#BeatThisSheet #YouCannotTry #YouWillNotSucceed #EyesCannotWatchThriller #ItsOnlyAMovie #StoppedBreathingThrilled

ELEVEN, TWENTY 4:20 NINETEENS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, November 27, 2019

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Elevating my consciousness to the alpha tones, place in space where I am, I’m in full charge

Until my last breath, free consciousness within established parameters, just livin’ max-large

Not for any other reason than my father and mother made the easy money, without reprieve

Cost is not important with a bottomless charge account that is settled every mid-Adam’s eve.

Think about it this way, you my friend that I don’t know are a #Tool for good, drink cow milk

Good being anything that supports survival of the fittest, bad being a detriment to Time’s ilk

Poor girls and boys, rich punks and socialites who pretend to be the grandfather of the clock

In charge of the livers of the beasts, all who Live KNOW, Evil is Live spelled backward, Rock!

Don’t listen or pay any attention to the doom layers who teach the children well, how to DIE!

Watching animals and plants be killed and eaten in the midst of pretending LIFE won’t LIE

Yet, here and now, a blindman and a hard of hearing woman, pretend it’s gonna be alright, eh

If you don’t pretend, go insane from the emptiness before your very eyes, hey, what did I say?

Did you know, did you think, could you guess, shall we assume that immortality is a chimera?

Blind faith seems caused by the fear, loathing death, the end-all, the be-all of an intelligentsia

Comin’ to Jesus, Buddha, Krishna or @MONSANTO for extinction, chemicals of a cosmic Ra

Of human bondage and freedom, an accident of survival of the fittest, here, now, alone, Blah!

We all want company to entertain our ennui and provide the antidote to the mortal mindset

Little Johnny and sweet, tiny Mary Jane pull it all off as if it’s a play that’s supposed to be, yet

We’re all hungry when the food runs out, we want to kill some form of life to eat it, then stink

To swallow the real things and devour the verve within, eyes wide open until an eternal blink.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, BLOVEMBER 27TH, 2 0 1 9 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ cranked out these calls Pulitzer Prizes while jammin’ to Michael Jackson* #BillyJean on youTube with some of MY fav HITS link @ https://youtu.be/Zi_XLOBDo_Y }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OldFashionedRobbery #RootForTheBadGuys #FakeNews #GotNoJunk

FUNK SISTERS AND CLONE DNA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 26, 2019

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Which expansion? Which aggression? Why are you so concerned about the Cosmic grooves?

You will perish since you are really an invisible Ego, an animated juke job of ignorant flotsam

Call the idiots and the morons to do a number on the bad men, they’re everywhere on jetsam

Alcohol and plant dehydration, fired up inhalation, you’d be jumpin’ on the prey, jukin’ fools.

You are punked right now, friends and foes alike, you’ve swallowed the bait, hook-line sunk

Down to the bottom of the deepest lake on Earth, where light never goes or comes, in or out

It’s a matter of atomic fusion and fission and your eyes wide open to see a burnt son of God

It’s always there and without It, we are all dead, the good, bad and the fugly, got it hotrod?

Here’s a fire in the water, it’s gettin’ hotter every moment of every holy revolution, get high

Light up and live past the trials and tribulations of surviving on Earth, struggling son of Ra

Microscopic and macroscopic focus of the philosophy you’ve accepted to explain, funk found

From the mothers and sisters of us all, we come forth and drop it on down to sacred ground.

I am in the center, right down the middle, neither to the left nor the right, stand up, sit down

Host of the party Is the One, the same One which was here before your conception, you clown

Sent to the comedy and tragedy of the dramatic display of little, crybaby boys’ and girls’ folks

Already gone, a mystery house, smoke cigarettes, watch football on TV, Happy Thanksgiving!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, BLOVEMBER 26TH, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ generated the amassed Logos flombet with the assistance of The Artist Formerly Known As Prince #JAZZ youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cOc2MzvqbN0 }

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

ON A SLIM LIMB, GOD’S ROADKILL

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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.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, BLOVEMBER 25TH, 2019 A.D. @ 4:20 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to a cornucopia of #RandomRockhardSoftness Grand Funk Railroad #ImYourCaptain link @ https://on youTubeyoutu.be/g8MYsii4DZY }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?