#LostButFoundInSpace #AdInfinitum @ChrisCornell @Soundgarden #BlackHoleSun #Glycerine @BUSH & @TomPetty #Freefallin'

FLIGHT IN PROGRESS, ZULUBRAVO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, June 14, 2019

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In any case whether you like it or not, you’re a queen in a sailor’s dreaming state

Pictures of you and I runnin’ into the foul funk of the deepest pits of mortal fate

Fast and proven to be less effective than a whirlwind of salt water in a toy typhoon

Accustomed to the emptiness of being free to float and move at will, I’m a baboon.

Pumping up the nonsense in front of my eyes as if I needed to walk in misery’s wake

Not even close to the way it is or ever was, no secret in my solar system’s news’ fake

Foolish and wiser than our young age, we let our hair grow down to our arse’s bone

Until the bills needed to be paid by someone other than ma and pa, I laughed it out.

Joined the was, got in foolish battles with the troops but never with the dead enemies

Cherry bombs and M-80’s to fake the dances with the monkey and wolf gang entities

It may be that nothing is the only thing that’s perfect, I may never know until the end

Final heartbeat and gasp of gas in this fool’s paradise, I know how it feels to be bent.

Moonlight beams helped me get to the point of rolling another joint, I knew it wasn’t real

Playin’ the cards and rollin’ the dice from the get go to the end of days, it’s all what I feel

Mull it over in your mind, talk amongst yourselves, family and friends will fall to pieces

To know that you are filling a space that would be full with or without you, void increases.

It won’t be my problem when you discover that you’ve no solution for the quadratic equation

Completely adverse to the white dwarves melting into the singularity, yet I’m waitin’ for y’all

I know or at least I feel that you are not even near the same wavelength or frequency squall

Eyes lie, light blinds, sound soothes and deafens and taste, touch and smell give it away, sin.

Fearing nothing but the medicine the kills the good with the bad and the ugly, my evil’s lively

Down the rabbit hole at the bottomless pit of nowhere at all, center of the Earth’s singularity

Oh, I’ve said too much, you may have guessed already that you exist inside a deep, black hole

Bolt lock trapdoor for your entry, come at light-speed in an orgasmic, black hole sun’s soul.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 14, 2019 A.D. @ 10:10 PM PST

{ blasted while jammin’ to Soundgarden #BlackHOleSun link @ https://youtu.be/TZThOsCv2Mw & HITS by #ChrisCornell etal #NearlyForgotMyBrokenHeart link @ https://youtu.be/zpMfZPAc1kg }

  F I N I S

#DownTownToTheNightclub #BumpBump #SlickSticks #TowerOfPower

SUNSHINING, O’ER THERE MAMA?*

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, June 14, 2019

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Queens come and go, they come in all sizes and shapes of humanity’s female form, oh mama

She wasn’t your mama but you had yours, if she wasn’t a queen in your mind, you ain’t royal

Now you know the difference between princesses, princes, paupers and poor out the game

Earth’s dusk and dawn twirl the stars around us, they move away while we remain the same.

Knowledge and wisdom will cost the highest price above oil and diamonds, emerald tabloid

Historically hysterical that things themselves think that they’re above the collapsing spheroid

When they are actually the vital part of the mass and it’s momentum’s trajectory in a #Hole

Space is the Hole, it’s black, a black hole and we’re inside the vortex, the singularity’s blow.

Pierce the heart and soul for the rest of the story, I don’t have it because it’s inside your heart

You have no soul other than the heart-beating keeping you in the presence of the star’s burn

Fortunate to be here for a moment’s minute or century, no reason for the freeway’s tide/tolls

If questions have no answer then we’re doomed to this world’s ilk, tides, waves, mondo trolls.

After the game’s release to return to the origin, home of the forgotten spirit’s event horizon

Remembering this or that and every other thing of the Cause and Effect of a real automaton

Mythological, biological, historical all One ball of confusing swirl of gas turned to blue, fine!

Dreaming bigger than #Big-time #bitcoin and piling the Gold into God, worship the #Shine.

A shot of Jack in a Coke with a cold glass of Hamm’s is all a mother needs to know, oh sonny

Last call for alcohol before the end of the days’ dream, where the metal squeezes you bloody

It was not my intention to die in a wreck on the highway but it is what it was, an idiot drove

Too drunk to drive, my ten year old daughter drove us to kingdom come, as below, so above.

Back to the world again, over and over, until I get this right, I usually play a fool, wrong song

Just because I forget what it was I was supposed to remember, I cannot recall the ping pong

Over the net, bouncin’ with spin on the table’s matrix, out of bounds is the other guy’s point

I don’t know much and maybe nothing at all but I will say this, word from lips to a god’s joint.

Hell ain’t a bad place to be if your high on AC/DC but if you’re me and my motif, scaredey-cat

You will like I will, fight for my survival, I will kill and eat the food to stay alive until I find It

It will be hot there but it’s much better than the ice-cold, middle of nowhere in an ice-drift kit

Pounding boulders into stones, rocks and pebbles will remedy this malfunction, Divine #scat.

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r j j stephan, i *ThePowersGotThePotion

c. June 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 10:10 AM PST

{ drafted while being corrupted by #Corruptafornia and the minions on the internet’s youTube #BrainFog #BorgAssimilation #TowerOfPower #SoulVaccination & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/nFjHL-E0NTQ }

FINIS

#Rectified #Sanctified #JustFried

CERTIFIED BY NOBODY, @04:30

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 13, 2019

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Who you are or who you’re related to from power royalty on the block or throne, unknowns

Believe the holy historians have recorded the hearsay of liars and thieves, long dead of bones

Perfectly finite in Time, we atoms of a microscopic place in Space, Nothing’s the case, holy lie

This is a conditional conclusion, extinction of life on Earth is inevitable, mortality, live to die.

Primed for the experience of procreating the species, calling it love and marriage to kill spunk

Trending parental enculturation to restrict full liberty and put masks on works of the skunk

In Nevada’s desert, underground below casinos and air bases, there’s a whole world curiosity

Fill in the holy blanks with the lead and gold left over from the Big Bang’s supernova, creepy.

It is not easy for some and very easy for others, it all depends on the luck of the card draw

Some get a bad hand dealt even though the cards were shuffled and cut, always call a bluff

All in at the end of the game, everything in the pot except straight up, clothes on our backs

Beautiful royal flush of my hand beats your aces and eights, hell, you got a dead man’s hand.

Find the location of the space in Time where you go to meet your maker, end of your days

Go there and sit in that place and meditate on it, recollect that you are what you are, greys

Evolved the rocks and pebbles from the Big Bang’s menudo, a retrospective of collapsing

Expanding and contracting, fissionary fusion of cells do nothing but they do their thing.

Monsters and lovers lurking around every corner, all of the nooks and crannies full of stool

Recycled cuisine and mixtures of liquid from water to milk to the last call for grain alcohol

For the love of God, being the love of Mother Nature, Space and Time, despair and abandon

Appearance of the vacuumed cosmic, dead dust, killed, extinct, obsolete man, I am uh, One.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June Thirteenth, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #FederalistPapers georgewills1 on the #JimboHannonShow on Talk 650 KSTE gittin’ ready for the mighty Armstrong & Getty 0600-1000 AM PST }

W.W.A.R.D.?