@RunawayJune #BlownCover #OverBlownEgo #DeadZoneAhead #SupernaturalCalypsoNight

SEMPER FI, EYES ON #ZZTop PRIZE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 22, 2019

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What is new will be old soon enough, nobody can rush the onward march of the TicToc

Either measured or not, the days and nights swap place in space due to the orbital rock

Regardless of the intention of the ego residing in each one of us humans, alive here, now

Facts of life are few, you live and dive deep into blind faith, reason and logic, above, below.

So I’ve been told, you’re a series of theories in my mind beginning with #WeAreOne, aye

Alternative that we are Many is not only unacceptable but also impossible for a third eye

Going down the rabbit hole while wide awake and alive with a camera crew who followed

Impossible conjunction at the intersection of Hollywood and Vine, good guys get blowed.

From a happy day to a sad day, back and forth ad infinitum, grabbin’ bulls by the balls/horns

Still, I stare at the problem which’s as clear as glass test tubes, vaping goddesses’ native born

Like the smoke from a cigar or a vape or a bong or a hookah, it’s like a forest fire on steroids

Walking slow up the country road like I own the property, I got killed by a lightspeed truck.

As I rose from the dead body bag of bones, I could still hear what played the ties that bind

Spirits go on and on, stopping for a brief moment to tuck in innocent children of self-worth

Or in the case of the lone drifter without a friend, being an orphan with no kin, dust in wind

No chance to be right or wrong and the evil and the good are the same before and afterbirth.

Always keepin’ the eyes on the prize, the beasts who move to and fro, searching unknowns

For this end-game target, the prize at the end of the struggle is at once a One and the Many

Inside of your thinking mind, the container of your understanding languages’ wisdom bones

On Atheist freeway to our #SemperFi hearts, yelling AHA, Look ma! No Earth, wind or fire.!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, BLOVEMBER 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listin’ to some Everlasting Badasses Multiservicios Zztop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lDLFoLOASCM #me2 #IGotToHaveAShot before I #BlowMyZZTOP }

#TuneIn #DropOut #THRIVEinTIME #HEALitALL #RightHere #RightNow

SQUARE MEAL TIMES 2 = 42x√(2x)

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 21, 2019

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2√(7x)⋅3√(14x²) can be written as 42x√(2x) https://youtu.be/3MijXB91DVo, therefore, I am

Now, for the umpteenth time as my mama used to say, figure it out, do the math until you ram

The answer’s in the blank to be filled in, there’s no multiple choice, you know it or you don’t

It is not a guessing game, the here and now is just what you see, it’s all you get, a word’s font.

Over the waterfall from the melting ice and snow off of the mountain peaks’ slopes, soap Tide

Washing the dirt and grime away and leaving cleanliness and scents from lavender’s free ride

To the moon or just next door to the open market of everything a human ever wanted to need

The ends are the places to go that you wind up staying at until the final curtain falls into seed.

Back to the future or up to the past, always fleeting the Presence in the Present atomic shock

Split or fused the invisible smoke and mirrors until I got here and now, this is it, all I ever got

Breath of fresh air most of the time, until Matter burns into ash, leaving stinkin’ wood smoke

It’s all she wrote for some 4 legged anima, winged fauna and All too Human men, rock broke.

Paraphernalia flying around the ‘hood in pamphlets and bulletin propaganda, got a job here

I will perform at peak until I’m tired and need a break to recharge the disappearing holy fear

Of the holy, invisible divine and hungry animals and plants desiring to dissolve your T-bones

Into the ergs of the animation that searches for and destroys atoms of overblown cell phones.

Shuffled off to the Buffalo in New York and to the Watts of the City of Angels, we lived & died

In the end smoked, burned, crushed into dust and ash or filled with CH2O, my formaldehyde

Commercial or private, after the last day you breathe, it doesn’t matter at all, not a tiny byte

Equations are differential and complex, there’s an answer but it’s X, unknown, so why fight?

Why eat to live and live to eat, being a cat or dog or a woman or a man, same old movie scene

Appearances and the nature of the essence of beasts are all one, same dark dream in a dream

Like a forgotten thing you needed to recollect while in transit from the birth to dead-death of

You, super Ego and Id, playing the back and forth of winning and losing, both crow and dove.

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r j j stephan, i

c. JEUDI, BLOVEMBER 21ST, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to 432Hz - “The DEEPEST Healing - Let Go Of All Negative Energy - Healing Meditation Music" on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4wtG01ymIjE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SinkThePink @AC/DC #FlyOnTheWall #ImpeachThisYouMothers

WHAT’S MATTER OF FACT, ASSUME

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, November 20, 2019

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If you’ve got it, transmigrate it into wealth pure gold, diamonds, crude oil and natural gas too

One way or another the pattern becomes the easy way out, it was the easy way to be split in 2

If you’ve got it, transmigrate it into wealth valued as gold, diamonds, crude oil and hot oldies

On the face of It, here we are and away we go, just like the stars appearance as far side steeds.

Laughing out loud, rolling on the floor laughing are an indication that the word’s made flesh

Humor and comedy make the solitary trip here to Earth all worth while, laugh until you cry

It won’t hurt one bit, a recharge of your energy level happens with or without you, Ego’s I

A show of force to prove that everything is broken and needs me to repair the rash damages.

My Lionel train is in a box with the caboose and some other freight cars of the 50’s RR tracks

A Hucklebuck chuckle by Huckleberry Hound Dog Rescue of El Paso, rain or shine all on It

Saving the lives of animals other than human, for the good of the genome, it’s just you, #me2

On the vector of direct apprehension, I get it, I finally understand the ghost in the machine.

Don’t make a big deal out of a series of trivial occurrences, there’s a lot more when god sends

A conscious decision, an act of will to power, to be or not to be alive and fortune to have Ends

As it should be, the way it always was before the origin of species’ human, just homo-sapiens

It’s done, those were the days they say, why I always say, #BabyYoureTheGreatest, honeybee!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, BLOVEMBER 20TH, 2019 A.D. @ 5:05 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Archie Bunker #Meathead #NoConScrewedIdeason youTube link @ https://youtu.be/6NJmGxowyqY & jammin’ to PowerToFly #FlyOnTheWall by AC/DC video link @ https://youtu.be/5BWJOETwIGc }

W.W.A.R.D.?