#StretchEsther #DiveOrGetOffTheBoard #NuclearPulsesToMars #WhereIsMinervaNowEuropa

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FATE OF NEON MOONS, STAR BONE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 30, 2019

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Impressions of the First Cause of the miraculous we search for, to erupt lava outta my Time

Because the Space is really What It Is, that is the entire nut inside the shell, a good dam slime

Without It, the crush of Love and Hate would not have a historical record, night of a godseye

Nowhere Ego to go ‘cept ‘round in infinite circles of square-triangles, a hexagram ID display.

Watch the sun dial up the shadow movement of Infinity, how much gold’s supernovaed lead?

From the Big Bang you’ve never seen nor heard the sound, just the words of flies on the walls

In the light it is so bright that the cones and rods of the eyeballs of mankind murdered, dead

Eerily inside your head now, as it’s always been ‘cept now, awakened to be, humanity’s bawls.

Mama used to ask me who died and left me the boss. I always responded with silence in kind

I could not tell my mother that her will to conceive a baby got me here in H2O, a goddess sea

As a god’s son, I am the man who inherited the will and hearts of my ancestors who lost mind

Of mice and men, blind faith believers, MA Earth breathers, I am a UFO’s fallacious fantasy.

It is the substance of the First Cause that needs to be identified to assign blame to the fiasco

This struggle for survival between competing DNA bags of edible meat and bones’ anthropo

I and we all come together crossing the line from One to Many and reverse engineer all of me

Toe to halo above the 1200 cc’s more than grey matter with a fundamental flaw, a honeybee!

Signals of hands and the facial musculature have an evolutionary power to be at War & Peace

If the territory is occupied, it needs to be reoccupied by DNA bags who Will to Be, the Ceased

They cannot succeed yet they attempt doomed journeys, unmoved mover full of the Goldcum

Nothing and nobody left over after the Singularity returns to its pristine condition, a vacuum!

I am an unmanned mission which will not fail, traveling without the 208 bones of my fathers

Mama Earth was so kind to allow my immersion in the mud, blood and the beer of mothers

It meant that everything was everything and nothing is and will be nothing, a God’s anomaly

Spaced deep purple, just a #Rippled #BlueMoon doowop, a Rosetta-stoned, great dead sea!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, FREEZEMBER 30TH, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Brooks & Dunn #NeonMoon & #hits @ https://youtu.be/Ptq6zdNT_20 & the #FutureOfSpaceTravel @ https://youtu.be/Tomiamd1cu8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhiteColoredBlackCells #DimmerDummerAndSuperstar @MarilynMonroe #NormaJean

PRINCES’ MYRIAD OF PRINCIPLES

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, December 29, 2019

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Eagle’s freedom of flight, in midtown’s temple of doom, blackstar princess shine cruise ship

Ashes to the ashes of dust in the east and southern winds, blown cover takin’ its U turn flip

Miniature giants makin’ believe that they’re the savior of the ignorant humans of gold dust

All there is, everything is everything and there’s nothing left to access, no more wanderlust.

Now and then you’ve got to stop, look and listen for the symbolic gesture of Revelation spit

Pertinent and impertinent punks and miscreants foolin’ around with the hot stripper outfit

Cowgirls and mothers of the invented children of the K-12, scrambled brains in holy omelets

For the giant muscle eating dragons, lookin’ for the easy kill, the ho-trusting faithful starlets

Marks of the places in space where significant times occurred for the sake of the Many, One

All for One and One for all, like a third musketeer cheer, meeska mooska my old honeybee

Like a viral video in a shitztorm, a man will survive the magic of the spells, unconditional fun

What is not never was and will never be, what is the case? There is no case, this just in...me.

Mad mothers and hatters have the identical MOs, nutty yet the most essential cog in a Thing

I ching and yin/yang for the moment or the Big miracle that is being alive on Earth’s starring

Nova, supernova, singularity’s event horizon, approaching the black hole of Mother’s Void

Again, ad infinitum, all the cherries in the orchard are picked, the trees are asleep, z’s sawed.

Two or three princes and paupers, lead the way down the garden’s middle path to the apples

Fruit of the trees and the loom, pushed the skies to the limit, an LSD chorus of sky is falling

It may be but you’ll never know for certain, if it is, just be crushed by the mass’ quid pro quo

When it’s time to go, your time’s up, call time out and then time in, ask me, what time is it?

Maybe it’s 4:30 AM more or less, thee might be byte or two of bread and butter, which I hate

Butter coagulated cow’s teat milk, where yogurt, cottage cheese and ricotta, come before fates

Always was going to be the way it is and more or less the way of Ends, before spin doctor mon

Full-on fire and ice, made then slowed down the roll, the bass is rockin’ the fish in the pond.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ Jammed to #TwoPrinces SPINdoctors 24/7 Laundromat on a loop link @ https://youtu.be/j6XmNoauuOo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NaughtyWitchesOfTheWestOnly #MadeItThisFarByShakinHands #ROCK @Everlast #Angel #MyVeryBestSuperFriends #LoveHasEverythingToDoWithIT #BoogieWoogieGirl

GHETTO BANG ME, RUSTY BLADES*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 29, 2019

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Always with a bang gang in the #Chi ghetto, time came to join my Air Force, loved that Time

In this space of 50 years, I’ve seen more than a man deserves to see in One’s lifetime, Space it

Out and in the outerspace doors of the ghetto and the mansions of my grandfathers’ mothers

Called them out loud in prayer but ain’t no answer, 3rd rock haul’s a Rock Kid, cash P-diddly.

Now and then you gotta move it out and rock on even though it’s safe and sound in your hole

Where the darkness and light are controlled by me, myself and I, all of us in tune for a ghetto

Comin’ over the avenues and boulevards until the suburbs of the trash heap is found deeper

Than the bottom of the furthest league under the sea, down by the core of our origin, a Ball!

Yes, the core is a ball, irregular, potato like, sure enough, and covered by hydrogen/oxygen It

That’s the name we’ve decided fits the thing itself, where we originate and dissolve in the spit

Future, presence in the Past, the ghetto of yours and ours, not mine though, I’m in low-highs

Above the clouds where there’s no blue, no sight unseen, just me, myself and I, purple skies!

One more thing before the final Word, exit strategy plans are best left untold to a po’ li’l ego

Given po’ mother’s who raised us here, deep respect for passin’ us, dark womb to Hellz below

Sho’ nuff now, you are completely out of synch with your intellect and confidence, empty Id

For nobody’s SuperEgo do we fly except the one we own, we know the Essence, Essene Kid!

A slice of life out of the watermelon pie we’ve inherited from the egg to the corpse, so slap me

That’d be an admission of understanding and unfortunate agreement with the boy’s FU scree

Gutter at the top of your mansion’s roof or the space between the streets and the sidewalks, I

That is All, just I, who listened to the Word, all of the words said, told, meant to Be, a gadfly!

It is what it is, you cannot disagree if you’re a philosopher or just nun in a convent of sisters

Brothers and fathers, the idiots hittin’ homeruns out of the park, drinkin’ whiskey and beers

A Glass Bead game of prayers into the Void of Space, where angels fear to go, in a grand slam

Deeper than whole blackness outside the Earth’s atmosphere, supernova in Space, oh, I Am.

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r j j stephan, i *Dedicated to the brothers & sisters who know who they are, #Yall! Boom!

c. Dimanche, FREEZEMBER 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ #DoNotBlink in the #Darkness, oneness with everything because as everyone knows, in the Ghetto, #EverythingIsEverything #ShoNuffYall link @ https://youtu.be/OqZ2JBVXgpA }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?