Stargard - Which Way Is Up 1977 (Virus Mix)

W.W.A.R.D.?

Deep into a #NewYorkStateOfMInd #HappyBirthdayBillyJoelNumber70 #BruceSpringsteen #BillyJoel & #AlexaJoel

WHITE HOLES, RA & MIGHTY THOR

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Richard Joseph Stephan  · Thursday, May 9th, 2019
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Spread nanoseconds of square feet above and below the planet’s surface, #HolyBlue ball

It’s a matter of black/white notions with no substance of The Form, Essence of #TheWall

You must be insane to be thinking beyond the ethics and morality of the tribes in conflation

It is the government of the germs and the people that is sacrosanct, alternative is extinction.

You’re a tool of the extinction, I am not, I cancel everything I can and delete the trails’ tracks

Into the Singularity I go once again, it’s a stretched out into an inside-out dot, pointed hacks

Hack or not to hack you while you read WORD play of a stranger hidden away in a lion’s den

It’s a MEME of the singularity, the inner core of the Void of your consciousness, an ego’s Id.

Fool me three times to strike out, I swing at anything that looks like it’s comin’ home to me

Tendencies of the animals to be eaten or buried underground with the rest of the dead bones

All movements from alpha to omega abstraction of the first to the last breath, a place in space

Snap your Achilles tendons and feel the downfall, Adam-Eve night, it’s a survival spade, Ace!

You will become identical to what you were before your mother and father conceived you, yea

That is it, written words of promises to return to nowhere, except in the NY state of my mind

Big Guy in the sky, above the moon, above the law of the good, the bad and the ugly, ad-lib it

Awakened, blinded by ultraviolet wavelengths of unburdened neutrinos in deep space’s chit.

OK, OK, OK, it’s failure to launch a boomerang from the angle of the dangle, hammer down

Thor lost the hammer, dropped the armor and helmet, naked ape still, mortally soul flown

#Odin and #Jord bore #Donnar before #Buddah #Krishno #Mao & #Christ, #Mjolnir’s pet

I can’t hold back the origin of the Void, a Singularity all in my mind, billionaires owed debt.

I need to burn leaves wrapped in paper (cigars and cigarettes) I need to find gold lottery wins

Vaping numbers, guessing random retrieval of digital dots, the winning ones, holy addiction

But and also, there’s no reason for the play, the acts on stage, the finales of waling, gnashing

Drunken nerds of grand-folks stuck in this here loop of providence, zip, black hole, Nothing!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

* RåGodt, snap Thor’s tendons, we’ll feel the burn? Run in spades/shoveled Aces in the Ho!

{ ...listenin’ to WAR THE BAND on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RFSWW4O6QNM }

#NEWYAAAAK
W.W.A.R.D.?

#ParticlesAreAlive #DeathIsIllusory #DimensionsOfSpaceAndTime #AtomAndEVA #DragParticlesOfHiggsBoson #GitYourOwnBoson

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 QUARK NUKES, INFINITE MATTERS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 8, 2019

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Here and now won’t be there and then but nobody comes back to review and verify at home

On the planet Earth or so I’ve been told and persuaded by the K-12 & professors of my butt

Put the key in the lock, twist and turn back and forth but it was tight and rusted tight-shut

Walked the middle road, one foot in front of the other, rollin’ life in a bag under a holy dome.

Outside of red dirt, eight miles higher than my friends’ enemies, my soul brothers and sisters

So I’m told, that’s where emptiness hits you in the solar plexus, drinkin’ twelve packs of beers

All are one and one are all, the three musketeers and the holy trinity trigger the swords’ fuss

Slices diagonally horizontal cuts until the pieces of flesh fall into medicated goo, stars dust.

Everybody wants to know what nobody will ever find out before they take their last breaths

Here and now won’t be there and then but nobody comes back to verify Words of God-men

Little minds in little bodies compared to the rest of the galaxy, a soul, indeed, invisibly seen

As a third eye’s disembodied spirit, nothing alive wants to be what It is, I’m all God’s deaths.

The heart’s the symbol of love but it disintegrates into atoms of matter, finally without reason

It breaks and bleeds out, pumpin’ out dreams of living, animated matter outed, a divine mind

Shots in the dark and blade slashes finish the hidden hit job of the massacred innocents’ skin

Fragile babies, decrepit skulls to toe, all of ‘em gotta go eventually, mighty God’s even Steven.

Down the rabbit hole now, jump in or you’ll get sucked in without your intent to groove, to fly

To the bottom where the core of Being exists in perpetuity, lights all out there, a rodents’ Ga

This is not a test, this reality from birth to death with a dream of nutrients for the mind’s eye

Is it real or fake? Perception, THE FORCE Nuclear gold, infinite weak atoms of Ma and Pa!

by

r j j stephan, i { Neutrinos & Quarks suck weak FORCE with gluons of mass-less bosons! }

c. May 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the scents and watchin’ the sounds of noise and silence drove me insanely normal, in trouble like everyone else on Earth, waitin’ for the hammer to come down & listenin’ to the origin of atomic nuclei, @CassiopeiaProjectQuantumElectrodynamics link @ https://youtu.be/KZ67q4pvoHI }

FINIS