#HashtagYoMama #TheShallows #HereWeGoAgain #MrsJonesThing #LetItGoNow

ALL ABOUT IT, INDEED, SHALLOW

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 6, 2019

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A moment or two following the final gasp of nitro-oxy-hydro, the nagging Ma deserted me

She was rough but she was always ready to grab my hand, my arm or even my hair to drag

From point A to point B and wherever else she could go on a bus to nowhere, on the street

Backstreets were on the dark side of town, fine for the evening between dusk & first dawn.

Here’s what you don’t know, that everybody is a baby grown to be scared, fear unknown chit

Things without names, amorphous beings between the stratosphere and the lunarsphere up

On down to the ground of ‘mindful’ being without atoms of material bodies, nothing in a cup

What is the matter? Nothing. I’ve said it Time and time again ad infinitum, didn’t stutter it.

Blended in as mother and father did from a holy matrix, test tube of microscopic germ anima

Open door to an open mine of golden rocks, silver gems of the Big Bang’s leftover bull’s scata

Perfect harmony with bells, harps and horns, rang, twang and blown to #fake kingdom come

Eyes all wide open or blinded by the ultraviolet and infrared light, insight is out of sight, um.

You nor I can take any of this with us on the way from life to death, we will all hide the stench

Of deteriorating meat on 208 bones, not eaten by carnivorous cannibals, at six feet no wrench

Stunk to high heaven between Earth and Mars, an asteroid belt sucks it in like cotton candy

Wasted nights and days of the historical humanity we inherited, just sugar for the gods’ tea.

In recovery from being an addicted hairaholic, I require every gasp I can steal from holy hell

This cannot be all there is right? My father is flippin’ in his casket right now, angel winged pa

Mothers’ all smilin’ because the messenger’s the same as the message, son of god cannot spell

She’s the One I’ve copied DNA from and can never get back to copy, She hosted me, OMGaGa!

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r j j stephan, i

c. 03h33 PST le 6 décembre 2019 Anno Domini

{ Drafted near an open window in my bunker below the Mason-Dixon line, as above it, so below it, listenin’ to the shows before the matrix’ link @ https://youtu.be/WI3F9RKSAQY }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ImYoPusherman #MoveOnUpToYourDestination #BackToTheWorld #LiveAtMontreaux

GAMMA-RAY RED, CAUSED DUSTY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 5, 2019

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Singularity’s warping stream of exploding hydrogen, event horizon’s point of no return above

Perennial ignorance due to a fatal flaw of DNA, no mechanism provided to detect a fake glove

That covers the hand & fingers of the One, spun a radical #GrandTackHypothesis’ perfect fit

No defense for the decaying of space dust, a most startling revelation, retrograded, spin of It.

Gas giants grow like an ovum grows, from a microscopic explosion, special relativity collapse

Synchronized orbits achieve resonance in the fabric of Space, evolving through Ego’s Id face

Interdimensional oscillation of the pendulums out of phase with simple majority who rule It

All in perfect synchronization eventually, as the moments move from now to infinity’s seat.

You and I’ve been lucky for many moons, we’ve gotten away with proverbial murder-mayhem

Evidence of guilt, collected and disintegrated into elementary ash, it’s what we are, moonmen

Saga of the origin of species we are rockin’ the previous, now extinct DNA soul, a cosmic slob

#51Pegasis and stars 3,700 exoplanets, #JupiterClass #HotJupiters of your mothers’, #Man.

Plutonic catastrophe, Uranus and Neptune caused/obscured by a #LateHeavyBombardments

But it’s all a mental construct of the chosen few who worry about nothing they’ll experience

Future Fate holds it All, cosmic slop of the unknown today, apocalyptic epic nudged to bone

Less than one hundred years away from the drastic change that leaves an etched headstone.

There’s no substitute for red or blue, what these colors represent is the wavelengths of God

The light from the star burning nearest to us that we call the Sun, that is our God, that’s All

Without it’s constant, controlled burn, we’re not only dead to Twitter but also Facebook too

Our consciousness can neither be created nor destroyed, it’s a tweeted immortal part of you.

Cooling and expanding until the absence of heat reaches the 10 trillion trillion, yato watts hot

What watt you say? A mystery like a cricket’s chirp you can hear but can’t see, it’s alive, robot

Insects really do not exist on their own, they’re all in the eyes and mind of beholders’ full cup

Asleep in a somnambulistic event of galactic proportions, One cell, a word, wake the fuck up!

Colder in the center of the Milky Way than in my uncovered bed near the open wide window

Supernova won’t even help, it’s much colder than zero, contracted yottawatts to scale, galaxia

Einstein and Sagan might disagree but the Quasar seems to be the only hope for a deep blow

Collapsing to the foundation where gravity implodes Supernova, a UV, infrared #WaveOfGa.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, FREEZEMBER 5th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST

{ My family, brothers, sisters, police and their backers dedication to all y’all, drafted listenin’ to Dave Brubeck #GreatestHits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vmDDOFXSgAs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TakeTen I need to at least #TakeFive #DarkEnergy #DarkerThanBlue #TRIGGERED

THIS IS INNER LIGHT OF THE DAZE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 5, 2019

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It may be a SAVAGE SQUAD or just #TheSquad of women who don’t know men pushed ‘em

Right off of the cliff they were standing on, at the precipice of the feeling of getting in charge

Of the people, by the people and for the people, as the forefathers NEVER intended for reals

Foolish hearts believed the ‘drivel’, hook, line and sinker, meeting final #Ends of Navy seals!

Now, then YOU personally will have an AHA moment, as if y’all ‘re a Bullwinkle know-it-alls

Know it all and nothing escapes YOUR arrested attention upon the nature of humanity’s race

Phase, conscious minds, homo sapiens brain functions, split in two-One, fate of hot, star balls

Just to be round, spherical, all encompassing empty thing itself, yet full of It, it’s Thor’s face.

This feature of the creatures who exist at the mercy of a gravitational collapsed rubber bubble

Infinite compression and impossible effects of the First Cause, the Unmoved Mover, invisible

Like the last cat to walk the mean streets on all fours and the man who stabilized chaos of god

Calm now in soul travel flight, struggled and spunout chaos & order #Again, a God’s ‘51 Ford.

Disaster ahead and total memory recollection deletion are in the future of Earth dirt denizens

Acid and alkaline move your grooves of comprehension of the nature of Time, here & at One

In outer or inner space, the difference is You, your imaginary feeling of being more than bone

Microscopic invisibility to nefarious planetary #GreenHouse effects, Facts? Extinction, son!

Givin’ it the best shot you have to offer, survive random violence of black hole, holy nonsense

Human behavior mocks natural disasters which are caused by raw, #Superman power of Ga

Whether you desire or need the facts of these matters has no effect on the inevitable, the ends

It’s The End of the game, naturally I’m a monster black hole of living rock, frozen grave of Ra.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, FREEZEMBER 5TH, 2019 A.D.

{ At one and the same time, under #GammaRay triggers, above and below here! Drafted while being enlightened by the #Words in the following #GutPUNCH on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/IpxkcgDXwdk & listenin’ to #HadToCryToday & HITS by Blindfaith #BlindFaith link @ https://youtu.be/Z4Yo_VbGdMg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?