#DoNotCuss #FoulLanguageIsBlackHoleSingularityFuel #CrowsOnAMission #DonJuanMatus @CarlosCastenada #IceCream #SoulScream

OUT OF YOUR MIND, SOUL SCREAM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 2, 2019

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With my own eyes, I could not believe what I was seeing, out in front of my pen screamin’

My paintbrush and a plethora of color from white to black and in between, in living colors

Around the turning merry-go-round ad infinitum, liking it or not, it’s all there is, all you got

No turning around from here and now, only going down, never up, it’s too black, no lights!

On another hand, it’s dawning, that we qualify for free gifts of bliss, ignorance and amnesia

It is my treasure chest of inheritance from the original man and woman who began fantasia

Full of the silver and gold that comes from the dead star’s refused fuel, we’re ain’t dead dude!

Infected in the end or at the origin, with the virus and bacteria that qualify for being Good!

Up above and down below the things themselves, I think that I will to be, therefore, ‘I says’

Mother Earth and Father Sun before me and will still exist when I’m done, huzzah, huzzah

Rested underground or in the justice of the free falling volcanic ash-choke, cosmic collapses

Road’s twisted on the way to the dead end, weary hallelujah or not? Creator, Jesus’ Buddha

Periods of the era of human genome are historical some are not, always Dark Days indeed

Affected by all of the lunar and solar effects upon this rock that rolls a dry, wobbling seed

Earth is full of graves of bones for a reason, it’s got nothing to do with God, saints or angels

Sorry, no disrespect but I’ve been blinded by the light of Truth, justice is ringin’ my bells.

Equal and disproportionate piles of ash, liquid rock, bricks in reformulated, lead-mortar balls

No kidding, you know just about all there is to find out, idols will idle, tearing skies drip, cry

Alive, live every moment like it’s the last one you’ve been granted, AC/DC wall of the evil fly

Get more than eight miles high, out of your mind, out of the world as we know it, Adam falls.

Invested time in your golden lead, into the form of a statue’s head, looks in your motley face

Or me or any form of homo sapiens with 208 bones and a ton of guilt for Alpha’s stolen pool

Time and Space becoming the duration in this place, my hometown, my digs without a trace

Deep in the woods, in the jungle, near the caves at the top of the volcano, I still play the fool.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted with grace from above {#MyMuse}, while listenin’ to some Bruce Springsteen #HumanTouch cd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bNJA3jCeAR8 }

*Header is one of the VincentVangogogh #masterpieces, #TheScream link to more @ https://youtu.be/boRWPNu_JZA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BillionsAndTrillionsOfMinutes #UnblindedByTheLights #WheresMyBabyAtNow

FREE ENERGY, WORMHOLE BLOW

by

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

by

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.?