#LowerYourGameteCount @ricoSacto #ricoSacto @ArmstrongAndGetty @JoeBiden

HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA’A

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Friday, May 31, 2019

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Nothin’s personal here, there’s no need to get your petticoats up in a bunch, gone fishin’ Ma

An amazing feeling of passion for finding what’s been lost, it’s fortune’s west coast bum spa

Grown men and women publicly pretending to be Mid-evil munchers, a homeless, fake cabal

Features are clothing the poor, naked, abused, damaged children, hapless idiots in downfall.

Alive outside, camp out in the open, under the blue skies of the day, twinklin’ black of night

Knee jerkin’ my arse off with the rest of the humane herd, as one toward the lemming cliffs

All for One and One for All is a mere motto of three french musketeers crashed in old Rome

Bloody tweets from the minions with star trek quality communications, prison cells of home.

If you fall down the hills like Jack and Jill while fetchin’ pails of H2O, you’ll all die my bloods

Nobody can live on the mud alone, the oxygen and hydrogen, elixir of the twilight zone gods

Exist they do, chumps above and below this planetary matrix of mud n’ blood way over here

Invisible and disguised as authorities when necessary conditions, cause EVIL to just appear.

I have you right where you want to be, there is no way to disapprove of my Natural selections

Random, recombinant DNA is a First Cause of dreaming supernova sun’s of crazy 7th sons

Numbers of positive and negative signals, east and west of the void, the zero bull’s eye Hole

Inside of the emptiness of a microdot’s center, deeply infused oil ignited, I whistle, you blow!

Corporate greed’s the nature of my plastic soul, oil from the buried dinosaur fluids, girl calls

Abandoned orphans and loved ones of the elders, all in the same buckets and baskets of balls

Consciences of Earth’s land and sea of abandoned matter and millions of miles away, HOME

Lovers of Ustream, Shakespearean death, no fishing signs to be or not, old Caesar’s in Rome.

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 31st, 2019 A.D. @ 8:08 AM PST

{ drafted on #Facebook while droppin’ #Fbombs on bums & listenin’ to #Jacque & #Gieaux at The Facebook Church of Armstrong and Getty on Talk 650 KSTE & breakin’ bread with Jane Fonda fan group Armstrong & Getty #RAWKon }

FINIS

#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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