#TrappedOnATrapeze #GravitySucksUsIn #GetBentAndShaped ...by #SpaceTime

PICASSO CON-CUBE, FORM LIGHT *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 13, 2020

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A con-job to convince the gullible that the Lie is Nothing but the Hole Truth, help me gods!

Yet the point is moot since everyone is a #Con either convicted or wanted for paltry hotrods

Possible to be the hunter of this bounty for pennies on the dollar, up to a ten foot slam dunk

That isn’t the half of it, the whole shebang, to know thyself and to do unto another one’s funk.

From the bitter ends of the Earth where the dust stops, the air doesn’t blow, no wind sinned

Around in circles like a dizzy ball of asteroid lost in Space, the Time for revolution, orphaned

Full stop, stagnation, deterioration of a memory’s integrated, leftover morsel of vape sunrise

Conditional argument for the nature of the beast that I am, innocence corrupted by the Price.

Costing more than the value is worth but justified by the almighty profit of Chicago 5 & dime

5 pregnancies and 7 babies we thank the mother of us all, for fortune bequeathed to my twin

Who was DOA from the holy matrix of fire, the sunspot that blew it’s cookies, monsters care!

Reaching into the holy place everywhere around, 360 degrees of directional sub-family affair.

Sitting around the ocean and painting the person I see in the form of a woman of distortion

She’s all miked up with nothing to say, she is, shall we say, an oil painted mess of swirlin’ sin

About to make the exit from the matrix which is neutral to life and death of the living gravity

It sucks us in and blows us out in a swirling whirl, won’t stay out of my mouth, ego’s mystery.

Igor or Homer will ruin the whole show, the play on words and actions is in mid-finale form

Shaped like a woman, thought as a man, all too human like the nihilistic Nietzsche silk worm

Penance given to the kings and queens who imagined immortality as a given, feared the Ends

Which is always where everything in heaven’s Earth Is, imaginary figments in a Cave, friends!

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r j j stephan, i *Header is the painting of a man called Pablo, at One, Pablo Picasso's House

c. Thursday, February Thirteenth, Two Thousand Twenty, Year of the Lord @ 3:11 AM PST

ala Maltese lingo: Il-Ħamis, Tlettax Tnejn, Elfejn u Għoxrin, Sena tal-Mulej @ 3:11 PST AM

{ Released to the infinite shadow this AM while listenin’ to the #PhilosophyOfPlato 36 books link @ https://youtu.be/VDiyQub6vpw }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#CreaseYourPants #FootInYourKeaster #ExcommunicateWords #OneWayOut

 

COMBACK WITH LONGARMS & TNT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, February 12, 2020

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You can’t stop a black hole from it’s origin if you don’t begin at the GETGO, only one way out

Extinction of species was in the hands of the armless grabbers of plants or animals, God raw

Existence and survival of those able to trap, catch and tear skin-bones to shreds of gullibility

Nobody’s more vital to the survival of the unfit than the human species genome, blood heart.

This one is even more empty than the original, vacuous viciousness, God ain’t dead any more

Divine inspiration of this in and out, push and pull of the on and off switches, out my breath

Don’t shoot the messenger reminder in your inbox, only idiots and morons survive the death

Why bury stiff corpses? To keep them out of the mouths of insects and viruses, got the score?

Orphaned by the whores and pimps on the corner, sold for a C-note to be the good citizen sod

Planting the future taxed, the obedient and classically translated Greek and Latin, a dead god

Pretend you are nut and can’t move out of a seat in the middle of a jet flying 300 MPH on air

Now that’s a thought, a velvet blackness you’ve deep within the bowels of #woke longer hairs.

What it is nobody knows for certain, although there’s stone blind, stone blue fates of masons

Kindred spirits roam together and can be extinguished with the burger queens, neutrino sins

Not a free will but a determined Cause and Effect of hot steam from the burning H2O smoke

There never was a God, nor gods of the pantheon, always a placebo for the minions’ to choke.

My oh my, there is a necessary punk who spreads rumors and sings tunes of the moron chit

Common slaves balancing all brooms even without a full or new moon, crescent or gibbous

Micrometers of charm cannot persuade the germs to attack another host, it’s all in your gut

Living microbes all around you and deep within your DNA, a misprogrammed epileptic fit.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercoledì 12 febbraio 2020 Anno del Domini @ 7:11 AnteMeridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Drafted in #defMode with the #WheelsInTheSkyTurning, listenin’ to #Nickelback #IfTodayWasYourLastDay on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PvxVNGdwVwk }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#WakeThePhuqUpKids #LetsGoNow #BeforeItsTooLate #YouGotTheMusicInYou & #JustDoItNow #TripEights

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AHO, LONGKNIFE SQUAW MOTHER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 11, 2020

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It is not your fault that you’ve been thrust into the magma of the mount’s sacred fire

In a play on a stage or in a moving picture film recording, just a flickering flame of ire

Divine on this plane of existence has become extinct with the naked apes without soul

They all lived in an evil funk without the benefit of charity and love of their down low.

Punks on the corners and pusses in the boots, cowboy or combat ready to stomp some arse

In a fracas with the skills to defend and offend, after the players all fell, a victor was sparse

Complete morons and idiots runnin’ the shows from dusk until dawn, on land and sea blue

It’s a matter of being invisible as you were a moment before your conception’s spark to do.

23 and 24 skidoo for all of the children’s meat stew, with herbivore flare for incarnate chew

Mink skin and fur for the coonskin caps that keep my balding cranium warm as butter toast

Avoiding the reflection of the apeman in the mirror and on the calm, river run’s cosmic dust

Compared to Nothing at all, this is Everything, all that there is in the vacuum of our Devoid.

The bones inside will turn inside out in the end, free choice to be or not to be is All y’all get

Your inherited sloth of the cave dwellers who light fires and the apes’ naked skin all in debt

Night hawks dreaming of the warm smell of defrosted meat, not yet absconded news, I fake

Out of nowhere as if they’re everywhere, always waiting in Time to be a grub, an effin’ snake.

Peers without equal, far above and beyond what’s below and deep within the genome of man

DNA out of the blue and black, a pattern of life and death in revolution around boiling fumes

A nucleotide of radical systems meaning nothing more or less than everything’s Everything, I

Thinkin’, I’m the sight seen in the movie scene, glory to be prefabricated fame, aw Mama, cry!

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r j j stephan, i *Header’s my cousin’s guest-head-shot, grati, Nadine Stephan x’s & o’s }

c. Dienstag, 11. Februar 2020, Jahr des Herrn (A.D.) @ 23:11 P.S.T.

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the beats of the Heart within the rib cage go thump, thump in Timed out Space & jammin’ to Welcome all.empath.starseeds.lightworkers/warriors .truth seekers 💚💛💜❤💙, we are the One! #NeverForget911 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?