Tuesday, October 22, 2019
#NotCoolMan #ItIsCool #NoRomanceForMe #WordUp #LivingInATentInBackOfTheDumpsters #CalExpositionAndRiverParkDrive
DEADLY UNDERGROUND WHINE *
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 22, 2019
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Isolation on the ground of being, as above, so below the clouds that force the wind, raining
To make the rivers and lakes of our personal part of the MilkywayGalaxy’s black hole internet
You’ve got the handle and the URL for the dream you’ve forgotten that you exist in, you bet
In the invisible vastness, you go to priests and scholars for a holy grave in a violent ending.
I’m only gonna say this once to trigger the emptiness within the DNA you reflect, a supernova
Blown to smithereens from the gravitational collapse and cataclysmic explosion, TNT’s papa
Oh, vortex of UV light that blinded all the eyes, that adapted to dark, swirling stardust portals
Death and living the human culture’s customary Will to Survive is like black hole immortals.
Astronomers and the faithfully departed have found identical answers to faux questions porn
Why am I alive other than that my ma and pa mated, conceived DNA in a cell unit’s fake form
Imagine your and my last blink, permanent sleep just like you do every day, you’ve no choice
At dusk, over silvery, dirty gold hills, Time erupts in Space, opens a black hole, now, silence!
From Pluto to Uranus, Neptune, Saturn, Jupiter past Mars, Venus and Mercury, the sun God
What’s more powerful than the sun that shines and allows our life, our existence to be Good
Think about the Categorical Imperatives, the Forms, the Substance, the Essence, then expire
Like the date on your milk carton and yogurt, it gets rancid and rotten after a while, it’s Fire.
What can be said about random Rules of our ancestors’ reactions to being a Big Bang sloop
This and that is all there is, the light comes because the Earth is revolving on an orbital loop
Gravitational attraction and the love of being close to a star, for the cozy warmth of happiness
Dust from the explosion of gas, the matter is left to move itself, to cause life from a death star.
Exploding the garbage to eradicate the homeless unicorns, the gods have been us blacked out
Here and now is the answer to the question that nobody can ask without a #me2 twist-shout
You’ve got to forget about what you see and hear, do not be a Russian asset or honest site-bot
‘cause I am gonna fly under a bluemoon witchhunt while the band plays on, with no blogspot.
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r j j stephan, i *I’d be your #Mississippi, #Honeysuckle!
c. Mardi, ROCKTOBER 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to #HoneyBee Blake Shelton & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iNKl0z30slU?list=RDiNKl0z30slU }
W.W.A.R.D.?
Monday, October 21, 2019
#WickedWitchKickinInTheMix #WhatDoYouKNow #NotAGDThang #LayinRootsInTheGround #EyesForNobodyButYouToo
ROYAL FLUSH & A PURPLE GURU
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Pens, pencils, quills, chalk, sticks in the dirt all recorded the parts of the whole, holy thing
If you don’t read it then it won’t do you any good, one way or another, win turns can’t lose
Think about it for a moment, you can’t get out of your skin or bones until you die, really high
Imagine the last thought, holy scat of the surprises from birth to death, God’s so godang sly!
At least there was loud music and drum beats to make your skeleton rock and rolled upon
Felt very good whether you played it loud and long or just listened to a Bose speaker oven
Either way, drummers keep the rhythm of the beat so the strings, wind and brass overflow
Imagine being alone but alive, not dead yet, just all alone, nobody else in sight, inhale blow.
God, invisible, attribute the good and evil that happen to the all too human suckers born now
Every minute one’s born and if that’s the case, there’s literally millions of suckers at this show
A rerun of a movie I’ve seen many times, I know how it ends, the lights dim, curtain’s drawn
Party son and daughter of an extraterrestrial, paradise of wisemen’s heaven, toke Unknown.
Compass pointing straight up north when I’m at the south pole, south of the burnt, holy fire
It’s the reason why this reality exists in the first place and in the end, you may be perturbed
Not what you expect from all of the rumours and propaganda you’ve been so enculturated
It’s an evolutionary adaptation, to get along with the most unfortunate dregs of the bonfire.
When one is on the wall, you cannot deny you’ve got a need for speed, sneakin’ from my rear
Caught in pitch black darkness, in a palm, waiting for release to the light or the annihilator
As long as there’s a great song playin’ on the youTube, it takes the pain away, the bada booms
It’s a mean setup, a royal fool and a poor guru, accidental DNA & a twilight zone dark rooms.
Philosophical existentialism or solipsism recommended for the trip through this morass afar
Of the men and the rats who carry the end of the species on their revolutions around the star
Broken points that really are pointless, in essence, it is really on ice in a deaf and blind freeze
Those who lead the packs, the towns, counties, nation-states and papal vatican of histories.
Sunshine with or without you, storms, whirlwinds, all here before you got here, One & done
But not your lucky, little soul mover of the 208 bones you got from your ma and pa, braves
Not a huge amount of souls become alive in a body to move about like free women or slaves
Skin color matters little, long way to go to get the power, King & Queen, checkmate ace, one!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, ROCKTOBER 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 1900 hours
{ blasted form my pseudo-occult magical fingertips in an hour while listenin’ to Chris Janson (...when I die) #HawaiiOnMe on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gFapzeoGJlA }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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