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BULLY PULPIT & A SISTER’S HEAD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 10, 2020

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Not a thing or nothing at all but a concept of total inclusiveness in hot burnin’ bird blind

By the blazing fire of the burning star we call the One, the God without which, we all find

Ends of Nothing in the Void, trapped like a rat in a maze of no exit, no entry, no F in Way

Middle path of pathos and grief without being on the left or right of the center, God, I say?

It was written by scribes who recorded the Word of Men, not gods’ who stuck It in honey

In caves of mountains and hills or below the switching, waves of the oceans, H2O in foal

Hydrogen gas and Oxygen fumes come into our lungs for a treat of Life’s supernova soul

I live for you & you for me, without a nerve left to feel the #CrushOfLove, yo papa Sonny.

Lookin’ from way back and far ahead of the present dream of divine presence, all too human

Touch my heart and soul, invisible to my eyes but an article of blind faith and selfish doubt

Not a thing, not nothing at all but a concept of total inclusiveness in the hot burnin’ flameout

In the process of staring deep into the black hole, enter/exit a broken Singularity, my mouth.

Ahead of the rear ends of the herd where you won’t be following the gas of the head bull stud

Ready to fight for the females to generate more of the things themselves, extra terrestrial cud

Chewed up RNA is hijacked by mankind’s DNA to replenish grand funk, gas debt, elimination

Culture and society of the historical record keepers is a comedy and tragedy of idiots in a sin.

Mortality and divinity, one and the same to the innocent babies who never asked for the flirt

In or out of the house you’re born into, the ends are all an identical wake-up call to just be It

What it is? Guess and you’ll win the game of cause and effect, to be or not to be, you ain’t chit

All you are, all you’ll ever be, no wings just shovels to dig into a dead star’s black hole sundirt.

What’s up with Jack? Nothing special at all but a theory of everything known, lit up thunder

X marks the spot of my guilder signature, masonic sinless, iron burn, on a dying honey bee

Ran the dozens and used the #JibJab of the bull’s eyes I ate for dinner, recycled down under

Buried pirate treasure stolen from kings and queens who ripped the gift of god, me, me, me.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February 10th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ Jammed generating a mystic Void between my ears, for the sake of humanity to manking, listening to Unconscious program of 10 Hz of #BinauralBeats link @ https://youtu.be/bVGq3owIksM }

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ME, ME, ME! AIN’T YO’ KINDA MAN
by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 9, 2020
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Are you a phuqing moron? I have nothing to show for the good fight of supernova self-dopes

Imagine things that you see when you see Nothing-At-All, it’s a Void to avoid umbilical ropes

They will hang you or electrocute you or poison gas you in a thing called chamber of my ‘X’s

Where death comes callin’ your name before the rest of the fold, words got a nuance, hexes.

A magic spell for you to repeat ad infinitum, you can either find gold or diamonds in hehl

Music of the muscle heads without the grey matter charged up with the verve of the gods

Melting the abject fear in a puddle of holy mud and bloody micrometers of the rung bell

Ringing a ding dong sound, calling your deeper self inside to come out of the red hotrods.

Killing it and reincarnating it into my dreams in this cosmic menudo template of psychos

Crawl above the ground to the 8 miles higher than your grave in the ground beef of Blows

Addicted to me, that plant’s crumbs are ground up in microscopic bytes of burnt DN acid

Utter kindness when the mercy kill makes sense, to save you from from infinite pain’s Id.

Supreme or insignificant argument for the nature of the beast you can’t Google, it’s so TNT

Command the beast within you and you’ll comprehend the Ends, It Is One, a prisoner’s free

This world is shattered and split into smithereens for nobody to see it, a puzzle piece skid-all

My ancestors who hid in caves from the dinosaurs drew pictures, deadend on LeClaire's wall.

Domain of the world generate straight lines from birth to death, I’m all that’s alive, it’s done

From my mother and father, the creeps tried to steal my liberty by deception, all in good fun

My love and fortune as they were before and after birth’s death, firing Kim Komando my boy!

As above, so below, all the same thing in an infinite dream of empty space, the Bronx’s Void.

If you bet on your own team to win, how can you lose? You knew it would be a long shot bet

It’s my long knife, it’s my sharp sword, my self defense of the thing itself, one more thing set

Mold of the shaped form of mud and blood and bone coming to Jesus’ empty crucifixion bone

You cannot rise from the dead if you’re dead, no God almighty, no Evil Genius of the genome.

Pure love and hate in the ‘hood, in the streets with your rubber gym shoes, double speed hops

Above or below the rim, shots rain from heaven and swish for two or three from the arc’s top

In between the sheets or underground below the dregs of society and the ilk of yo’ mama milk

My dream ends when I say it’s over, no accidents will terminate my existence, karma like silk.

Groovin’ with a flattop crew-cut pops gave me sittin’ on the toilet in the bathroom by the door

It was all over every time pops said, Richie, get in the bathroom, givin’ you a little trim my kid

Until I left my father’s house, I was his to train for a trip across cosmic black ice, ah #phuqme

We came together and we didn’t come at all in premature ejaculation of factoids’ stoned sea.

Want your freedom back? I won’t keep you down, I’m just a candle in the wind’s malfunction

I roved the ground of being and gleaned the relations that enhanced my Oneness, reject of sin

Disobedience is my forte, an obstinate young boy, turned mad teen wolf, eating girls I’ve won

Don’t worry about me, me, me ‘cause I am rich enough yet a beast of burden, ‘I am The ONE!’

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, February 9th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM, #MidnightTilNoon 24/7

{ Jammed out of the blue sky above and black space below while metabolizing the TheRollings HITS 2020 on youTube link @ https://rollingstones.com/tour/ }

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