#ItsTooLateNow #AsAboveSoBelow #WTF that means will blow you away...who's drivin' you home tonight?

S.O.S.

CRANKING IT UP TO 666 DECIBELS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 23, 2019

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Lost faith during my last mass that I served as an altar boy in a catholic school of Chicago

Mama dropped me off and left me at some building with strangers, it was the law an elf

City took me years to sever the server from my arteries, turned out to be a crazy, old Joe

Of the man who grew from a boy, from a baby, from a zygote, from a tyranny of the self.

Meat on the bones or on the plate on a bun, either way, it’s meat and it’s gonna decay

Right under our noses, in front of our eyes, while we’re awake or asleep, it’s goin’ away

Soon to be judged and forgotten because it’s forgettable, soon to be eaten pie in the sky

A rose by any other name’s but a rose, a flower of a seed grown with the wink of an eye.

Blurred lines between the light’s glow and the eye cornea recording, in my mini-mind

Serious about the nature of the Truth being exposed, talkin’ to a recorder for the yTube

At some point along the orbital path around the sun, there’s a Kyper belt in utero Pluto

Earth is where it’s always been, rolling around in elliptical circles, wobble the mi, re, do.

Long days and short nights, gravitational tides of the invisible hoax, a story of innocence

A dream state speeding out of napalm’s control, all alone without a guide for the distance

All of us are gonna die, nobody will get out alive, young and old, healthy and the infirm

Every time we roll the dice, we roll sevens and elevens in diamonds, we’re wheat germ!

Tired of the eyes being wide open, taped in kill-Bill mode, had to be done, Sacramento Kings

For yourself or for two, either way you win and can’t ever lose, the girl or the soft dumplings

Extremely fond of this Old Game, 64 squares of mundane by Sacramento Kings’ and the gang

Or is it a queen who wins or loses the micro Black-holes attraction, Eve to Adam, a big bang.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 23RD, 2019 @ 12:01 AM PST

{ drafted from a distant land between my ears, listenin’ to #ROCK link @ https://youtu.be/J9gKyRmic20 & an #EyePoppin cosmological analysis of astronomical data, link @ https://youtu.be/v2a2ck8k_zU }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WWARD ...well, you know... #Love & #Happiness #WordUP @KORN

#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.?