#ThisIsNotEarth #YouAreOnTitan #GodIsDogSpelledBackward #Flygirls @J-Lo

COSMIC COMEDY OF A SPACE ACE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 6, 2020

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If the equations and writing of the printed Word is not on the wall, then nothing is everything

Then in that case, everything is not everything, as I always assumed was the holy Truth king

Whether you or I or anyone else likes it or not, the facts of life are what they are, a horror tale

One that doesn’t end at Death’s rotting 208 bones, logarithms of body and soul, windy sail.

Remote observation in an armed drone provides the beings above and below with empty Void

I of the ego and the id that masquerades as the thing that matters in the Cosmic menudo boy

No error in the DNA code because what is perfect cannot mutate without Will of a holy Hole

Utter vacuum inside the head of the mind of the supreme oneness, without you, without soul.

Communicate the connection to the Void to the many who take leaps of faith and hope to god

One more day of breathing the gas, unpolluted, undiluted essence of a revolutionary wobble

In an elliptical, electron-like pathway around a single atom, the sun, the star is man’s Zeus

Compared to the alternative, the dream you’re in is better than the dream without the zoos.

Cream of the crop has risen to the top where it evaporates and is ionosphere’s purple rain ho

From tips of volcano mountain tops to the core of It’s potato shape, seven leagues’ undertow

Earth thing itself, complex stuff naturally selected, star evolved, a United States Space Force

Main data of intelligent extinction, primordial agar fun in a petri dish of plasma’s AIDS virus.

Puff up your gas balls to keep the treasure from disappearing into thin air, a golden lead ball

Inner-outer space, plasma seen and invisible to naked skin, magnetic pole, black hole squall

Escaping the magnetic field that attracts the wings of the birds who fly high, that’s it, they die

Coronal mass ejection is the source of Life on Earth, not the Force of Star Wars or lonely RA!

If and only if I’m right about the historical record being the Truth, then Life is a random gift

Nothing planned by mothers or fathers, anonymous, recombinant DNA acid of a cosmic rift

Dreaming in a dream then waking up in the dream before its end, eyes open, #Woke awake

Blinded by light, deafened by the high and low decibel arpeggio notes, radiowaves of the fake.

It is a tragedy if you’ve run the gamut from birth to death and not realized that life’s my scars

Just a scheme you and I accepted to stay free of being in prison, in jail, behind animals’ bars

Better to go drinkin’ inside the bars that you can somehow get home from, cut high and tight

Melody on cloud 9, 10:4, in my homer slide, a divine comedy of volunteers, we #Woke, g’nite!

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while #Skeert in a vortex of invisible particles swept up into the Black Hole which is everything, #EverythingIsEverything Donny Hathaway says it like this & that’s the way it is, it’s like that! https://youtu.be/l3p4DFnBpkM }

* Picture on the wall for the header is a #FamousDonutShop in Sacramento I went to yesterday for a cup of #BlackDeath cafe-con-leche & a chocolate donut with bloody coconut on top! Donut Madness http://www.donutmadness.com/ #ScaredMeToDeath so, I bought coffee & a donut before there was #Blood! ROTFLMAO Now, #GitSome }

#WhoKnows #Nobody or #Somebody #NotMe #NotYou #ButWho #GypsyManKnows #ButWhyYawl #SoulKitchen @CurtisMayfield

DAZED, CONCEIVED, MA, SKOAL, UBIQUITOUS *

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richard joseph stephan, i

Sunday, January 5th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

That is all there is to it, I’m merely a messenger, a gypsy man who has allegiance to the None

Like a Robin Hood of the tales in Sherwood Forest, I search the golden foothills full of foo fun

A brisk education from the ABC’s and the Trigonometric functions of the Algebraic equations

Of the miserable men and the mighty mice in the ground, in holes in the ground, mortal sins.

Just because you think you’re so pretty and available or not to a general or specific unknown

Allowing your private eyes to be exposed to Elements-at-Large, at random, no savvy i-phone?

Amazing part of the geometric progression of the chords and arpeggios is that it’s your doom

In a million or in a duo or trio or quartet, prism of light, lead by a beatin’ pounder of a drum.

From the mirage inherited from the ones who left writing in emerald and diamond o-rings

Recollection of the gypsies who gave life to the meaning of moving away from the wastings

Where the angels fear to go, the recycled food of the human, buried underground, artwork

Petrified origin of the Way, a recycling detergent of the red dwarf or black hole event jerk.

Traveled in an orbit of unknown origin to occultish destinations, in circles, infinitude of puns

Took the heart and soul given by my mother and father, trained by the popes, priests & nuns

Mighty, mighty #Spade & #Whitey First Move, First Cause It into oblivion, a crosscut sawing

DNA in the constant result of being at One with being the Many, a gift of God, Gods’ gifting.

If you don’t mind enlightenment while being down on your knees, eyes lookin’ underground

Here and now is your chance to go a step or two beyond your Twilight Zone’s goal post end

Punks and presidents, all their followers in the gangs and thugs of political demoncrat scree

All calling like the cats on the fence at night, wanting to express the need to bite & lash kitty.

On every single planet in this solar system, nothing is known, stardirt knows an Earth existed

Neither now nor before a Big Bang was there ever any enlightened Oneness, no holy god dead

In the middle of Zero, abstracting from fleeting feelings of being One, all alone state, my fate

‘Wearin’ short skirts is OK with a long sweater!’, amazing, all too human, surrealistic weight.

Regarding the nature of being in the wake, in the shadow of the known, deep in the unknown

Where angels fear to go because there is no light to see, nothing but a fully silent, jovial clown

Smiling to hide the superiority of being in the know of final blows, what Life means to us all

High priests to bums and hobos ridin’ off of the normal rails of perspicacity, wisdom, skoal!

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 5th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted out The Void listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #GypsyMan in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/DTj1LpG2SM0 & #ForYourEyesOnly link to ‘medicate’ upon: #perspicacity @ https://youtu.be/31f78egHWfg #Wait #What? }

* Header of this piece is of and by #StonehengeTheShrineOfDruids

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SearchForANewWorld #EyesGotYerDahij #One #NeverTwo #HolyTrinityFree #Dead #GratefulDead #ZEN

‘COME TAKE ‘EM,’ FAKED A CREED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 4, 2020

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If and only if the best any human being can hope for is to live happy and free, no morte death

In some cases it is believed that every homo sapiens skull and bones runs out of putrid breath

To be or not to be is the same as being everything and nothing at all, a starburst tattoo scar

Without the radiation, without the energy for any species in the galaxies both near and afar.

Tattoo upon your skin and eyeballs, as if it means more than nothing at all, all in a dream

It is what it is, the story is in blue, green and red ink for the world to sublimate a scheme

Just because you thought you were so pretty and so smart and that everyone else was not

Nothing personal, just the facts of life, as my pappy used to say, there Mary, Great Scott!

Common ground where every human and other species walk, swim, fly or crawl, here

Now and that’s the way it is, the way it’s always been and the way it will always be, eh

Time will stop at the Ends where all temporal things made of clay, fire and cold beer

Our grandfathers’ sons, our fathers who may or may not be in heaven, it’d be weird!

To succeed at survival, the most fit killers of other men in battles for dominance, all win

Ala ad infinitum, you conceive you can go around and around in circles, it’s just a real sin!

That doesn’t mean that you can, you and nothing at all is Infinite, a concept of what awes

A thing itself which has no dependence on any previous Cause, on the hunt for First Cause.

Don’t take anybody’s word for the Truth, a humble position is a deduced, pseudo-conundrum

From premises assumed to have a preponderance of veracity to false assumption red-rum

Assumptions which lead to a sober mental state, inept and incapable of fallacious induction

X marks some spots but other spots have nothing, light and space and time don’t function.

Your mama and papa knew nothing about this, they held nothing back, Space and Time fly

From the babies who enter the world of Life and Death, while innocent of the reason but why

Ace ego to participate in the hysterical, civilized psyches’ societal parameters I love it, Fun

Above and below #FakeNews, YOU know { }, Superego core of Earth and center of the Sun!

Out of my cold, dead hands I said and it’ll be what it’ll be, a black hole to a singularity scree

What happened to the gold of the gods and what happened to the Director, gods of Sugaree

Event Horizons cannot be experienced without telemetry and rocketry, now LIVE on the fly

Network of the known meeting the ignorance and naive quality of the unknown, presence, I.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi 4 janvier 2020 après JC à 11 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique

{ drafted while watchin’ #TheSearchForANewWorld on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/26A3XM7-W9o & wavering to the OM chant to move ALL NEGATIVE BLOCKS, ZEUS, ALA ZA ZEN link @ https://youtu.be/8sYK7lm3UKg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?