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...some of my folks from 1957 or so...my godfather Antonio Alfano marriage to my Aunt Betty!!

 

LONGTIME NOSEE, UKRAINE CANE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 31, 2019

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Well, it’s time for another short flight to look for my daily carrion, #Everybird’s in the city

I’ve got a family to feed, they’re growing hungry and want to escape the nest, fly the coup

Where the good and the bad never come but always in wait of the innocent city without pity

I swoop and snag, whatever is moving, running, walking, crawling, swimming, I will poop!

Just a flying transformer of life’s matter and form into the shredded cells of Earth soil of me

Coming or going underground or into outer atmospheres below Voidness, Nothing’s all done

Uphill & downhill from the ground of inheritance, DNA accidental bash of my Will to Power

God is every animated or inanimate object with acid of the stars trippin’ here, Adam at One.

Your fate is my own, being creative about the answers given to the youngsters is beyond Good

Truth is the reality of life and death, we’ll come and go without a concert, on morgue slab-ice

Eyes wide open with apparent emotional distress at seeing the Truth, a frightening incipience

Wisdom of Nature, of mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends, enemies, God is good Food.

Of the eagle’s carrion, the skulls and bones of society is no secret, you’ve magic spell’s 1 Word

On the trip of your life, thank you to the powers who raised you from a seed to this Eagle bird

Nothing eats me because the taste of my meat is disturbingly inedible, even the hungry gag it

Everything is everything, that is Truth nobody will deny, mortal beings eat up immortal chit.

Wicked, in the throes of last days of mortal Life, kicking, screaming for a shortcut out of love

The skin and bones you’re in, your soul, your invisible spirit nobody ever sees with their teats

Get the yo ho ho and the bottle of 151 rum gettin’ down the dry throat, I require asses in seats

Down below here, tripped over a curb, a maroon in heavy traffic, “I” am all of the dead above!

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r j j stephan, i *

c. FREEZEMBER 31st, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Inhaled #WORD before the morning light so you could choke on them when the solar heat hits us after a 93 million mile trip out of nowhere & listening to the #MightyOjays The OJays Guest House #ShipAhoy & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9-LuNJXFGTU }

*HAPPY NEW YEAR 2020

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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

by

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.?