#BREAD @BREAD @EnEspanol

@2:22 A.M. FIRE’S IN YOUR MIND!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 31, 2019

-------#BetterNotLetHimIn-------

 

For no good reason at all, there are bacteria waiting to eat every cell in your discarded souls

You think there’s much more or a little invisible less than this world of physical, body holes

Punks grown in the home with or without the moral imperative to do unto others before I do

Because in the end, this mother of an Earth that I am is gonna treat you like bones and rocks!

For one moment, I am going to attempt to bring the elders who recollect the 70’s, this era end

Sharing is not as important as knowing that this is for your eyes only, not your mate or friend

Broken, so sharp, cuttin’ like a knife in the darkness of twilight, I don’t care, I don’t know why

Presented the walkin’ apes to Adam & Eve, this is gold, sweet by & by godseye, yep, It all dies!

Think about tomorrow when the Earth spins around yet again in it’s finite wisdom to wobble

In the same rotation as it’s orbit around the One thing that makes all the sense in a lye bubble

When bread’s truth is recognized as Illusion as it has always been, dawn comes upon 99 apes

Eyes of apes see what they see and then they jump the sharks, follow lemmings, smoke vapes.

I don’t want to leave and I know you don’t either, it’s a survival mechanism in the DNA genes

For surviving, remaining alive and thriving in a petri dish of viral bacteria’s holy sycophancy

Never wantin’ the dream to end, staying awake and without pain or suffering as long as...um

Nobody knows when their winding turn leads to nowhere in the Cosmos but the time’ll come.

For the next twenty minutes, your soul readies for flight, make sure you got clean blue jeans

On the way to the place in space where you’ll never be able to put into the words, All of It Is...

Sensational and upsetting because of the disappointment with believing what’s impossible go

To stop on your own with your own brakes or to be terminated by the robots’ laws, God blow.

Reverence for pews in the churches and the castrates who run the descendants of the Christ

Imaginary commandments and faithful rules, categorical imperatives to force Ape-manners

Born and raised to bring Hell up from Hades, from the bowels of Earth’s fired-up inner core

Showing Earth’s dirt and rocks are the remnants of the star that is no more, see, it’s dead ore!

All that’s left over from the Big Bang is the Love you make to the ones you are graces to enjoy

Boys and girls, men and women, all too human beyond their fourteen plus years, feel the joy

Makin’ the climax the thing itself that makes the species run its course, onto DNA extinctions

So, keep on movin’ past 2:22, the pretender must animate the wings, beat drums, blow horns.

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r j j stephan, I

c. July 31st, 2019 @ 2:22 AM PST

{ penned to #70sClassicHits #AlbumOfTheDecade #HowLongHasThisBeenGoinOn? youTube Awoken my link @ https://youtu.be/OCf66NE4n-w }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Svengali #Robespierre & #MA

ADD, DIVIDE, SUBTRACT & SOLVE *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 30, 2019

--------------DIVIDED BY TWO--------------

All I ever wanted was to complete the mission and retire to the resting place below the rocks

Who in the infinite dream of Zeus knew? Nobody here and now or they won’t tell all of us

Y’all aren’t the only ones that are sorry about what you’re not responsible for, lay me down

It’s about all you know for certain, it’s gonna happen to gringos and amigos, it’ll all be blown.

Dance a moment or two in the liberty of being alone, infinitely free of a blue moon hide-out

From an enlightening, awesome come to Jesus’ group or Buddah’s empty, silk pillow doubt

Pills to swallow for the movement of blood through holy arteries and veins, straight-up barn

Deeper than the words can dig and cut, a slice invisible to the gravity below, pullin’ God darn.

Got down from Maine to California, Washington to Florida and it’s all the same, I’ll get to it

This and that there spent gold and silver for the life blood of the ground, Texas Tea, all for me

Just because I am the strongest is the only reason why I survived Existence’s exam for a PhD

Ugly americana wanted to absorb my 208 bones in this dog eat dog world, so I ate Word, see?

In every way I can think of, causes and effects happen to the best of us and the worst of us too

The scoop on the whole shebang is a deep subject, it has an answer you may not want to blow

Through your ears to hear it, into your eyes to see it, it’s aromatic, OMG good taste in sounds

Hearin’ rocks roll down the middle road with me, sounds like a record of my jokers rebounds.

If you don’t give me everything that I decide that I want then I call you what you are, #Racist!

A pollywog type of human, started as a baby and accepted the magic spell as reality of a blitz

Kiss down to this and that until you just cannot pucker up even one more time, lips smacked

Feelings, emotional rescue on a back burner, don’t care, it’s the End, the deck’s been stacked.

I learned to serve the mathematical tables with due respect, I needed to count ones and twos

Until the final quotient, the last kiss I needed to complete the mission to break a spell, Blues

From alpha to omega I’m stuck in the middle somewhere near the phibetacappa or gamma

For certain, for soothe I say for the last time, It ain’t my fault, blame the party on God & Ma!

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r j j stephan, i *cartoon’s signification: Bring the #TrojanHorse on in for maintenance!”

c. July 30th, 2019 A.D. Tuesday @ 1:11 AM PST

{ #Inagoddadavida Hey now, where’s my #SlipShot #KISS? Got no sleep but I’m strong playin’ the Drew Zingg youTube mix, no mistake! link @ https://youtu.be/YohFkkJDw1A }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoNotSeekMeEyeAmNotThere #SharpedDressedMan @ZZTop @BobDylan

DIG DOWN INTO THE DEEP HOLE

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 29, 2019

--#joker to the #thief---#SomeKindaWayOuttaHere--

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Manner of speakin’ all things named this n’ that, mosquito bitten shooters, azure shots 2x2

All jacked up, all of it but we are all there is, we’re all or it, there’s nothing outside of here

Space and Time are the illusions of the drunken, mind-altered by plants of psychotic fear

Angels all feared to go to the place mama told us to beware of, the danger leading to death.

Drunk no more when every bottle of moonshine breaks Jack'd #BlackLabelWhiskey to bits

Yell and sing, croon and cry the jazz and blues and country rock, fillin’ in Garlic festival fits

Why do morons and idiots make it past human conception, what was wrong, tell their mama

Dropped on their heads, starved of formula, iron, minerals for brain malfunction, kill papa.

Crows n’ ravens #AllJackedUp with #futura-eChat you taste well enough, take bytes my shill!

They don’t care if you’re good or evil, they care that you taste well enough to git down to it pal

Don’t shoot the messenger when you get the drift, go propose your abstract counter example

There ain’t any, you don’t know like I do, planted stooges know it, Word power’s my freewill.

Here’s a miracle, that I man could be born to this world to force Peace and Prosperity on all

Good guys and Bad guys, patrons of the Good and the Evil, here and now before death’s knoll

Adam’s Eve or a gravitationally collapsed atom created from a Void or #EvilGenius god-sons

Magic potions and spells of sounds of gibberish, beckoning the idiots who roam dimensions.

You know medicine men can’t help you get all jacked up, they want you to remain, copacetic

In the depths of despair and at the pinnacle of ecstasy, nothing remains to be seen, it’s a Void

Nothing from nothing leaves nothing and everybody knows deep down within, quickening tic

Jacked up intercourse, demoncratic bad attitude, still #TimeFlies on Earth’s rollin’ spheroid.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. July 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted to ZZ TOP'R #Doubleback & HITS youT link @ https://youtu.be/y9zw_79tlgM }

W.W.A.R.D.??