#WhatTheIntercourse? #WhoTheIntercourse #WokeUpWithWood @AlanWatts

TIME TO BLACKHAWK THE KINGS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, July 26, 2019

-------------- TO BE AWAKE, W O R D --------------

Smilin’ about nothin’ once I found out we’re all here and now, lonely, alone without a rescue

We’ve no particular place to go except rockin’ in a wobble around a burnin’ out star, it’s YOU

Nobody ever had all of this figured out and they kept havin’ more babies to break hard rocks

Left an historical record with the feats of the feet that tripped ‘round in a rodeo of Goldilocks.

My soul drippin’ rock blues’ spirit flights above the ozone into the Ether, Space and Time too

Music’s melodic arpeggios soothed me after my mama moved on to the hereafter’s harmony

My daddy was actually my father, nicknamed after my infantile expression of Love for Man

It is what he was and always will be to me, even as I drift away from the gravity to the grave.

From the core to the surface, the erotic feeling in my feet as they dance in glee, no shackles P!

Hey cuz, hey brother, hey sister, even if you don’t honor your mama and papa, put this down

On paper or deep inside of your recollection power pack, between your ears’ chartreuse skies

In the hereafter, right here and now, it’s always been cold and dry but hot, frozen & #Free-ze.

One important piece of information for the young zygotes not quite here yet, in premature Id

What is the problem? It is what it is and it ain’t what it ain’t and that someday you’ll see Kid

I’m not your mama or your daddy but since you’re an orphan, nth degree in logic’s condition

Power to multiply, to divide, add and subtract is the skill of the atom, fission, fusion of a Sin.

To be or not, invalid questions, reasonable answers, undeniably necessary, venial #FakeSins

What is beautiful and what is the reason for existence in a death spiral with benefits, cat-lions

Cats to lick the fur clean and digest the hairballs for ignition of the Fire, raging flames of God

Mortality is the breathing in and out of the gas, heart shatters and dies, fuel exhausted blood.

My motor started runnin’ nine months before my mama dropped me into insanity, crazy God

Four letter words won’t help, shoutin' them to high heaven, there’s nothin’ out there, #NetZero

Wishin’ it was like they pretended it to be when they pushed my buttoned-up #edumykashun

Fillin’ in the blanks of the unknown with guesses of blind women’s holymen, It is #Welldone.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 26th, 2019 A.D. Friday @ 4:44 AM PST

{ #Tuckpointed while listenin’ to Multiservicios Zztop #RHYTHMEEN & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xNvHOekLpXo?list=PLRtwt-yfldRU9G5jbQAFXrmxcVCVHJY3Y }

FINIS

#Verity & #WhiteLiesInHeaven @TaqiyyaForDummies @ZZTop #TexasStyle @LosLonelyBoys #MOI

ALLEY GATOR, 2-WAY MESCALERO!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 25, 2019

------------#WontGetFooledAgain - #NotThisTime ------------

Here and now there is a marvelous tone to the rhetoric, the language of man’s dirty megalith

A force that will never be reckoned with is a force that is the most powerful, speaks for itself

What it is, nobody told me, they didn’t know therefore they forgot about the need to bleed it

Letting it all hang out for the duration of existence, all forms of life, viral-animated scat fits.

Here and now there is a marvelous tone to the rhetoric, the language of man’s dirty megalith

Not only here and now, moving about with regulation of authority above my pay grade wife

Amigo of nobody in particular and everyone in general, walkin’ all alone from birth to death

Pretending to be a very important person, V.I.P. cream of the crop, a DNA anomaly’s breath.

In B.S. jest I submit the following diatribe as the thesis of my PhD, philosopher testosterone

Out of the darkness’ caves in the bowels of the atmospheric vacuum of a dirty, grimy T-bone

Come One and coming all through the spin of the revolving dead matter, surviving on its own

Amazing, incredible that Life is whatever it is, naught but a gravitational collapse of the Soul.

Let me take you through this last trip between us, where we know where we’re coming from

You’re here, I’m here, we’re all here and now, this place in space at this time of Earth rotation

In revolution all about the burning ball we all know is the where-with-all that makes us all go

Eternity has Nothing on a presence, this reality of day to day function of the Calculi of a blow.

Ground grown, water blown, that is where it’s all at, where it all comes from, undergrounded

From the fungi to the tips of tree nuts and cones, life did not rise from Nothing, arrow’s dead

Buried passing through the bull’s eye of the target, the center of the matrix’ holy semen seed

Demons inside ghosts, badass devils inside humanity’s hosts with a moronic need for speed.

Careful and meticulous preparation of the argument’s deduction induced by a dead fathead

Ones who thought about it and scratched notes into stone, metal and paper shots of the lead

Bullets and knives evolved into the fusion and fission of the microbes, come, my Supernova

Here’s a Mescalero, there’s an amigo, I ain’t playin’, we’re all East of nowhere to go, #Aloha!

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 25, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Taqiyyah kitchen drafted while listenin’ to the #HighNMighty Zztop Texas Rangers #Mescalero #AlleyGator & HITS, drinkin’ #Expresso jammin’ on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9oSG8dNrS3c }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

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

INVASION OF DAHIJ’S FIRE VIRUS

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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!

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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.?