P H I L O S O P H I A

Sunday, November 03, 2019

#MyMama? Nope, #YoMama! #LifeIsInAJarAfterall

CATCH AND RELEASE, NOWAY, ‘G’

Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, November 3, 2019

Lookin’ deep into the lookin’ glass and see what’s left of your self, what nobody taught USians

Freedom is NEVER free, the Evil alive wants it and you to be immersed in a mire, mud flood

From their ancestors and the minions who followed them on the road to extinction of Sapiens

Shreds of the words, meanings of grunts of cavemen, on cave walls writ with sticks and blood.

Of the hunting for the animals to BBQ on the #Fire and eat with your clan, a family of drones

This is really #FarOut man, this can’t be true or we’d already know about it, we’d all be bones

208 of them from head to toes, bound by muscles and an elastic skin bag, hold guts real tight

You only have a hundred years more or less to drift through space with a Black Hole in sight.

Start here and now and get there and then eventually, you don’t have to fret about it, chillax

When you find your imagination wandering outside the realm of your family’s caring tracks

Y’all on your own, you’ve got no backup and you’ve got no factor of ten, you can’t drop a dime

Workin’, movin’ 208 bones to cooperate and not demolish the #Cell before it’s #Tweet Time.

Drifting starstuff moving at times and at rest at times, the Way is down the middle road of Id

Between the ego and superego the homies and the blood, they ain’t stoppin’ until a bitter end

We’ll communicate what’s goin’ on right in front of their eyes, our eyes, my eyes, your eyes

No heroes on the battlefield of a super Nova black hole of Mother Nature, #GitReady, IT dies!

r j j stephan, i #CatchAndRelease

c. Dimanche, BLOVEMBER 3RD, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ freaked my mama’s ghost out this AM when this came out of the #MuseOMine; drafted listenin’ to Alexander King Chillout on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JUxaYO1lSHk }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, November 02, 2019

#Relativity and #Immortality #Comedy #Tragedy #ColdWorld #EventHorizon & the #Singularity #Phenomenology #Mass #Matter #Friction #Momentum & @MotherGoose

PHENOMENOLOGICAL DESTRUCTION

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 2, 2019

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Sometime, well I guess it was once upon a time there lived a herd of people, band of gypsies

They came from somewhere but they can’t recollect where that was, they all have amnesia

They are all asleep, walkin’ around in the dream that they refer to as life, Earth living thing

What we were before the ancestors got here? Nothing at all, the Big Bang caused us to sing!

From the top of our lungs or in the underground railroads where even bad men fear to go

Screams of silence, just gasps and quiet empty, dead air exhaled, just like a holy roller pro

One who claims to know the God, the creator of the universe through blind faith, like a baby

Believing what your faith leaps to is an Unknown entity evolved from a black hole singularity.

Time and Space as the matrix of the living and dead, move things themselves in perpetuity

They are not gods, they were not even created by any God at all, now the joke is on me, see?

It’s Relativity that we need to explore, the nature of Nothing, that’s life’s massive extinction

Stage of the continental hosts, species of beasts prowl for salad and burgers, raw or BBQ’n.

Not so fast, somebody is right about the nature of being and somebody must be wrong I see

Fractions of equations breakdown the load of feeling all alone, not lonely but alone, I’m free

In a nanosecond, your own consciousness has come and gone, no memory of your prehistory

Meaning more or less that random collisions of matter, gravitationally collapse, blood gory.

What’s important to your caretakers may be what’s important to all, the insight of a 3rd eye

Blinded by light, deafened by radio waves, suffered the taste and smell loss due to raging sin

All there was left to experience this world was feeling, sensing the surroundings, alive to die

Spinning, rotating, wobbling, plummeting or ejecting away from atomic fission, chill, fusion.

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, BLOVEMBER 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to a documentary “How Did The Universe Begin” on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2JwpYeT_2yY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FoodChain - SABOTAGE OF SUBATOMIC PARTICLES & RANDOM FRAUD, TEN TO THE 82ND POWER, ENTROPIC DETERIORATION INTO CHAOS, 10 TO THE 82ND... #WhatItIs = om

6 9 9 8, BUCKLE UP!

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!