#DoYouReally #GAF? #ForReals? @ChrisJanson @MorganWallen @Everclear

INVASION OF DAHIJ’S FIRE VIRUS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 24, 2019

------hey MR BARTENDER HIT ME AGAIN------

Conspiracy theories and rushes to judgements are a necessary condition for a scree unknown

Job I’ve gleaned from the wasted chafe of the minions, runaway children, orphanage blown

We are what’ll swallow the civilization’s etchings in rock and wood tree leaves, symbolic seed

No body alive will be a witness to the Super Nova, it’s not for you to know, you have no need.

Battles of War between States of my mind, the ethical and good morals of an angel or #gadfly

We’re related to violence, God’s solar system’s birth of Big Bangs, #FakeWallStreet must sells

Because if you do, you’re personal identity and self-hood will disintegrate casually, 3 ring bells

Punks and n’er-do-wells follow the bouncin’ ball and you will get to the final target, bull’s eye.

Think! Therefore you’re here and now, upset wisdom’s awareness of being GD forkin’ robots

Capture the generals and admirals of the white blood cell resistance, it’s espionage, you Idiot

Allowed #Hackers to mine Gold from wild data, above my pay-grade, #fakeNews cyber-ingots

Once the speech of the word is all over, nobody understands, no one has any need to know it.

If you wanna get to heaven, first you must be introduced then you bite hooks, need #FishOn

Hooked through the gills by a trouble hook because I was too hungry to wait for the corn-pone

Government brothers and sisters sit down and have staff meetings to reengage Richie’s gods

To keep the power you’ve got to raise a little hell, a categorical imperative of mankind’s iPods.

In and out of the library for an in depth dive into the archives of human wisdom, la biblioteqe

On the paper and plastic, concrete and steel of the matrix we live and die, rich or poor, say ole

On a day when you’ve a need to swallow several shots of #Mescal wormhole squirt, deep dive

Go down to the bottomless pit but no further than the blown-out Dragon, God’s ‘6’ IS all alive!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday July 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ ...drafted while listenin’ to #Gadfly radio station on the #AMRadio & listenin’ to one of my fav bands of the present millenia, Everclear #AMRadio https://youtu.be/ouTbcRUDS3U }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?