P H I L O S O P H I A

Thursday, November 07, 2019

#FromAlphaToRomeo #HereArtThou @VOID @WARtheBand #NakedApesLeftEarthAlone

BLACKER THAN INFRARED WAVES

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 7, 2019

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Peek behind the screen which hides the masks of the intelligentsia, children of homelessness

Parents of free people who practiced free speech for hundreds of years now must be silenced

In the enculturation and education of the innocent lambs, the secret must be a preserved kiss

Trading commodities on the market and made millions of dollars but couldn’t trade the gist.

Meaning at the bottom line, nobody knows anything, some swallowed a blind faith’s stipend

Immortal geist, avoidance of being the corpse of our future, mouths agape, eyes wide opened

Between the things and the thing itself, the matter and the form, there’s a Plato and Aristotle

From Berkeley to Seattle, you can seek but not find the Truth, the Ends of the Id, Jack bottle.

Pertaining to a day you die, yes you not me or anyone else, Y.O.U. neuter gendered homo sap

It ain’t my fault that you’re distraught and the meaning of WORDs is a theoretical ape escape

From the nature of Being to the nature of being a human or any plant or other animal into us

Every single set of cells from One to infinity is infused with the verve of this anomaly of fuss.

DNA or particulate matter on the #EventHorizon must disintegrate into a seer’s Void of Id

What it is, what that is, you and I will know once it appears to conscious awareness’ gas acid

Discovery either underground or on the public stage means the case is open and shut tight

Hiding whatever needs to be unknown to the masses, children of the gods and lords of fly.

Innards further than your heart and soul and outer space further than the Singularity’s face

Moves into the Unmoved Mover, unseen killing yet dead nevertheless, who you are in space

Threatening your contentment with #FactsOfLife, myopic, inherited parental enculturation

Rock your world now or a second after your final gasp of gas, bright smile, it’s over, no Sin!

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, BLOWVEMBER 7th, 2019 A.D.

{ generated from a #ColdStart with Eric Burdon and War WAR THE BAND on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RBQXJ3I5xGA}

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Tuesday, November 05, 2019

#WhateverItTakes #ItTakesAllOfIt #BullFrogsCallinMe #FromKokomoToKalamazoo

YOUR DAUGHTERS, NEW MOTHERS

Richard Joseph Stephan·Tuesday, November 5, 2019

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Beautiful just like their grandmothers, those DNA blueblood blue jeans will wait just a byte

Thinking that you know everything when you’re a little boy and then you turn thirteen too

Looking around as the priests and holy preachers chased us out of the GIRLS’ sacred rooms

Where brave men fear to go with or without backpacks, it’s the lids and attitudes, all ‘bout it.

On the bayou or in the tundra, anywhere on any of the seven continents, the DNA bleeds out

Literally, all of this has come from nothing but an accidental collision of molecular ions about

Due to a massive explosion due to gravitational collapse, here’s the signal, reproduce paper

What animates the notions and the dirt and rocks, all of it from ground up to a sky scraper?

Invisible soul, invisible god, like an idea or a notion which has no physical, atomic outback

Being in deep matter without being able to exist without it, eating it or standing on all of it

Nowhere else to go and nothing else to do other than keep breathing and seeking the script

End games may end happy or not, depends on WHO wills the climax, cuz she’s got the Jack!

Fathers of the daughters wonder if the boys and men will court the teeny boppers, but alas

Time comes and the boys come to ask for the pleasure of touching your child’s face and hair

For the love of all that’s good and evil, through the grapevine we go until the wine cup flows

With the squeezing of the grapes on the bush, alcohol has improved the the life that blows.

Walkin’ or runnin’ from the first to the last minute every day will keep you kickin’ in the barn

If you sit down and rest too long, muscles will atrophy and bring you pain and a misery yarn

Thinking and being what animals are, moving from somewhere out of nowhere and back to it

A herd mentality or an individual choice are one and the same, all for the good of hers, hit!

Loud and clear even to the deaf and dumb, challenged due to a lack of ESP sense perception

You and I know, we all know, this seems clear, we are here and now, can’t stay for the punch

Sooner or later, like a fly on the wall or a bug on a rug, it’s going to end well, or not so much

Makin’ the sign of the Iron Cross on my head, my heart and wings, I forgive me for my sin!