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6 9 9 8, BUCKLE UP!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 2, 2019

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Doin’ a sit down with the origin of the universe, you know who I’m talkin’ ‘bout, a man of skill

Not laws and rules of your fathers and mothers tribes, it’s #FakeNews regulators of Free Will

When it’s the time in this space to exit the planet or to become dissolved in it’s stardust song

Dancin’ with the Space and not the Stars, dreamin’ with a trillion hits off of a DNAcid bong.

From Mercury to Pluto, the space between them is as immense as the atoms blown to heaven

Miracles, causes and effects, magical scree of spells that come out before the thing itself, Zen

Now, are you with me? I thought so, here we go so hold on tight, it’s a bumpy road’s free ride

Getting down to the bottom of the deductions and inductions, there’s reasons for ego pride.

Survival of the most fit to adapt to change and pending doom of a cosmic universal collapse

Advanced regression as an orbital wobble does, spinnin’ and speedin’ to the Zoom’s doom

Outer-space or in your hearts and souls, this and that are all one and the same, a pre-corpse

I’m droppin’ the mic now, because you know what I mean or you don’t, it’ll be hopeless soon.

Gratify your singularity on the way to the Event Horizon, there’s no turnin’ back at that point

Drilling into the dirt is a thing of the past, there is no dirt left on the ellipse, clean orbit joint

Just you, me and a trillion cells of DNA, never in constant change, all of me is invisible chit

In the end, nothing matters and if it did, we’d pretend it didn’t matter, you won’t believe It!

I got the 6998, nobody else knows about it, they couldn’t handle this truth, God danged fools

Add ‘em up 15 + 17 = 32, a quart of ounces, a fourth of a gallon, no other measured old souls

Compared to the deep end of the ocean, this essence is more or less the matrix of war battles

I want what you got and vice versa, I want to keep what I’ve got and pal, This means W A R!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, BLOWVEMBER 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM EST

{ powered up listenin’ to a #TheoryOfEverything ready, set, BLOW! LINK on youTube @ https://youtu.be/mtBz1roiQR8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CantStopAFreightTrain #YesICanYesICan #YouGottaBelieve #IfNotYouThenWhoWill?

TIED TONGUE, FATHER OF MINE?

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, November 1, 2019

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Nice to be in paradise when you’re lost but if you know someone, it’s better to assimilate chit

Head down in your hands because you might think that it’s all over and you’ll pay for my sins

But you won’t, remember before your mother and father met? Oh well, just forget about it

Nothing matters in the long run, it’s a logical conclusion from the deduction of assumptions.

What in the name of God are you doin’ with your only life you’ll get in Time, not much eh?

It’s all your fault regardless if you’re an orphan or a well adjusted clergyman or statesman

Responsible for all of your actions once your zygote emerges from the holy tomb of mama

I speak in forked tongues only when necessary to disguise what I do, click, click boom, man.

Freaks and gypsies don’t think twice about takin’ your cash if it’s what you need lose, it’s fine

No holding back at the exits to the freeways, at the stop lights, with a homemade card cosign

Without a begging beggar, all you get is a homeless no count, jacked up hobo with punk pores

Getting a whiff of freedom and the notion that you pay for what you get, get what you pay for.

Groomed to deteriorate into the function of the living ghost on the west coast, mama’s fakers

Where it never rains in California, down south near the wave surf by the PCH, past breakers

Watchin’ this world breathe in and out, air and burgers, stayin’ alive for the #FakeNews to be

What can never be the Truth, what has never and will never happen, Lies of the gods’ skree.

It came and it’ll go, whether we like it or not, living die and dead do not round trip this fight

Tapped for a sad finale, you gotta admit you finally lose all of your liberty, at an absurd height

You can’t be free of mortal bones, all 208 of them will disintegrate sooner or later into fame

It’s OK though, made love, counted to 10, prayed to #FakeGods ‘cause dad gave me a name.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 1ST, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ raised this from the dead while listenin’ to @Everclear #EverythingIsWonderfulNow & #AMRadio on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MUfgAbFY4CA }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

HAPPY ALL SAINTS DAY @PapaFrancis & the minions of my forefathers and foremothers ad infinitum! #EaglesRuleInFlight

A BIG ONE GOT AWAY, IT’S A CRIME

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 1, 2019

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If you think you’re gettin’ over then you just don’t get it, nobody gets over it, all, none

Believe me or not, it doesn’t matter, it’s gonna happen anyways, 5 in the cold morning

Maybe on the way to work or on vacation or maybe just in your sleep, before AM sun

For the sake and for the purpose of the species genome, we’re filled and bleed red blood.

It may be blue, runnin’ through the veins for mosquitoes to suck out life while still blue

Before it gets back to the heart to flow from head to toe, fed my mind and soul, but it’ll fly

Landed right here and now in front of the scales, to weigh my doubts casting spells to die

Friends, foes hit witches all alike, the same exact measure of west side, blind faith brew.

Gone way before the Time in Space was finished with God’s dam and animated toys n’ boys

Alive in caves, condos, tents, campers and high redwood trees, livin’ as high as a man can be

Inside the body and what’s left of the blown away wits, live like whales in the river, no can do

Run out of the room to swim up and downstream, sea to shining sea, pole to pole, let us go!

Wait! What? We’re already gone with the stars, stripes, bars, red, green, blue and pure white

As it is when you’re blinded by stars, staring into the sun’s bright burn, killin’ what don’t fight

Eating, absorbing and defecating the feces of faces, Adam’s, Eve’s matrix of ruby red road dirt

Full of the matter, made the energy squeeze into 208 bones, word a tie-died Dead Lot T-shirt.

Days gone, I’ve been gone quite a while and still hear the sounds of the Eagles Talon on prey

Grabbing and squeezing the breath back into the thin air above and below, rolled in the hay

Princes and paupers, boys and girls, all with the code of Acid, sunlight’s animation of gases

Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen, CO2 kept us alive and caused the happy ending for the masses.

Ripped up the roads and paper trails, kept us alive for thousands of years, all up in gunsmoke

Fired up from hot, flame sparks, matches sulfur on hard strikers, friction’s never a funny joke

What made us all too human, fire for life and death, solar signals creating bytes and synapses

On the nature of the Word made Flesh, what’s already been said you know, a red heart seizes.

A big one came and went without me, it got away fast like a ship in the night, a diamond word

It was a title, beginning and end of the story, our story, every one of us, with or without a bird

White dove of paradise being the spirit of the Holy of Holies, where the choir sings the hymn

Mighty and weak, all here fine or in decline, the price is high enough to pay, all you got Slim!

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 1ST, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ jammed out of the heavens while listenin’ to #Golddust of Joe Walsh @Daryl's House Club jammin’ in the garage on youTube link @https://youtu.be/efB3aQkZS1g }

W.W.A.R.D.?