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W.W.A.R.D.?

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SKIPPIN' TRIPPIN’, MADD BALLS! *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, August 22, 2019

Take a picture and it will last longer than a NY minute, an eon will pass underground fires

Counter the ice with the hot plastic and slate, your wild dreams can’t imagine funeral pyres

Of being all too human, there’s a finite trip from the conception to the soulless travel of gods

Matter and Energy in conflict, beings of DNA arose from a blown crock of teenager hotrods.

Adapt or perish, it’s the law of gravity and evolution of the fittest species to survive extinction

We are the ones who survived, we caretake the others, plants and animals, adapt to function

Motivation is to eat or be eaten, an edge given to the survivors who found peace on rare Earth

Not because of luck but an intent to be the good while being capable of being bad, even ugly!

Rivers run above and beyond, below the center of nowhere, a centered, empty hole of a code

Empty acid DNA, nothing but a Void of philosophical religion, to let war’s god-sun go brood

Teeth to eat and fire to burn, mortality of eternity a loving, innocent myth of mother’s lode

Inside the outside of where nothing but emptiness completes third dimensional cold blood.

Substantial variations occur from a man’s birth to his death, I don’t prick anything ‘bout her

My comment is purely homocentric, earthly unimportantly, a self examination of holy soul

Volts from the thunder and lightening sent to our gravitational pull, my mind got penetrated

By Nothing but electrons, neutrons and protons that I cannot terminate, I’ve a will to power.

Speak a language that can be understood by any human on any continent, seven or now eight

One under the sea that nobody other than flabbergasted people ever become aware of, it’s Fate

Float on the ocean for a week and take a trip that you will never forget, unless your eyes failed

Sights and sounds of pure ocean H2O liquid gas being cut by a #Princess, north WA AK gate.

Saw neither hide nor hair of Fire, quit smokin’ leaf grass n’ Al Capone Cigarillos’ cooler stiffs

Just the salt in the air and the freezing August air of a Pearl of the USA, the deal of stoonads

Alaska where my grandma feared to go with her fisherman mate, my step-grandpa, Mr. Leff’s

Puttin’ dead food in the Renton, Washington ground, box buried six feet deep, 208’s gonads.

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r j j stephan, i  *HeavyBalls

c. Jeudi, August 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #TowerOfPower LIVE w/LennyWilliams leads on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Qy2NssFhs64 }

*It is no more complicated than knowing how and why conception occurs...just be the food! #Fate’s #QuantumMechanics #RabbitHole universe link @ https://youtu.be/TftGVf5345g

 

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#HappyHourIsDone #KeepItFluffy #PackOfCougarsEverywhereOverHere

ELLIPSIS’ RHAPSODY, SHADE BLUE 

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, August 22, 2019

If it doesn’t hurt then it’s not for real, life is photo-shopped and air-brushed clean, clear chit

You know why, it’s because you’ve got a pretty smile and skinny jeans, my freedom’s Free-fall

To be or not to be is not the only question, there’s another few inquiries for addressing The It

Blind faith in hopes and dreams barrel of monkeys, gramma’s son CUT a RUG, spawn of All!

I came forward and you fell on back to the rear of the club, last table in the back, two chair set

None but the best in my midst, all up in my face, got down on my case just ‘cause it was easy

A force to be reckoned with is not the only force in the universe, line ‘em up, burnt atoms’ chi

Neither more nor less than It all, from nuclei to macrobiotic, phantom bugs between my me.

Blown superego can’t fly solo, all gone girl, run clean out of fake miracles, O2’s hydrogen ruse

Without liquid that a solid needs to transform boiling gas of I don’t knows, drunken on grape

Crying for a taste of microbial life while starin’ in the empty face of smoke and mirrored blues

I can’t make it without you and me, we’re finished with last gasps, orifice of man’s face agape!

Although being stupid should hurt if that was an evolutionary advantage, stupid feels so good

Evil mind is one which has been depleted of ignorance and a tendency to honor my defiance

Not because it’s the right thing to do, it’s the only choice possible, there’s me not in the mood

And then there’s everything in perfect synchronization with the babies of midgets and giants.

Swing It around over here Mother Earth, wobblin’ spin, ellipsis (. . .) spun a One Way thang

It’s busy on the road, it dead-ends at a Wall where only Nothing’s leftover from a chitty Bang

Imagination fully creating everything from literally nothing but a Void full of an original sin

Empty space without me, holy hole of the amalgam of Space’s Time, now or way back when.

Passing in and out of the love left over from the dumpster of cosmic dust, last call dust of God

I am what I am, standin’ tall, being much more to attract the deep state, black-holed demigod

Rulers of yard sticks or meters, give or take a centimeter at the pulpit, they chop wood for me

I’m in an out of sight coverup, ellipsis smoke’s alive, my hand’s ace high in firewater, I’m free!

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r j j stephan, i #StupidShouldHurtYouToo ala Armstrong & Getty #NoPainNoGainBullScat

c. August 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 3:03 AM PST

{ drafted to some #BlueAintYourColor & #TennesseeWhiskey #SheTalksToAngels on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7dQIZCSirQo & https://youtu.be/fp7NZNW48ig }

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