#SmackUp #ItIsNotWhatItIs #SuperNovaAbortion

SHARK, SNAKE & A COVERED NOSE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 15, 2019

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Way out of the limelight and spotlight deep in the dark alley, it’s a pitch blackness hum

Difficult to comprehend the here and now, whatever it may be, yet, the band played on

Nothing to recollect in a dream come true, when it’s over, it’s over, POTUS to the bum

Fool me once, shame on you and if you fool me twice, load of shame on me, myself & I.

Conquered the fear of Fear itself only for the survival amongst the all too human-germ pods

Americans, Chinese, Sunni, Shiite , Muslim, Christian, atheistic fortune of the extinct hoods

Walkin’ on the water and the air, cosmic menudo of what’s on the table in front of my eyes

Weakness coming a moment prior to personal extinction, shield of the invisible One’s skies.

Insulting and injuring the Good, the Bad and especially the Beautiful, my nature, I am a beast

What it’s always been since before the enculturation, the potty-trained higher education feast

Mysterious revolutionary orbit, incorporated conglomeration of frozen, hot atoms of the Fifes

Peaceful ending to the story of the idiots and morons who cause and effect historical psyches.

Fortitude required to survive what phenomena are presented, at random, anyplace that I sing

Being prepared for unexpected and expected effects of excited matter from a First Cause’s ice

Banned my abortion, therefore I am, the Earth has conceived my essence, my nature’s being

Imaginary Earth ‘fore humanity’s sharks and snakes waygone out of sight, goddess damned!

Pagans, Christians and the rest of the minions who may not be offended by the faked honesty

Found a reason for Justice here and now, before the day I was gonna die, all alone on my own

It’s been a pleasure to be there when you’re eyes were opened wide for the justice pity-party

Dream in a dream ad infinitum, nightmare or day-mare, snakeskin, sharkskin bonified bone.

Utter chaos at both the Origin and at the final atomic fission or fusion, at the whim of Space

The #WhereWithAll to generate supernovae of a Third Kind and Cause a Black Hole’s face

No escape for the philosophers and economists, neither for politicians nor the minion herd

For your eyes only since you were drawn to this Space and Time, to First Cause a Last Word.

Now, here’s the ticket, it’s a joke, you will die, you cannot deny that Truth, that’s all I can see

Other than that fact, the rest is a matter of super blind faith in a superman’s screamin’ shout

Empty space outside of this atmosphere brought back the facts from astronautics, oh infinity

Songs sung of lives lived, Time in Space addiction to Air, a Goddess’s injustice so #GTF out!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 15, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #BiggestBlackHolesAndCosmicMonsters on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nPyTMw--rvY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JerseyGirls #GoneWithoutAWhimper #PutMeOutOnTheStreetsWithNoShoesOnMyFeet #LoveMyBrownEyedGirl #SnappinYourJeans

HE, SHE, IT, STASH MOTHER’S ILK!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 14, 2019

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Keep ‘em up at ten and two, hands on the wheel and pedal to the metal, dream is side slippin’

Deep into empty pockets where nothing returns, in fact everything turns into nothing, my kin

Sorry to be the carrier stool pigeon for the epic peon-pawn charade, your life, our life blood

Like the magic you feel as you laugh at the comedy and tragedy you understand due to a god.

Shooting balls in hoops, scoring, touching down over the goal, sliding into home, I’m all in

Nevertheless, nobody wants to play the games with me because they hate to lose, I will to win

Since I could think about it, I’ve been knee deep in the struggle for survival, I’m out the shed

In my mind maybe until I was about 50, on the way to the 70’s I defend quickly, light sped.

There is no luck of the draw when the deck is stacked and you have blinded faith in justice

Life and death without the rules given and followed by the minions, unfair yet top shelf ice

Struggle to survive here and now, on this plane of existence when others want your life slice

Just because of their early childhood, they’ve been introduced to the blues by Adam’s slice.

Here is the saga, don’t give me that look either, the one that you give when you think you cool

And that I am not so much, yet we get along like shots of whiskey shootin’ straight one to four

Happy hour and on the way out the door, to the taxi, to the hangover door, home again fools

No choices here, we couldn’t keep my hands at ten and two, hungover, tree’s in my dead face.

Nothing more than the end of the nights and days that weren’t here before you got conceived

On spirits or hallucinogenic weed and fungi and cacti and Earthling sap, a menudo cocktail

One for me and one for you, wait a few moments and the sights and sounds of Earth mutate

Into the hell-bells that come now and then when life gets old enough to shrink and dissipate.

Who you are, what we all are, what this is all about, in love or not, there’s a good or sad story

About whether or not you get what you want when you want it, desire-will, it’s all about me

I’m the One that’ll die when it is time to take my last breath, therefore I live below, as above

I will be precisely where I personally was, rackin’ up the bones on the night-shift puppy-love.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, May 14, 2019 A.D. @ 6:44 PM PST

{ jam to Brothers Osborne #PushinUpDaisies & HITS @ https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0 & Eric Church #SmokeALittleSmoke link @ https://youtu.be/HOFzyA65O7Y & @ChrisStapleton #Millionaire @ https://youtu.be/CaqzeE41XcA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyeAmACaveat #RealThingsAintHereRightNow #TheEyesHaveIT

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#SCUTTLEBUTTIN’ A #ROSE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 13, 2019

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You know and I know that nothing really matters at all, in the end, no holy bed of azure roses

Do not offend the rights and privileges of the matter and form of the Void, we’re just posers

It’s nothing personal, just the facts man, you know it deep down inside, alright, alright, right

Nobody worries about me, my mama and papa have departed into empty, infra-neon light.

But wait, it’s all a game of thrones when you have no rules other than the moot scuttlebuttin’

Of the women and the rats not mice and men, they own it all from one atom’s planetary fun

From a seed, bush and a thorn in the crown of a lightening bolt’s google-bomb of my Zazen

In a crossbow ready for the bullseye of your mind, your persuaded Id boredom of Hydrogen.

In the frequent variability of the human genome’s metabolism, the training of babies matters

Without being ingrained into the ethical choices of a free spirit, a free will, you go to prisons

Or you are hunted by the #PowersThatBe, some of them our own brothers’ and sisters’ kin

You care more for the survival of your own true self than the altruistic survival of a minion.

It is what it is, there is really no alternative to the #PrimeObjective, to be fittest to survive

Knowing that it’s all a transitory experience with a vacuous promise of blinded faith in gods

None of them present, all of the past and just sayin’ they’ve got no future doesn’t fly above

Neither can it dig below the pole’s of the dirty ball down to the hot-iron core of lava bloods.

Get it right when you order the flowers for your survivors to feel better about the ignorance

None of them will get out of this presence in the present still breathing with heartbeat sins

Side effect of the falling down from heaven to Earth, asleep as if you’ll never awaken, is this

We’re all gonna die, dead and wild angels are the only ones who eat cow DNA, #Matrix wins!

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r j j stephan, i #ArmstrongAndGetty #NeverAgain #NeverAgainAgain

c. Lundi, May 13, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while frequently LMAO & listenin’ to the #ArmstrongAndGettyRadioShow on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST or podcast your arses off @ https://kste.iheart.com/featured/armstrong-and-getty/ }

W.W.A.R.D.?