a red cent

Puckered up for theoretical morality, Time’s in or out, holy sheets, anarchists’ fist of fears

Uglier than Bad and Good not just a rooster-struttin’ Singularity but #DickWords in boxers.

Always, sometimes and often or maybe never, ever while I’m alive, explain the Void above

Down to the core of the planetary matter where remnants of hot Earth burn like a spirit/dove

Completed the substitute for the unknown, the factor of x being whatever I am not, the Void

Nothing to see here, I am not a teacher, just a bulldog, creator-son of an immigrant android.

In the Parochial mode of being a boy, a man, a good one who is trained by avoidance of guilt

To be Good-Evil is a Free Choice of the Free Mind within, inherited via DNA inter-court silt

On a burned out rock, a living form of life from another place in Time-Space’s data dumped

In the beginning, stolen kiss or magnetic, mutual attraction to the holy tingle we trumped.

Meaning and the intent to manipulate the forms in this matrix is all you have, gold is lead

Nothing but an empty mind and a debunked theory of consciousness left to gestate, swallow

It’s hard to do but if you just pucker up and close your eyes just before you grab Archie’s head

Never to see the freckles or smell the bad breath, eternal high school guy, dreamin’ I’m dead.

Paying off Karma I’ve owed since the fifteen other times I’ve lived and died on a spidery web

Confronted with others, not brothers or sisters of same movement in the bloody, #alt hubbub

Kissin’ and makin’ up by makin’ out, gettin’ made in a flock of a herd, like a gang on the block

Dragged down from innocence, being an orphan from starlight, there’s an idiot in every flock.

Key to the lock is to forget why you were conceived and born to the #HereAndNow, just Be

Like exactly nothing more than anything else since you are all that it is, you’re the enchilada

In a black hole or at the event horizon on the speed of light way to a singularity, so what the...

You can kiss It goodbye when the lights go out, One thing left to do, kiss This, more whiskey!

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 22, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ ... listenin’ to Aaron Tippin Moments on youTube #KissThis #MeAndYouWereThrough #Goodbye in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gaVnU6yHwSI }

 W.W.A.R.D. ?

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

#HolyCowHydrogen

HE AROSE FROM DEAD ANGEL SEX

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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.

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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.?

#HolesInTheWorld #HolesInOurHeads #HolesWithTheGloryOfOneness

OUR LADY, #420 @NotreDame *

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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.

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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.?