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Monday, November 25, 2019

#BlindFaith & the rest of the story... #CagedElephant & whatnot!

ON A SLIM LIMB, GOD’S ROADKILL
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, November 25, 2019
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Fear and loathing of the One who got us all here and now, struggling for survival just for pain
A bit of tenderness to give a teeny, tiny reprieve from the scariest dream ever had in the rain
Shocked, humdinger like no other ended before I knew what had happened, my soul got free
But I’m pretty sure I won the sword fight with some skills I’d forgotten, (bow) sensai left me.

It’s all comin’ back to me now, there was a challenge to my life by the reaper who fishes souls
I had it, she wanted it, this lady reaper full of a heightened state of awareness for spunk loads
It wasn’t long down the pike before I figured that I’d been the dreamer, my will’s being done
Then it the game was on, I was armed and dangerous but without ammunition in sight, all I.

The heat is on but it’s freezing cold inside and outside of the core of the Cosmos, why is that?
Atomic ghosts who were here and now are now long gone, trust nobody’s faith in #FakeNews
In the Time of the First Cause of Matter and Energy, nothing was being recorded by any God
We’ve had to create the notion of divinity for the sake of survival, the sanity of minds’ is good.

Perfection of the zero and the billion stars outside of the abstract vacuum of matter, singular
Gettin’ past the taste of waste and the smell of white trash in the county dump, hotshell afar
From Chicago’s dotted matrix, I arose to the nest in the Eagle ghosts’ cave o’er below & above
Wings got weaker as carrion went unhunted, ends began, flew 8 mile high, no wings, I dove!

Seeing the ground of being rushing closer to my eyes and soul, the lights went out, passed in
Dreamin’ I fell out of the bed and was suddenly #WOKE like I ain’t ever been & I ain’t kiddin’
To be WOKE or not to be WOKE, that is the million dollar question, every body knows it, eh
Everything is everything and now, even you know something, a narrow path, it’s home’s Way.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, BLOVEMBER 25TH, 2019 A.D. @ 4:20 PM PST
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ON NATURE & NOTHING SPECIAL *
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, November 25, 2019
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Wake the BLANK up you, mother BLANK and make it snappy pappy, I banged her yesterday
It’s better be the best you’ve ever been once you awaken on your final approach, Ends of Ma
Where life moves once it’s finished with ACTING on the STAGE of terra ferma, made a PLAY
Cherry or apple, maybe gooseberry or the shepherd’s meat pie, surprise protein of grandma.

To the apex of mountains, a protrusion of blown dirt from It’s inside-out, WTF dream’s over
Drum beat to pound Rhythm and animal sinews to pluck and saw, metal and wood to blow It
Air and Water and Fire and the matrix of the stuff, here and now, material world of my mama
Girls know and boys are much to dense to comprehend the thing itself, it’s me you dank fool!

Punks and politicians merge into One to make the HOLE shebang come to cease & desist It
Your mind, your personality, your being is totally dependent on memories, extinction’s CHIT
All there is in the cells of DNA is the code to End The Dream At Will, nothing you can do kids
Jealousy’s Hate cannot be denied once Love and Glory are lost, Time goes by, survive or die!

I have a fix for your tricks, it’s way better than the liquid squirts out the needle or the epipens
For the rest of your life, celebrate that you found out where the power was before al was lost
Banged heads down to your metatarsals, Look Out Below, All Hands On Deck, I overrated It
Your health and your future depend on this one secret, I’ll tell you tomorrow, survive, Be fit!

Formaldehyde full carcasses in the graveyards of dead meat and hollow bones, residue of You
We put out in the Milky Way and we went touched down hard, landed and made groove-tube
Not loved, not hated, in the Milky Way and eating it from the inside a hardcore to outer space
Where wise men fear to go, to whatchamacallit, diddlydoo, thingamabob scat, one God’s Gismo!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. LUNDI BLOWVEMBER 25TH, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST
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