#RockyKilledStoney @ArmstrongAndGettyPoliScience

ON LASERDRONE, ABOVE n’ BELOW

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 30, 2019

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You have what it takes to make the machine work in tune with all solar systems’ #fakeDrones

Not just this solar system that Earth rotates around within but also, Alpha Beta Zappa clones

For the love of Adam and Eve and the UFO aliens from other dimensional space-time’s up

Comprehending the full extent of the infinity you’ll never be able to imagine, will you #STFU.

Cavemen and evermore clearly ignored logic and reason caused this evolutionary struggle

Survive? But why? Is this a dream? Is this something like a kangaroo court’s horn bugle

Frozen stiff in the flames of the hottest fire sent from the Sun, the Star’s burnin’ atom-mix

Reasons and causes for everything except for the most important conundrum’s dynamics.

Before you die you cannot become enlightened with the grace of a creator’s imaginary blues

A last breath will come soon enough, there’s no need to shroud the Truth in the #FakeNews

Comin’ up from stellar filth, ashes of a million bones in a mountain array, a zenish, holy bowl

Where nobody’s soul or spirit goes without a clue, that this is it, all there is, #FireInTheHole.

What happens when you find yourself alive and trained by morons, idiots, priests and nuns?

I found out and it’s for me to know, indeed, for you to find out, trust me, targets ain’t easy

In the end you and I will become the dissolved salt in empty space, fodder of human lives

Recollected for the sake of the mob mentality, string ‘em, stone ‘em, fry ‘em all, high fives!

Not from another planet, just this future time of this One and your present is my longass past

What y’all have done is run out of ideas, y’all contaminated the genome’s DNA, nothing’ll last

Peking to D.C. won’t get you anywhere special other than to the end of the infinite’s war game

Win, lose or draw nothing but net, Io-dazzler of holy drones, #ChinaBlanc opium’s to blame?

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 30th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ blasted out of my face’s skull content while listenin’ to Armstrong & Getty Radio Show on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 PST this AM, done by #NineOneOne & done! }

F.I.N.I.S.

#BooYaah #GiveItUp #TheWorldIsAGhetto @WARTheBand @ACDC

SKIN AIN’T IN THE CRACK, ROCKO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 29, 2019

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I did and you did what we had to do to get along, to get up the hill to #NorAm 5 Great Lakes

It was never there in the Void but we thought it was, it was the target, the goal of holy #fakes

To be or not to be as some disguised philosopher’s diatribe would posit for deaf human ears

To hear, heed or ignore the signals from the Void, I taste nothing but burned out near beer.

Moo-vies of light and darkness, forms, figures full of atomic nonsense, pain or envy sufferin’

Not just because it’s something to do, it is the ONLY thing to do, move, move, rippin’ burnin’

One thing led to another as I put one foot in front of another, tidal wave crash into a wharf

Empty Space in momentous counter-Revolution, self-less black hole of a clear white dwarf.

Penance pending my breath pushin’ air from the ether into my heart and soul, my tiny mind

The bytes that remain in my power to retrieve will end the close encounter of the third kind

When the identified are forgotten, they become the unidentified, hence UFO, Goliath’s rocks

All it ever will be is what it is right here and now, present after the past, before future shocks.

Push and pull, around in circles, elliptical wobbles ad infinitum in a creation of reason’s head

Brainless, mindless, formless thing in itself, the actual substance of the stuff we call existence

You won’t know what I know and vice versa, because nobody knows holy God’s face is nailed

Up on the wood with pig iron nails, hammerin’ Cris-crosses to hang until ropes noosed trees.

That boulder turned into this rock will roll up or down the hill, it’s the power of a man move

A push, a nudge in the direction of momentum drag, from first to last, holy spirit’s removed

Lost in the empty space of the cosmos, pretending to be happy and wise, sad and so ignorant

Once upon a time, there was an alpha male and then mortality claimed it’s omega on a rant.

Peaks and valleys around the waterless Earth dirt and rollin’ rocks, it’s a holy, spinnin’ spud

Imagine Earth without water looked at from Space, like an irregular artform, an Elmer Fudd

It’s not round or elliptically squashed due to centrifugal, gravitational and momentum’s force

Sal Dali would either agree or disagree but it wouldn’t matter much, we rob the crack whores.

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ blown out of the solar system while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND Ciscokidd #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WJMAzHaPaOU }

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#OnlyYouCanPreventForestFires @SmokeyTheBearAndYourMama #OpiodPanaceaBlackHole #SevenDragons #GlassCeilingBroken

PEGASUS’ OPIOID FLIGHT, #18thT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 28, 2019

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You better watch what you say and do and that’s not a threat, it’s an order of finite categories

Threat to every solar system, our white dwarf included, gravitational collapsed holy HeZeus

In a New York minute, the whole shebang departs conscious awareness and squirts jiz blows

Accommodation, assimilation of nonsensical mores, immersed in a civilized frame-freeze, us.

Impetuous at the worst and innocent alien from the past or future at the best, gods play harps

They’ll be pickin’ and grinnin’ all night long until the cows come home on the hog farm warps

Fields of hot pie fertilizin’ the same grass to feed the bulls’ scat, unpasteurized mega-spores

Filling the Space up between the empty Void matrix of the plethora of blown-out, bar whores.

Take no offense, it’s just a matter of time before y’all find out the Truth, life-deathtrap insane

You get my drift and you want to report me to the authorities, the pope, the bishop, the kings

So that the Word won’t get out that the co-mingling of seeds and eggs create #ThePeoplings

Homo Sapien enculturated by naive n’ ultimately ignorant dolts, yet wise as Plato’s dames.

Follow what he said because the pearls droppin’ from the two lips are the elixir of #Minions

We’all learn to rock N’ roll in high school along the ecliptic of #TigerWoodish #AtomicSins

Amazingly perfect treasure of the lead and gold, left from the Big Bang’s blown smithereens

Muse’s sound and doors slammin’ shut on my athlete foot, very near the end of boppin’ teens.

Winged horse flyin’ with the bass and treble of the melody and lyrical scat of their ivory tower

Playin’ it over and over again, ad infinitum just tryin’ to succeed, survivin’ in a dead lion’s lair

Flew as high as the eagle but died just like the wasted viral, bacterial germs of a bl-purple sky

Lemon drops sucked hard up on the chimney tops, it all comes down to this Why high, why?

Done the best that you could have considering you spent years floundering, sitting around It

On the ground, here and now, waiting for the next day to turn to the next one, an epileptic fit

Nothing and nobody will be saved by the implosion of the Void, a gravitational collapse of me

All that matters o’er here n’ now is that I #LiveAndLetLive on the way to the #EighteenthTee!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ configured while listenin’ to the Beachboys #CaliforniaGirls POTUS # 45 - Donald J. Trump #409 & HITS on youTube link  https://youtu.be/cdNRiZ0kwR8 }

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