#CriticalMass #InfiniteVoid #Sharks #Jets #SurferGirls @TheBeachBoys @SnoopDog

 

LESSONS OF SNOOP/CHUCK LOGOS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, June 7, 2019

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Gods of the animals of Earth are all dead in the ground of being, animated my fake divinities

Filled with heavy vibrations of lead and gold oozing from star nova in an empty, blackish hole

Premium for the hydrogen and oxygen to rain down on the ground, to grow the seeds to trees

Fruit of sweet vines to feed monkeys who’ve no shelter before they fade away into belly scat.

A boy at the altar speakin’ Latin of the change from water to wine and bread to godly zens

To be kissed and then eaten and swallowed to allow forgiveness of being related to origins

No freedom to choose in the divine creation, no freedom to obey Laws of the God ain’t fate

Rational logic from the muck and mire of this holy void fails to enlighten, it’s a fool’s mate!

We lived to be here willingly or not and to eat, drink and sleep off the years until a bitter end

Maybe a good or evil place to be once you have no body, armed with just a holy soul to blend

Into the matrix, the menudo mix of nouns, verbs, objects of subjective predication of the cops

Society know-it-alls passing it on to the minions beyond their six foot under graves, psi-ops.

Doing everything before you die is a good idea since nobody will follow up for you, do it alone

Then you know it’s done the way you want it to be done, the right way the first time, all’s fun

Even if it was all pain and suffering, to be here and now on Earth, it may be better than a void

Absence of happiness and all emotion, lack of logic and reason, hardly to alarm old Dr Freud.

To know that the object of happiness is just to be alive, born and raised to avoid being eaten

To be the atomic dust survived from the Big Bang is all the measurement of success I’ve seen

Empty vacuum of meaning when there’s no reason to evolve, Chuck, rational and dead wrong

Reincarnate over and over again until you succeed at Life, then sing a final, dark LOGO song.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Rare.Earth/Philosophers.Stone/BAHC Gems LOL, no just RARE Earth on youTube #GetReady link @ https://youtu.be/Yan9WilVmEg }

 

FINIS

@RunawayJune in the #PurpleRain dream of #JustFriends #Precious @PRINCE

NOT GOING TO LIE, YES I AM, SAM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 6, 2019

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In schemes of things, nine lives are not enough living to be perfectly one, with bipolar suns

It means nothing that humanity itself and the minions collect words for skirt-less librarians

From every molecule of the seven seas and every grain of sand and diamond black, dirty cut

Ooze of life secreted from the bone of OM where nothing comes nor goes in nor out of shut.

Beetles and cats put alien bones on the map, at once they came, still come from darker stars

Hydrogen and Nitrogen, Oxygen and Carbon Dioxide lived life with or without jets and cars

Starting from the place below the foundation where angels fear to go, get along old warriors

Hopped on board the train to nowhere before you knew the legend of breeding crack scores.

Here is where my alter-ego takes over the monologue’s filthy, dirty tone, easy to be a #Papa

For the corner people, the neighborhood jocks, the educated clergy and intelligentsia of #Ma

Earth is for this here and that there, it is what my father passed on from his #DDay two-cents

Acid used to test with another minuscule compound to alter reality into future reminiscence.

Whatever you say whomever you are, nobody’ll recollect it at all in a minute, #FullOfIt jokes

Then there will be the descendants of the brood, those who found places to dispose of waste

To avoid the rats and bacterial, viral infections spread by the food, water and the air’s taste

Nothing at all you can do ‘bout that fact of life, you’re born to die under bad moonlight folks!

A queen, a beetle and a cat run the movie screens’ cinematic productions, fairy tale #Grimms

All alone for eternity because of this state of living by an unmoved mover’s irrational whims

Way-gone to eternal hellfire, unknown pyramids of UFO aliens from sand, rock and roll clues

Down rabbit holes or black hole aster-singularities of gravitational collapse, empty of #Blues.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 6-6-2019 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted on #DDay 2019 A.D. whilst listenin’ to Prince #PurpleRain   & HITS link @  & Brooks & Dunn #MyMaria & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/uZSLzR1pjjw & #IfThatsTheWayYouWantIt @ https://youtu.be/5kXRVnWkJF8}

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SatiatedCats #RockHarder ...WITH some cajun queen on the #Bayou near the #Mississippi

SATIATED CAT, #SHYTE ON #DDAY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 6, 2019

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Cats know that dogs can be eaten because they taste better than dirt and rocks and people

So, out of the caves in the sides of the hills they come, prowling with stomach growling

For the skin and bones of the ones who walk and run as if they knew death was all good

Nothing wrong with making certain that your prey wasn’t runnin’ away from being food.

Licking the chops and the claws to clean up the suppertime for the birds, worms n’ snakes

Cat nap time in the branches of trees, keeping watch for those ready to die, for heavensakes

Walkin’ around in the jungles and deserts as if there is no animal hunger to kill and eat you

On the way to an early demise, adorable, innocent naivety way gone, we’re blue food screwed.

Humanity and felinity in the same cave, same house, same jungle, same pyramid, king, queen

Nine lives lead to the nine deaths, immortality a ruse to allow the incarnate a do-over, unseen

Not in a book or an oral tradition of UFO’s or old men with beards in desert caves, sea slaves

To be or not is All of It, that is all there is, Time and Space are heaven and hell’s Earth caves.

Send out humans to look outside the #VanAllen belt and they disappear into the Void, OMG

You knew it could happen, lost in space is the only place we can be, it is the nature of zeros

A hole is merely a lack of light inside the mind, inside the soul of the Absolute absence of me

Too much ado about hand-jobs, blowjobs, good-jobs, SPEWjobs, bred to die/fight for D-Day!

Blocking out the reason and intelligence of the species’ morons and idiots, teacher-professors

From Socrates to Mrs. White and Mr. Black who taught that logic and reason are a lock’s key

To the wisdom and knowledge of the species’ genome, the mix of acid in random time lines

Keeping track of nothing but the future of Being a supernova, I AM why our star-sun-shines.

Go get there before I do, look back from your place in space when death swallows your face

Throw me back a wave and a nod, a tip of the cap that I’m right, I feel the leather and the lace

It’s all there is outside of this thing itself, this animated bone bag full of hope’s dreamin’ gas

Empty of logic, rippin’ shadows of blood and guts from a soul in a holy hole’s dark, Voids-az.

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r j j stephan, i

c. #DDay75 6-6-1944 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST #NeverForget1999

{ drafted while reminiscing & listenin’ to Prince on youTube #PurpleRain & HITS links #EspeciallyForYou @ https://youtu.be/cpGA0azFdCs & https://youtu.be/DHRyPjXeKZ4 }

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