#SearchinForNothingButABlackHole #SmoothAsSilk #CoolAsDiamonds #DiamondAndSilk

PLEASE & THANK RHETORIC, MAM

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 23, 2019
-------NO NO NO------

Brothers and sisters do what they do until they turn away and go their own ways in a hole

Used to be in the olden days, the herd stayed corralled in the same old town forever to paint

Fortune has little or nothing to do with anything at all, it’s a matter of the Will to be whole

In the middle of chaos, you roam around in circles pretending to be on our knees, we ain’t.

It’s a matter of form, the shape of the things that animate the scenes from birth’s death threat

Completed mission to be or not to be, in one fell swoop, dreamer awakens, dreaming up skills

Cub scouts playin’ ball on four corners of the dead end, open a fire hydrant for fireman drills

Boys didn’t care that the girls stayed at home, stalkin’ us through one pane glasses, no sweat.

In the tiny wavelength of cosmic rays you collect in your life, let it stay right up there, ahead

Let it be a thing that got you ready for the escapades ahead and the solace that relieves dread

For the Peace and the War to be what they happen to be, the history of mankind, life of Onesy

Out of sight, in traffic doin’ things on a burned ball of confusion, phuqn dead ash, water sea.

I was proud until I found nothing helps when the end of the thing is at hand, nobody’s saved

Tears and begging won’t work when bones gotta go, ain’t no free will then, peeps must see TV

If there is something after the last gasp, hope and pray that there’s no players in jail, ratcaged

Interruption of the super star’s final exit from the overlord’s crushing Tax, a death, lordy me!

Yelling as loud as you can once you’ve realized the act of contrition for sins is a sham, It’s OK

Then you move on to the granted wishes that come true or almost materialize, then puff out

Smoke and mirrors used to obfuscate the situation with useless analogies and random chaos

In the end as it was in the beginning, moon soul in One cell of DNA inside a membrane SOS.

Nobody and nothing alive ever survives death other than the transmutation of mastication

When you as the food supply the energy for the living to animate the herd, to be or not to be

Human or not, any plant, any animal has the same fate, live and die, that is All of it, not Sin

It’s a sin that everyone isn’t informed of the nature of reality as a birthright, here ‘tis for free!

by

r j j stephan, I

c. July 23, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #MightyTemptations #PapaWasARollingStone #BallOfConfusion #CLOUD9 & HITS on a youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rx0DAA3QP8w }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HoneyBee #RunawayBoysAndGirls #WildHumanDNA #OnYourKneesNow #DeepSoulInTheHolyHole #KeepOnTruckinBaby

PLEASE & THANK RHETORIC, MAM

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 23, 2019
-------NO NO NO------

Brothers and sisters do what they do until they turn away and go their own ways in a hole

Used to be in the olden days, the herd stayed corralled in the same old town forever to paint

Fortune has little or nothing to do with anything at all, it’s a matter of the Will to be whole

In the middle of chaos, you roam around in circles pretending to be on our knees, we ain’t.

It’s a matter of form, the shape of the things that animate the scenes from birth’s death threat

Completed mission to be or not to be, in one fell swoop, dreamer awakens, dreaming up skills

Cub scouts playin’ ball on four corners of the dead end, open a fire hydrant for fireman drills

Boys didn’t care that the girls stayed at home, stalkin’ us through one pane glasses, no sweat.

In the tiny wavelength of cosmic rays you collect in your life, let it stay right up there, ahead

Let it be a thing that got you ready for the escapades ahead and the solace that relieves dread

For the Peace and the War to be what they happen to be, the history of mankind, life of Onesy

Out of sight, in traffic doin’ things on a burned ball of confusion, phuqn dead ash, water sea.

I was proud until I found nothing helps when the end of the thing is at hand, nobody’s saved

Tears and begging won’t work when bones gotta go, ain’t no free will then, peeps must see TV

If there is something after the last gasp, hope and pray that there’s no players in jail, ratcaged

Interruption of the super star’s final exit from the overlord’s crushing Tax, a death, lordy me!

Yelling as loud as you can once you’ve realized the act of contrition for sins is a sham, It’s OK

Then you move on to the granted wishes that come true or almost materialize, then puff out

Smoke and mirrors used to obfuscate the situation with useless analogies and random chaos

In the end as it was in the beginning, moon soul in One cell of DNA inside a membrane SOS.

Nobody and nothing alive ever survives death other than the transmutation of mastication

When you as the food supply the energy for the living to animate the herd, to be or not to be

Human or not, any plant, any animal has the same fate, live and die, that is All of it, not Sin

It’s a sin that everyone isn’t informed of the nature of reality as a birthright, here ‘tis for free!

by

r j j stephan, I

c. July 23, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #MightyTemptations #PapaWasARollingStone #BallOfConfusion #CLOUD9 & HITS on a youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rx0DAA3QP8w }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoNotDoubtMe #ResistanceIsFutile #ItIsDoneYall

RESIST WE MUCH, MAN’S DIAPER?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 23, 2019

---#TemptedOnce- shame on you, #TemptedTwice, shame on me!---

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Inside of the closet of space between burning balls of gas, it is where you begin, to set, to go

Then you blow your last dump and breath for loved ones or strangers to burn or toll the bell

Bones gave up the ghost one way or another, at some time in space, regardless of the impact

On being a civilized human on a dirt ball just because I want to do unto others and do it well.

Whiskey and rum to fill the spirit with the bottom feeders’ fuel to run their mouth’s lips blue

Punks of the tribes, the herds are the heroes of lore, stories which never happened, all untrue

No story of anything in our own story or history can get over you or I, OMG divine #fakehoax

Whiffs of the sweet leaves burned waffs through the bodiless crowd, to a series of high heads.

You don’t know more than I do if you know nothing at all, except on Tuesdays when I pretend

I know the trash needs to be out at the curb for pickup, that I’ve got to go spend one farthing

I can bring a mojo to the final end but it has no power, it’s just a lump of flim flam, I offend?

Special creation of the God’s children who are punished for their ancestral, mortalic darlings.

Truth is funny when you come to your ending right there in front and center of My black hole

Whatever is left has no nerves and no mind to feel or sense, interpret the end of the big boss

Without you, without me, without sensation under a #BlackHoleSun because it is the Cause

First Cause and last place in Space and Time left over by the somnambulistic boss of me, yo!

Pleasure and pain moving from the alpha to the omega, angels never existed, oh so appropo

From the bowels of the center of the hottest joints in the universe, here we are, away we go

Discussion using the logic and reason evolved from the cavemen’s grunts and naked apeskin

Will to Power ‘s supreme, without It,, there’ll be only extinction, I am The Power I’m eatin’.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. July 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 8:30

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ AprilWine on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AKORP6ENyFw & not to mention to Friends Who Like #ArmstrongandGetty @ArmstrongandGetty Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST }

FINIS