#EverythingIsBroken #SpeedOfLightExceeded #PanHandleMe #ArmstrongAndGettyRadioShow #EINSTEINIAN #CCR #Dylan #Lavette & #MastersOfWar

ATOMIC MERCURY, H2O & WINE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 2, 2019

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God and the gold buried deep in the planet Earth, it’s unknown what’s outside, Done

Men and possibly some women have manufactured the historical hysteria of solo mio

A place in Space occupied by an imaginary being, yourself, myself, ourselves and chit

What we have in the pot in the middle of nowhere, microbial Life and Death of DNA1.

Of course, snow on the mountains cannot be avoided when the dirt and stone froze, to save

No sunshine from the burning, blown star, the sun, apollo of our dream’s dark, sacred cave

Where we through ancestral heritage hid from the predators who wanted to eat our young

To rape the females of the tribes of our roaming carnivore grandfolks, they smelled of dung.

In a crushing, toxic atmosphere, something survives and pretends to be living chimera-self

Alter-ego, super-ego or just the Id-ego runs amok during the season to be the jolly holly elf

Nutrients added to a complex of agar, the universe’s cosmic slop yield the virus’ bacterial arms

Creation of the things that move, animated by nothing other than pure blown atom charms.

OK, alright, it’s going to be fine, no reason to panic just because you swapped kingdom come

From conception of your being in the womb of your mother, merged DNA of flagellate scum

Above and below the Mason–Dixon line there is nothing but the dirt, rocks and T-bone racks

Hung muscle and sinew under colored wrapping of thin skin that allows penetration of crack.

Fundamentals are important after the fact but prior to the Big Bang, you and I are Nothing

You must take this fact to heart as a blind faith belief without absolute proof other than logic

Reason suggests that our conclusions are based upon highly probable premises, argued well

That you may have a rational conclusion based upon facts and assumptions, you’ll go to hehl.

Whether in a spirit’s soul form, ethereal, undetectable social something, program’s corrupted

Molecular light of the cosmic and gamma rays perpetuate this myth of being immortally dead

Praying to the long gone ones who came before us who remain gulping air and water, recycler

That seems to be all you can conclude, simply Nothing, I’m drunk in God’s womb, MotherF!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, FREAKZEMBER 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Grounded It to a halt, a little ditty listenin’ to #EverythingAndNothing SPA: Socrates, Plato & Aristotle #NothingnessInYourFuture link @ https://youtu.be/rKPv8zApee0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EveWasMean #MeanWomanBlues #LoveAdam #TruthBeToldByMe @PINK #PINK @KebMo' @KebMo'

4 OUT OF 3 IS A GROOVE OF SCAT *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 1, 2019

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If there is a sign of the Times going around this third rock from a red giant-dwarf ho ho ho

Life is not easy if you give up and give in to the powers that overwhelm y’all and me, eh bro

We’ve gone from crawling to walking to jumping ahead in Time’s Space, secret UFO visits

We are the aliens, we are the Ones who came to inhabit this land of the free, you dipshitz!

As above with the supernatural occult system, so below in our mother natured, sacred bones

208 of them to buy some time while the strategy is reconnoitered and implemented to drones

Volunteer or be drafted into the defense of the motherlands, off to the hoosegow for godsons

While the daughters remain either under man’s thumb or under the dead weight of assassins.

A philosopher wrote once, if you realize that you can think at all, you have proof that you is

It’s nobody’s business other than my own that the zen question is always, ‘To be or not to be?

It’s the only question to which an answer won’t suffice, language’s ambiguity on, gamma rays

Become and fade, random series’ of mental constructs in a coherent diatribe for, End of days.

Fulfillment of the empty, soulless chimeras intent on making believe that you’re dust in wind

Blown on or off course by random movement of action and reaction, First Cause is in motion

Anywhere, anytime there’s a need for either speed or greed, just give me a ring, I will be there

From Bangor to Calexico, we’ve been related to those who built it from a scratched love affair.

I’ve got moments to decipher the turd scat we’ve been given, secret societies of the inhumane

Bugs crawl all over us, pretending to care about the same things, family, friends, all our blood

Indeed, they could care less than the windshield splatters of the innocent on my E street pain

Merciful and formidable force to be reckoned with by the wild eyed, adult kids of purple rain.

Pretty in purple or pink but especially hot Pink Sin that gets the eyes to arrest the attention

For as long as it takes to whip up the essence in the centrifuge, there’s hardly an option now

If and only if we all come to the identical conclusions based on the critical unknown quantum

Geometric progression is an end in itself, the beauty of the curved lines of the ground schtiks.

You and I see what we see y’all and so it goes, day after day, pink or blue DNA of the sheeple

It pays to give a percentage to the flights out of this world, who wants my stats in this world?

Be surprised if I discovered that doom was on the event horizon headed to the south and west

KYPD is not a radio or TV station, find the meaning & join, work your soul until it turns gold.

It’s DNA, us, them in perfect harmony, I’m in sync, doin’ the same damn thing all over again

Got an itch, then my foot got a cramp, woke me up out of a dead sleep, I was so drunk on gin

I mean launched into outerspace outside of this Earth’s atmosphere, into cosmic wavelength

Yeah, you got it, you know what I’m talkin’ about, it’s all been smoked to ashes, I am, before.

Heaven on Earth with some rhythm and blues goin’ in and out of your 208 bones of senses

This is all there is my enemies and friends are all in this lifeboat together, without consent

Freedom, Liberty, Justice are the Trilogy of what you and I will never have for ourselves

Famous Amos cookies can’t be found between planetary space, without the eggs, #GetBent!

Blind men usually don’t talk and deaf and dumb women usually don’t hear a WORD, phuqd

That is the sound of despair for the probability and possibility that you’re NOT a dreamin’ tic

On the black back of the eternal Void, it’s not our fault, we take no responsibility to be sucked

A creator who makes a toy out of Nothing, can do anything, even this abandoned ship schtick.

I’m used to wakin’ up every day since I found out this One rule, that we’re puppets on the air

Everything we say and everything we do from birth to death is recorded on a burnt out dog

Backward from backwoods, can’t spell god but I can spell dog, even pop swap a ‘d’ & a ‘g’ hair

Small, infinitesimal electrons of atoms rule this world, you got it? Consciousness raised now?

There was no Adam, there was no Eve, there was no mortality sins of the flesh against Mama

It’s all a hunk of Vanilla Fudge on a platter for the minions to feast on a giving of thanks to Pa Significance of pyramids’ steepled churches can not be denied, fear of the evil, death android

Can’t stand facts of doom and gloom, we’re lookin’ out from the inside of a black hole, a Void.

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r j j stephan, i

#NeverGetOutTheseBluesAlive by JOHN LEE HOOKER & Van Morrison (Official) on youTube link in a loop @ https://youtu.be/dXNevlS-zlo }

*HEADER IS PIG DNA, IT IS PinkPower of the #CosmicSlop you know as...HERE & NOW!

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheIdesOfDecember #EndMonth2019 @Keb'Mo' #BLUES #BLACKS #PURPLES #RoyalsDisasters

NAKED APE CACHE, LOCOMOTION

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 30, 2019

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Miracles happen every moment of every day of every millennia when angels empty the trash

Diamonds, pearls, silver, gold, paper or doubloons, pirate debt, FAKE apple-knowledge tree

Where men and women mated to make more of themselves, with or without any permission

To give and take the dice as they get rolled up against the wall, dams walls were closed, son

Blind at the bar askin’ for shots and beers to make the spirits jump inside and out a backdoor

I admit it that’s a fact, I am the One who started the play on the stage, no mercy for any more

Flyin’ inside jets, on sleds and ships of fools, oblivious to the meaning of life, an inevitable hit

To die for this, we come and we go without a whimper, like we were never here at all, aw chit!

You can’t remember me, I was gone before you knew it, like a ship in the night’s heavy traffic

Your mama told me she had a baby while I was long gone, I fled a deadzone of silk, holy freak

Apparently creates and then watches the fun and games begin, survival of the selfish minions

Tiny yellow heads lookin’ at you like it’s your problem but it’s all the olden days’ original sins.

Some dead guy and gal, hundreds of years ago, closer to the sun’s microaggression on Space

Makin’ love to make more things that can’t survive outside of the burning-hot, smokin’ glass

Here’s my luck ahead of me just to follow me home without givin’ up a ghost, itchin’ my itch

Broken shell opens the #PINK, revealing the cosmic pungence like salt in the water, I’m Rich.

Either that’s right or it’s wrong but it can neither be alright or gone to hell in a hand’s basket

Full of the scat or the road apples of the two or four legged variety of mouth-breather in debt

What I desire and what I need are one and the same thing, to be free and alone to let it all be

It’s what it appears to be, First Cause’s Movement of some Divine, dead-ended egg, I’m Free!

In my kitchen, in my bedroom, in my bathroom, my home is this 4 bedroom, doomed runes

Four walls, ceilings and floors surround the details, walkin’, talkin’ bags of hobo wishbones

Related or unrelated to the DNA of my mother’s grandfathers’ genes, pollywogs of a frog eye

Debits and credits in the virtual bank of my iPhone, spent as soon as I got paid, bold face lie!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, BLOVEMBER 30TH, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Complete draft with audio of #KebMo’ #ILikeTheOldMeBetter & HITS on CD link @ https://youtu.be/q_lZ1Ti5LPY }