#BillionsAndTrillionsOfMinutes #UnblindedByTheLights #WheresMyBabyAtNow

FREE ENERGY, WORMHOLE BLOW

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 1, 2019 A.D.

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It may or may not float in thin air, hydrogen full consciousness in a heart and mind of a liar

As if I had a choice to be conceived. to be born, be that as it may, soul’s vector is cool at best

Small byte of data in a remote viewing to a stranger in the night, lantern morphs into hot fire

Punks and genii in open contact disclosure for no reason I know of, that magic matters less.

Magnetic fields pulling on my psyche’s consciousness, my deep sense of Self, loosened a city

There it is, here and now, perceived by sensory and extra-sensory perception, black hole blue

Pan and pot, fork and spoon, got the song and the rhythm of the rhyme, drop a dime on me

There is a plethora of action points all in essence the same thing, One combusts, doubled two.

Too hungry to be Top Secret, too thirsty to be Confidential project of Starlight subpoenaed

Back to the ground of being, here and now on Earth, a finite time before death with a blade

Functional flying objects are now, I’m laughin’ about the conclusions without wisdom’s edge

Horror and comedy movin’ under enemy lines, contorting into masks of Ala, Zorro’s pledge.

My knife and sword will be embedded into something less than rock but more than liberty

It is not my choice but I will participate in the predication of the subjects’ and objects’ posing

Burned into the rock, branded and embedded, paws out of balance wheels and a stone matrix

Encoded the cypher of the Cabal, the I Ching, the prophet @GibranKhalil, interstellar sexist.

Nuclear weapons in metallic, circular objects are FO’s not UFO’s, got it? Get it? Very good.

Existence is a trip without any surprises but there are more surprises in store for the minions

You and I and everyone else, young, old like me, holy or in sin, particles of the gas of a god

What moved the unmoved mover? A push, a thought, a fall into a rabbit hole’s mortal sin?

Blind faith probably in error due to it’s wild conjecture regarding unknown emptiness’ void

Perhaps, the cake will be had and eaten too in this particular case, what the hell, android?

Running out of water, Earth will live on as a dry rock without living things’ evil, no life alive

Radiant and freed gas, evolved Singularity in a #WormHole, hell, mama told me not to come!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, April 30th, 2019 A.D. #Infinitude

{ #JustTrippin’ a hoax of suppression, this is a ‘dream within a dream...’ -- Edgar Allan Poe commiserating with Edgar Allan Poets psychically & listenin’ to Moody Blues #InSearchOfTheLostChord on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4mBCs2ugvII }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WWARD #IfYouGetStuckInTheRim #HangFire

NO SEQUEL, A PRO’S DARK FINALE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 30, 2019

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One and done, counting UV, neon fingers, pickin’ grinninn, keepin’ track of codes, #Puleeze!

Conception, birth, life, death, reincarnate birth to death, all too human lie, I’m pinocchoing

To be or not, empty spirit spit with no skin or bone in afterlife among White Dwarf voiding

Just because the burning eggs in toilet smells like the #Maoist killed #FactCheck, oh #Geez!

Your faith in your preaching, brothers, sisters and fathers opinion about mothers gone wrong

Back to the sceptical dream within a dream, where you’re asleep, lookin’ for food for the fang

Yet you’re not, it’s an illusion of the Being’s Nothingness, how it feels to be the whole shebang

Your climate will change sooner or later, don’t worry about the atmosphere, it’s a blues’ song.

#Dude, you must be kiddin’ because there’s no way your mother would allow you in the dojo

To sit around in your cubicle, your digs and just smoke, eat and drink hashtags, uri-defacto

Punks, thieves, fancy gypsies who go to the magnetic morons to become grave fodder’s gods

Neither logical persuasion nor abstract illusions of Space or Time resolve It, #AYKM, OMG!

Breathe in and out, feel the pain and suffering, the pleasure of avoiding the substance of me

That’s amore! You live, you love (or not) and then you die, that’s It, now you know, all done

From a naked lump of iron/dirt, Earth pretends not to be the dead star, hot core still within

Do not make me break out the Astro-Physics and Metaphysics on your poor psyche in Sin.

Here is the miracle, that you haven’t died before this moment of your inner #Aha, #NotFair

Meaning to your existence, your loved and hated ones alive and dead, why you should care

In a corner or on the corner, the bottom line is the four of the plane inside a nin-sided cube

Nowhere to go inside of the Georgia impeachment or the California goldrush, if you’re a rube.

In or out of Office or just the office, matters little to anyone deceased or preconceived in me

Out to lunch or on vacation, one step beyond the permanent vacation, utopian ecstatic skree

Inside,outside of superstitious spoilers in the national conscience, run the #dozens in #blow

It’s impossible to be fair in a singular byte with a spyin’ blue whale, mama’s just a black Ho.

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r j j stephan, i { Header’s a squalor moment of #TheDude #JeffBridges from Big Lebowski }

c. April 30, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted in proximate area of my magnetic attraction, my wife, my love preparin’ for angel wings for #RoundTrippin’ #CoastToCoast & listenin’ to #CypressHill on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1rZ9cqSJgRM }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FullTankOfHydrogenPeroxide #Greeks #Romans #Americans @TheEaglesBand

REDWOODS, MOVIESTARS & H2O

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 29, 2019

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Grounded right here and now, due to gravity’s force pullin’ me and little #queenie uptown

Where the poor men and women drink tonic and gin, the helpless, hapless, hopeless clowns

From the teenage years, enculturated selfies took hold of consciousness’ fear and loathing

Just because it could, there was no free choice, there was no free will, a fait complet vi-king!

I have been wrong before, especially when I was completely happy with the presence of glee

Happiness achieved due to hard work and saving energy for the long haul, trip to the edge

Open doors and windows to enter and exit the house of these wet-dry dreams of monkey man

Guard is up to protect the inner heart’s stone-hard, emotional response to parental abandon.

Mother and father, regardless of Nurture are indeed the cause of a Thing itself, come to papa

One of me, two of them, rhythm, melody, that’s the Truth, I am what I am, #FakeNews scam

Applause exempt, exhibition game, playin’ music, tellin’ jokes, actin’ the fool, #Ebonics flaw

Nothing itself sparkles it’s singularity, a pulsar dead and gone, a matrix, what? Yo’ mama!

Hot air, cold water, good to be alive, mountain or desert, garbage dump or quicksand muck

Here’s an alternative to happiness, total blackness without light, without sound, taste, touch

Complete, utter neglect of all atomic matter, hydrogen to heavy matter underground of Pluto

Hating the mighty mice won’t get you anywhere in Notre Dame’s tower, all hunchbacks blow.

Pot of gold stolen from the end of the rainbow before I was born, they still told the good fight

Truth be told, all of this dirty water being created out of Nothing, Adam and Eve #fakeNews

Give me a break, sinning, eating an apple of the knowledge tree? Must be low hangin’ blues

What would it get you when you’ve got everything, be curious about Nothing? That’s bright!

Last word of the lords of rings and lords of the twilight zones both above and below Nothing

I am what I am, it’s the same as you, a pauper or a queen or destitute mother of a So-Cal king

You’re mortal, even if you were not, I do not GAFF, that’s for me to know and you to find You

Tattoo that on your arm, your face, your back, your chest, ink blot that love of black and blue.

Whiskey and beers all around for everyone! Turn up the music, we’re in the mood to be rocks

Likin’ the multiplicity and the fear of the unknown inherited from the genome, ma and pops

Unknown dead ends, lead to nothing that matters except Earth’s ice cube box, good love alive

Found lost, hidden from neon light, in angels’ city near darkness valley, doin’ the hand jive!

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 29, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to Jackson_Browne #ShesGottaBeSomebodysBaby #GreatestHits on youTube link https://youtu.be/SmlRXhjulHg }

W.W.A.R.D. ?