#MaybeNotSoSpecialAfterAll #WWARD #OpenMyHeartSurgeon

GOOGLE NEUTRINO, LOVE ME NOT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, June 26, 2019

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Where’s Robin or Penguin or Joker or Riddler or even Bat-Bird when you need #GOOGLin’

Nobody knows and nobody cares unless it’s got something in it for you or me, a dysfunction?

Here’s the point. There are no super heroes, not even regular heroes, just phqn dumb luck

Being in the right place before someone else on the planet gets to it, the whole cosmic shack.

Put into perspective after you’ve achieved the pinnacle of success getting a PhD in philosophy

Kissin’ the diploma and throwin’ the gauntlet down the sink with the original and mortal sin

I didn’t do anything wrong and the laws of nature rule my world, my age and shoe shine skin

Kissin’ faces that turn away when bad breath deceives olfactory senses, last call to alcoholin’.

In the business’ pleasure trippin’ vacations of your little feet, big boots and tiny, minion kids

Look around the place in space where you’ve received your soap and toothbrush, spit to spat

Trouble in the darkness without fences to keep out the blazing light of the darkness, holy scat

Improved the suffering genome, the DNA without mothers or fathers to enculturate their Ids.

Putting one of your feet in front of the other is fine if you have feet that are able to walk, dig!

From the bowels of eternity into the open stage of the Earth’s surface, all you can be in a wig

Bald heads are fine as well since they’re actually mutants of the mischosen mates of Jesus C

Recessive genes cause immaculate conceptions, perennial #FakeNews, a dead fish of the sea.

Who doesn’t hate themselves for loving someone else, it means you take second place to love

It is a required modus operandi for the folks who mate, copulate and generate hand in glove

So that the creator of nothing, the Void as it were, can watch without eyes, our crime’s repos

Of the guilt feeling which forces the mind to punish, amend and assimilate, only God knows.

A man in a bat or a bat in a man matters not one twit, not one tweet in the twittersphere, man

If I had a million dollars, I’d buy a boat and a Freightliner cabover to pull it, up n’ downwind

From the dawn’s light to the last glimmer of dusk, I read the words that meant to be a Truth

Measure of the fact to be proven is that it can be verified and re-verified, independent sooth.

Dreaming of the discovery unseen by the eyes of humanity due to it’s awesome, holy #Google

All there is and ever will be is right here and now in front of our eyes, liberty’s non-stop flight

Therefore, the end is near and it may be the end of days for consciousness’ lame memorabilia

I am a shadow boxer of shadow-banning, gravity graves desensitized ash, GD neutrino blight.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #PrincePlaysTheSmoothBlues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/D4E2-KAYNO4 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GOjohnnyGO #JohnnyBeGood #NotSoMuch #GoGitSome #Boss #BruceSprinsgteen #SoSmooth #CarlosSantana @BrothersOsborne #HASHTAG #ROFL

HONEYSUCKLE SOME HONEYBEE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 25, 2019

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Like it or not, you’re breathing and living right here and now, you better get on the stick, slick

Wastin’ time is not an option if you can’t open your eyes anymore, when you lose your mind

All gone on the final heartbeat of the drama, whiskey and tobacco in your face makes it kind

Smile n’ laugh all day long, dreamin’ of sugar plums and calm seas ahead, fire dragon’s trick

Got laid out in the casket but I wanted to be burned and pulverized into bonified fake balls

Rebels have succumbed to the fallen angels’ philosophy of Being Evil in the sons of the Live

I’m so full of holy patience in a sewer hole full of God’s wasted damsels dialing 24/7 robocalls

Of men and the vermin who crash matter from mastication to defecation in a fake hive of jive

Wine, whiskey and memories of the fabulous nights from 9 to 5, graveyard shiftin’ your gears

Only you know like I know everything that happened and we know nothing of any Free will

It’s gospels and epistles, stories about livin’ somewhere around a mountain of rivers’ freefall

Meltin’ snow-caps’ snow-drops to the rain’s current of the deep, blue sea, angel-devil bears

Mean men taught me the meaning of life from the being of compassion to someone with none

As a Singularity’s essence in a black hole, I’ve entered forces my leak of a secret Truth unspun

Love’s fighting over who’s the anointed one and who isn’t, just a slave somewhere on a beach

Visually aromatic smell in a hole of invisible, holy worlds of divine order, sound’s odor reach.

YOU and the rest of the nature of being will disappear into the Singularity, Superego’s goal

Like it or not, no angels waiting in heaven or hell for your disembodied consciousness’ soul

Dawn suddenly comes when my eye lids blink, let the sun’s shine into holy darkness’ mummy

Put on the faded jeans and the DagoT, groom and bloom on to the twilight and a SoCal scree

No bread, no food, no money, no wheels, no job but it never rains in California, least I’m dry

All US pioneers who came out west on buses, cars, trucks, jets, even hitched a ride to get high

Where the ocean wind blows inland and forest fires blow away into the Sierras, we dead right

Not even one small step for mankind can disguise the facts of life, my daddy told me to fight

Until I can’t take another breath and can’t move another inch from the recline decline, Move

Be the Unmoved Mover if you’d be the most useful to your culture’s civilization, China Grove

Or maybe it wasn’t a grove and it was just me looking within an empty Void of blown bubbles

In your out-basket of labor and care for your fellow human beings, build tall marijuana walls

From Texas to California, New & Old Mexico, Arizona to SW San Diego, chant #LockHerUp

On a flesh and bone or a steel horse, go until sundown, campfire, supper, sleep, repeat slide

It’s all about the Time spending it here in Space with y’all like it or not, it is what it is, suicide

Nobody steps in the same river twice, literally, the River passes Time in Void Space’s phqup.

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r j j stephan, i #DontHaveToBeRichToBeMyGirl #JustYourWantYourKisssssssss

c. Mardi, June Two Five, Two Thousand and Nineteen Anno Domini

{ drafted while being Unmoved in the Movement & blasting the jams on youTube #Kiss Prince IF YOU CAN! ahhhhhhhhh, hit it y’all! https://youtu.be/CkrT9u7ms1c }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#InViolationOfRevolution #PeaceAndLove #RockSteady #HighwayToHell

ONE DIE WAR, ROLL THE BONES *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 24, 2019

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On the corner waitin’ for girls to walk by the clique of greasers or dupers in the holy hood.

I didn’t create this information out of thin air, it’s in the atmosphere and squall, go, avoid

On borders with seven seas, continents are the high ground of a random mishap, Earth birth

Shape’s form of the Earth is neither round nor spherical, it’s a broken hunk of burnin’ love.

One function of being educated is to be trained in the art of guessing at wisdom’s reversal

Of the pain and suffering in store for any form of life with a nervous system, man to microbe

It is all a matter of Time and Space in the mind, yours and mine, mamas raised no kids, boys

On the corner waitin’ for girls to walk by the clique of greasers or doopers in the holy hood.

Even Steven or you win and walk away from the game but never, ever lose your cash or shirt

If you or I ever did lose it, we’d lose our will to live on without spending a dime on a hot bird

What expectation will materialize is determined by your willing and picturing a dove, a spirit

Imaginary while awake and asleep, there is no way to know why a cosmic accident occurred.

Cream’s most nutritious part of the life’s DNA, give me cream and I’ll die roll one of the dice

Choice is never an option once you’ve been conceived, the forces determine trajectory of ice

Frozen solid waste of blown gas, hard as stone, a mass of gluon pebbles form a rubber soul

Dead cave people had no idea why they were alive fighting to survive beyond the bell’s toll.

It rang in the cemetery when nobody was there above the ground of being, only underground

Where angels and devils cannot dig in, it’s hardened rock, star dust conglomerated, inbound

All that is left of the blown atomic matter is this planetary solar system, galaxy in a black hole

Eroding the nuclei into the half-life, half-breed native of Eden or Valhalla, a One, set and go!

Promote the heat and the cold because those are the only real things to my brothers & me

Without the hot and frozen there is nothing in special or general relativity to spit at, see?

Putting the rocks into the compactor makes the collapsed stardust, future shock long ago

When I was a young, mama got programmed & reprogrammed me from hatch to the sea.

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r j j stephan, i * #ExplodeTheCamels

c. June 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while reading, writing, listening, speaking with the #Marconi on iHeart delay for the Armstrong & Getty radio show on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/?pname=15400&campid=header&cid=index.html }

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