#HyperHeaven #SubatomicHellFire

WE’RE LAZY IN CONQUERED SPACE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 7, 2020

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Of the rats who crawl and humans who burrow in the caves deep traps of holy burial mounds

Pyramids and headstones commemorating a life that nobody remembers, release the hounds

WTF are you lookin’ at? It’s just a regular thing, mine and yours, all of us just all too human

Effects follow causes of the free will to act and move to the rhythm, pound a back beat, man!

From south to the north poles, around the circumference of Earth’s burnt stardust, we rollin’

On the way to the grave of others who came died alive, a Martian pulsar full of air for ballin’

Performance mismatched millions of bucks in a cache of commercial endorsement rhymes

Showtime for the minions to see what’s possible and the improbability of seeing Good times.

South or north of borders of natural division, rivers and lakes demarcate dead zones to Light

Intellectuals and punks who learned nothing from ancestors, consume a blind man’s insight

Miracles happen just because they can, if you don’t believe it can happen, it will not, dead air

All in for the war’s duration, pass the ammo please, small or long arms to steal, I don’t care.

It goes the way it’s always gone, beginning to the ending, it’s the same old story, different day

Mention the facts of life, forget about it, hat fun facts sacred, fever pitches, homeruns of Ruth

Happy that you’re in a club of more than two and awaiting a Word to stop the madness’ fray

Magic spells and incantations give hope to the hopeless, it’s false but better than the Truth.

On being a man not a dog who rolls over to get attention from the master, pray hard for It

Words so heavy in light syrup that you cannot avoid the intensity of being without the gods

Evil is Live spelled backward either for a reason or not, random sounds just happened, chit

Now and later just like before, you came and conquered the matter, materialistic hot rods.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, February 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 911 am/pm

{ drafted listenin’ to #BlackJesus by Everlast in perpetuity, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/dVeLYAgiJxg }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#DrinkUntilYouCantDrinkAnymore #UMMAGUMMA1&2 @Sysyphus

THE STRUGGLE, DEADMAN’S HAND

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 6, 2020

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Dysfunctional all we have, all there is, everything’s the passing of aces & eights, gettin’ stiff

That is what it’s all about, that and a blues guitar strapped shoulder to hip, axing a neck riff

That will lay the chords down and the rhythm and beats of the heartbeat like about 240BPM

I didn’t know the thing itself was an arpeggio on the block, dreamin’ on dead end street scum.

What it all comes down to is that the form of the play we’re starring in will have a last finale

Some punks lift up their fists as if that means that they have power, clearly 2 aces never fail

It’s all over when the Jacks are trips, full house aces under one eyed Jack’s diamond signs

Whatever dominates dead men’s hands is engulfed in the One, Nothing itself, itself a thing.

Indescribable and with no adjectives to modify the pronoun, It is the whole shebang, Zeus

Greeks, Romans, Europeans, Russians, English, Latinos, Orientals and tempting of a Muse

Who got me here and there in symbiotic osmosis from zygote to corpse, DNA’s magical riff

Acid of ancestors and survivors of #TheStruggle of angels, risen and fallen off heaven’s cliff.

Bring it into the fold just like you wanted to, intention causing manifestations of a dream blur

Sovereign kingdoms and fiefdoms pretending Life is different now that the King’s cape is silk

Queen is a maroon head case, full of the pretensions of vagrant, homeless bums, crooked ilk

Someday, it will be to be or not to be, it will be finished, holier than thou, Plato’s myth of Ur.

Pontious Pilate or Pocahontas provides #TheSystem Ups & Downs of uncivilized revolutions

Men and women want to live free but cannot when they eat prey of their own, it’s hunter sins

Wartime battles of bloody water and dirt, flowing underground ways to magic, warrior fates

Too young to resist bully bellies, backs, faces, legs and lips, #Deadmen tattooed it, aces & 8’s.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, February 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #BlackJesus by Everlast on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dVeLYAgiJxg }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#BadHairDayBaldGuy #GoogleBaldDudes #UmNope #WhoLovesYaBaby

YOU AIN’T NORMAL ANIMALS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 6, 2020

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It is already gone as if it never, ever was in the first place, there is no choice except to be an It

This here and that there are all that there is in a solar system tailored to be like an epileptic fit

Your deities and mine all meet in the middle of nowhere where nothing exists anywhere at all

My subatomic charm and love will be the ends of original sins, the omega of an urban sprawl.

You will never like what will cause your own personal extinction, you’ll see Nothing in a ball

I got an insignificant amount of the scents of the human women on Earth, it causes a big fall

From the paradise in the middle of nowhere, on a planet’s Terra ferma, end of a god’s mother

Pulling and pushing the gravitational collapse into Reality, as we know it, First Cause’s #grrr.

Breathe deeply in a vacuum of oxygen and nitrogen deficiency, ready to supernova the H2O

Crust, dirt, rock, mud, silt, pebbles, rocks, boulders and the entire waterlines gone, it’s blown

To smithereens and the Singularity that cannot be imagined or theorized, drop out of college

Before it’s too late, you either will be a professor or a person who read Dostoevsky's #TheIdiot.

Freaks in and out of the government and private corporations, #Loonytunes love of the ‘toon

Come home soon wherever that is in the darkness’ menudo of #Triggers in this black lagoon

Not that it’s you or anyone you know but a goon is one and the same, all a back-wood kindle

They don’t like change ‘cause they believe they know it all, like a fabled moose, a Bullwinkle.

It’s time to analyze the two concepts of nature and humanity, All Is, sanctimoniously singular

Who you are other than a lump of redskin bones, haters of mortality’s 8 mile high mortal Sin

To be or not to be was always the only question either before Francis Bacon or after Einstein

Whatever you will know the day you die is all there is now, tombstones sink, go down, not up.

Here’s the golden apple dropped from the tree of knowledge, now it is done, it’s fake essence

Of the cavemen and the magicians who put the spells on the herds & tribes of homo sapience

You will forget about everything the moment your last blink sees that black light is consistent

Epileptic brain’s dysfunction in microcosmic spasm, my 208 mortal bones death calls, #Shit!

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r j j stephan, i #HedgeFundZero

c. Jeudi, February 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the mighty The Armstrong and Getty Experience on Talk 650 KSTE Friends Who Like #ArmstrongandGetty @ArmstrongandGetty.com http://armstrongandgetty.com/ Agradiocomunidad}

 #MyHeroesAG

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W.W.A.R.D.?