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Thursday, October 17, 2019

#BewareOfDogsBreath #GoonSquad #Deathblow #Deftones

WILL YOU GIVE ME A BREAK? NO?

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 17, 2019

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Psychological romance with me? I’d be happy to come out of my shell for a hoe, beautiful girl

I’m certain when you hear my voice and the cut of my gib, my red flamin’ eyes won’t matter

Not in the context of hypnosis and my personal prognosis in the ebb and flow of a holy swirl

Of the men and other animated bags of atomic gas, the things appear as hard as a rocker.

Desire for the pain and suffering is an overwhelming pardon for being all too human story

To know and be wise enough to keep the Truth in mind at all times, that’s the gift of glory

To allow the spark of your personal, prime mover to escape at death is an art lost, one, done

Upon a time in my playpen and my crib, I knew nothin’ was gonna stop me playin’, oh fun!

I won’t ever let go of the part I’ve got of this matter and this energy, infinitesimal, my mind

Weather of a whirlwind’s wobble and revolution of a planetary Big Bang’s remnant lime pine

Chopped them down, burned them with Smokey bears and forest flombays from red Mercury

Dreamland, afterlife with no body, give me a break and just enjoy the ride, this is It, history.

No comebacks after the battles and wars that completed the cycle of living and dying, the way

Where you walk down the center of the path, not too far to the right or to the left, perfect say

But there’s a snake full of life, wanting your Will to power and wanting you to give it up, now

Before the end, to survive a killer’s goin’ home to a singularity, holy, black hole event horizon.

Perfectly zero or a trillion zeroes on the third dimension’s tetrahedron of clear ice, plexiglass

Will to the power of causing effects of whim’s intent, believe and it is done, Time’s goin’ fast

Like snow melt turnin’ the river flow out to the endless sea of hydrogen and oxygen story plot

Sons of God and virgins, highly improbable yet right there in front of my eyes, all bloodshot!

#TwistedTransistor moves the monkeys to and fro, heads up and lights out, it’s going’ down

Miracles in the darkness without the benefits, nothing to see for the rest of eternal unknown

First Cause hung well over the astronomical unit, 93 million miles from Sunny the gas’ sex

Input and output from a friction way, compression imploded the explosion, a TNT nut-hex.

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 17TH, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to the Deftones #GoonSquad & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-sdMesL8wrc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

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DON’T BE A TOUGH GUY OR A FOOL

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 17, 2019

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In the event of a communicating bird of prey coming in for a landing on your head and such

“Resist we much, and we must about that...” be committed to it, amigos, an ol’ double dutch

Jumpin’ the double swingin’ ropes in the middle of the sidewalk, off the pavement crack cake

Shocked monkey bones up and down, feet and toes bouncin’ kids’ minds into an infinite fake.

Marry up your loves and reproduce your own species or become extinct, nourish soul kicks

I don’t care what you think or what you say but I believe in Nothing and y’all ‘re real piques

Altercations between my girlfriend and my wife on the ground beatin’ each other into pulp

Blood on the highway, hammer fist blows for the wreck on the freeway, an Adam apple gulp.

There is an origin for every language of every human born on this planet, it’s the God, the sun

What you need to live or you’ll die, it’s the sun, the star only 93 million miles to ‘me’ sandman

Where you’ll go when the conscious mind in the brain, in the head becomes to be or not, see?

Right here and now where you’re at right now, this is all there is, my geist, my ghost’s my fan.

Time on the clock gets to 9:11 twice every day, one day after the other, Earth spins around it

Truth of being alone in space on a planet of dead star cinders, unbelievable ground of shyte

Warm memories being drunk with your feet and legs up to your thighs in people’s rice-food

Either die of being frozen to death or being a spider monkey without olfactory sense, all good.

Here’s success for the survival of the fittest, doom is down the road for a 3rd tier evolutionary

In the House or the Senate, both houses of Congress SHOULD be at odds, a mere hyperbole

With an Executive and a Judiciary branch, the Congress lose it’s marbles, deaf-dumb insight

Consuming the signals, the signs, the words, Nothing is left, WE are all there is, now go fight!

Peace on Earth, earthquakes shake as they say in the old country, let’s party with super Mario

History written in foreign languages and translated to your own jive, a pig satin-Latin casino

Destroy your ignorance-enlightened intelligence before you step into the foul, fairy dust-ups

Only you’ll know I know because you know I know, war ends YOU in a crypt of crossed pups.