#FAME #SoulTrains #BullShatTrain #ComeAndGetYourLoveNow #IfYouCanFineTheMicroscopicChit #BareNakedLadies

MASSLESS BYTE, HIGGS-BOSON x's

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, July 14, 2019

-------------BULLET TRAIN SHOTS--------------

Right off of the bat, I hit a home-run on the first fastball pitch and I did it all for a ton of fun

I thought I was going to study Homer but instead I began hitting them sliders up into the sun

Old men groomed me to catch and throw the ball, taught me to meet the ball with wood slap

In the sweet spot above the Louisville label, in that groove the fast ball merges with the one.

Then coach put me in to pitch and that ruined my repetition and eventually my reputation

Just because I beaned the coach’s dad on a foul fly ball to right field, doesn’t mean I’m done

I’ve got some screwballs and knuckle-balls ready to be smeared upon the two foot strike zone

Perfect game for me at the end of nine, it’s in the books, it’s a perfect game in my mind’s eye.

Cement shoes gold body’s feet thrown into the Montrose harbor on purpose, afore the stank

Treasure and the trash from the refused atomic garbage, lights from burnt stars keep it real

Fire the engines up like a band from Boston and keep them revved up until after the encore

You know there’s gonna be one because nobody ever wants to go home, dead-on to a score.

The one who pontificates knows less than the ones who never pontificate, at least hardly ever
A fale synchronized Will to Power and Intent to evolve #Gods, #HiggsBoson ion-snowy

Synchronicity is a will to power and intent to evolve #gods, #HiggsBoson ion-snowy

Sometimes wisdom has been absorbed into the beholder of the system and abandoned to me

Took the dream and twisted it into a cloudy pretzel of logic and mythological fantasy of Ra.

I wanna say it again, head-knockers write this down ‘cause #IThinkIAm in It, iPhone’s bones

Tautologically certain memoir of understanding, trolling #fakemeat on our Listerine breath

Good men’s civilized society keep love alive, fertilized yolks full of LSD microdot-megadeath

Holy monsters hope for dope, calm, copacetic hairy leather bones of rolling thunder bygones.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche July 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Barenaked Ladies concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UsLoUGX2T_Y }

FINIS

#PLETHORAofCRACKHOLES #FREEDOM #LIBERTY #ONENESS #Twoness

PAREIDOLIA FORMS APOPHENIA*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, July 13, 2019

-------omega-------

Random, unrelated, donors of gametes arrive, scrambled eggs and ice cream, lover of One

From a nearly invisible piece of genetic matter, full acid #DNA, I think we’re all here n’ now

For a short spell, maybe a hundred year trap for the spirit’s flesh and inherited cross-bone

I will be sentenced to the termination of the skin and bones, released chit to form Ozone.

Becoming the thing itself that is present, coming from the past twilight zone, fake future

Dogs with bones yet civilized and law abiding, eating only old deadheads & ponytail hair

For the hate of the devil which is merely lived spelled backward, evil is live, reversal fans

It’s a tragic comedy, a quagmire of contradictory recollections of psycho-social humans.

Beginning to become unfocused. naked and forgetting this life is a forsaken fruit of wombs

Not mine or yours but the womb of the divine, holy Void of a Black Hole, pyramidal tombs

Digging for the dead and buried happens when you’ve forgotten to keep the diamond rings

Mining dead wings for cache won’t hurt the red woodpeckers ruled by the queens of vikings.

Kicks keep getting harder to find when you’ve been kicked out of this super-hot night club

Don’t drink or smoke but fight every time someone pushes my red hot buttons to rumble

Black belted x degree beyond the ninth inning, third periodic or fourth quartered tumble

Wigs on, makeup has disguised “The Cruise” that we’re goin’ on to paradise’s ocean hub.

I love it when we cruise together, you’re goin’ my way from here to anywhere at all, #OMGs

From Tierra del Fuego down at the south end, north of the South Pole’s hidden deep freezes

Flying or swimming where running, walking legs don’t make a bit of difference, I do atrophy

Extinction’s bliss, Space-Time roll of a die, angel with snake eyes’ die, a Sonny & Jesus tease.

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r j j stephan, i *Get a Thesaurus FOR your edification! Header is how YOU cam in #Kicks!

c. July 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Marshall Tucker Band - Brasil #PrettyLittleLoveSong & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SiLUTWcLCgU }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AlwaysBeMyFavoriteLittleBoy #OhMommy #KeepurBeechInline #DoNotEatMyButton

#TwoDieFor
PYRRHIC DUST-DEVILS & FUNCHIT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, July 12, 2019

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Stairs go up and down for us all who’ve become extinct due to the winning of the lover games

We all ate ourselves back to the origin of the planet, a supernova’s filthy ash and dust flames

Blazing light of the nuclear chain reaction you say, is starlight the verve of all matter and chit

Blind faith that Up stairs end either higher than I want to go, lower than a bottomless armpit.

Mercury, Venus and all of US here on Earth become the squirrel chit that becomes historical

Data becomes the squirrel chit from the ground nut eaters, climbers and chasers to recycle

The trolls and the mainstream media moving from perty purple-haired shades or bald punks

Filling up the empty tanks of bias with fantasies of the fantastic phantasms of holy, hot funks.

Smoked the fillers from the flocks dropped leaves of silver, gold and fur from the perty hares

Celebration of the Spring of the Earth’s tilted twirl, spinning and wobbling in elliptical pairs

Never alone, always with another lump of distant infinite mass in effigy because it’s all dead

Living and being alive is a dream or illusion of the Way, the narrow path you’re on to dread.

My fault, your fault, mom’s or dad’s fault that the love they made is the Life they gave the Id

Now, the beans are spilled and you’ve got a memory you recall that’s extinct, species’ divinity

Holy grit and grime to fill up the Void until Nothing is clear, Everything crushes the LSD sky

Get ready ‘cause like it or not, it’s coming and you’re going, mama told me not to come, I did.

Chat with squirrels and don’t say chit or chat about the rooms between the woodwork, I see

Now you have come to believe that you are like a meaningless piece of rock rolling to be free

Drained of water, we lick the drain where it all goes down to the grim bottom feeders’ room

Lions, sharks and one mosquito will all kill you and I if you let them, be very afraid of doom.

Apes on horses, we were, evolved into the men in swirling SUVs, jets, trains and hydroplanes

Now only the naked ones are out of the zoos and cages of the herbivore and carnivore chains

Fortune and the power of dust/rocks being flung at a sucking, erotic Void, annihilate my Ball

Beneath notions none of us can see, chit’s in baskets, alien black holes, holy balls in One call.

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r j j stephan, i

*header is my alter-ego #StewieFamilyGuy at the foot of the stairway to heaven! }

c. Friday, July 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to "Stewie Family Guy" jam @ https://youtu.be/EZ7eIKbmjwk & then a fantastic historical lesson @ https://youtu.be/TTzGBJhD-_g link to: “How Would We Know? - If Alien Life Exists on Exoplanets - The Universe and Space Exploration”  Sun/Fire }

#FINIS