#ClothsAreWearinThin #EaglesFlyinForFood @Bugatti

WHAT KIND OF WOMAN IS THAT?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 15, 2019

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On fire, my grampa was a fire chief in Chicago, therefore I’m squeezin’ ‘til I finally fold

Anyway, only IMHO there is a fear and loathing of the dying pickin’ the diamond’s gold

For the sake of being politically perfect and I do mean without a flaw, how, dare say you

It’s as easy as one, two, three and if I’m wrong then Platonic Aristotelian is in auto-play.

I know there is a diamond in your inner self once you discover the Truth about #Precious

Smilin’ in our faces and stabbin’ most of us in the back, the ones who don’t beware of US

The prey of the predators who kill for the thrill and eat for the pleasure of dire defalcation

All you can eat down at the corner at Joe’s greasy spoon, punks gatherin’ Madonnafixation.

Hiding nothing from anybody, all there is is what the dogs n’ beasts see, alien #BREXIT

You and I and every human being swimming, floating, crawling, walkin’ or flyin’ or flittin’

Is all of it this perception and the quality of the recollection to remember the wage of sin

Please? Are you kiddin’ me, I worked for the pioneers of #BlueOnBlack, let us discuss it.

Dead men and women may not have touched you nor you them but your mind heard

The words and thoughtful conclusions regarding the nature of Reality, from A to Z

Easy as the square root of four, two by two it is and what it is knowing too much hard

Crazy in the head, neither drunk nor deceived, just a defective DNA genome pedigree.

Not your choice or your will in charge of anything that ever happens on Earth or anywhere

iTunes loaded a logical scheme we’ve collectively agreed is the Truth of matter, an e-dreamer

Asleep and not able to awaken, darkness all day unable to awaken, sunshine you banana head

4iTunes the Bose, drivin’ the Bugatti at 3 AM, drivin’ deaf & dumb, invisible, caput, I’m dead.

Exceed 100 and you appear to go slower and suddenly, as speed of light’s reached, #Awkward

Forever and a day there will always be a reason for living even if it’s #JustBecause my #word

Anybody can see that nobody that’s able to read was born yesterday, we’re all goin’ to #Hehl

The pope and the POTUS know the truth about the angel’s dust up in the apple tree, y’all fell!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 15th, 2019 A.D. @ 8:24 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #PickUpThePieces Daryl's House Club on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DvWvzRHDYg8 }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

@SANTANAcarlos #Devadip #WhoThePhuqNoseAnyThingEtAl

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BOLL WEEVIL JAMBALAYA, STOP!

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Richard Joseph Stephan * Sunday, September 15, 2019

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Hey, improvise it brothers and sisters, I ain’t your papa, here’s a recipe to copy: junk

https://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/jambalaya-recipe-3381524, dunk!

You’ll never be hungry again, one day at a time though boys, Bettys pull porch hot honkees

Six string pickin’ ain’t gonna help your dog, catfish in the hollar where dirty angels do It.

On the fence, kickin’ down the posts and walkin’ into the other man’s property, test my skill

Where y’all live one day at a time, eatin’ that golden jambalaya, moonshinin’ on a porchswing

Arm around my daughter, around my wife, my mother and my girlfriends, you better #chill

I oughta learn to defend my heart and soul from living examples of idiots and morons, ding!

Everywhere you look, even if you’re blind, in fact, if you can’t see them you find a lot more

Singin’ rhymes to the twangs and beats of the drums, in or out of the shacks of Space’s time

Jacked up or slowed down bones from the age of grueling heartbeats and fake pumps of ice

Dreamin’ about wakin’ up like my daddy told me to, #WakeUpBoy! Echo papa, echo twice!

Back roads way off of the blacktop, Mississippi to Tennessee, party in the hollar, bucks’ learn

They all wanna go but none of them wanna come, just drink and debate before Bubba’s turn

Tucked young bulls in a backyard, sleepin’ bags, train never leavin’ all whacked, I #Outback

Bottles of Jack and #49 puttin’ the fire backwoods’ cinders, nearly plum outta #151 hot burn.

Bumps on the path even though it’s blacktop, it’s just the dead star’s road dream, puffsmoke

Kicked the Truth down the road ‘til I couldn’t avoid the seriousness of Death any longer, yea

It’s over it’s over, I get that but still, why did it happen at all? Who cares, you don’t, don’t fret

Believe in dementia to fix the pain, recollect two seconds, go fuss and fight or forget about it!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 15th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while in a magic #Spell, listenin’ to Carlos Santana #AllTimeBest from the Lionsden Boxing Academy on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lLJQk7B3GkU }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BackwardsInTime #WeAreOneAndMany

A 4.5 BILLION YEAR GODLESS WAY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 14, 2019 @5:55AMPST

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Mars crashed into the Earth accidentally and it left the moon to keep the tides animated

Without the moon, who are you? Not you that’s for certain, you’ve got no soul, no body

Humanity is not an amphibolyte, Earth’s crust down to the core is the cosmic rock eddy

Of Nothing, of the Void, of the emptiness you know of being all alone, now you’re baited.

Minerals identify the gas of God, the divine nature of the Thing Itself, what substance Is

No personality formed until the evolved animation of the exploding atoms in the Big Fizz

Crust dried, spent gas turned solid waste, liquid fishing hole of the gods, One is what it is

Logic and Reason will bruise the faith in the unknown but Nothing is stronger than rocks.

Oxygen and Hydrogen and then here we are, now and then doubting the nature of the beast

Eating one another, merging with visible evidence, holy dead stars are all too humane blood

Meteorites and their parental meteors evolve into mankind, worship the Void as soul of gods

A matrix, a menudo of darkness and brightness, blown rock-stones pole to pole, neon racists.

Acid transubstantiated into your head to your toes, DNA duplication, code cell to shape of me

Form’s substance, things themselves independent of this planet do not exist, All there is, see?

Live life and be happy that you’ve got a moment in Time because, it’s NOT normal, it’s a fluke

If and only if you understand this notion of being and it’s demise, happy woman, happy man.

Ninety three million miles away, five billion years from now, the sun turns into an 8th dwarf

Snow White will have been long gone by then, the winter will remind nobody I have to barf

No men or women, nothing that we recognize as a form of living being, God of rogue atoms

Gas, atoms of plasma get excited just being themselves, far away from stars, become oceans.

Freemason mysteries and an inheritance of the holy monkeys’ mothers and fathers overplay

All from the Absolute, a total eclipse of the Earth’s moon and everything else, white dot holes

Obscured by an ecliptic roll, First Cause is an accidental infinite hole of all too human souls

Angular momentum’s quantum mechanics, a singularity’s event horizon, Space & Time, eh?

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:30 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to CARLOS SANTANA #EvilWays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/shnzuvyc3_U }

W.W.A.R.D.?