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A TOTAL ZERO, GOT YOUR 6 HERO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 24, 2020

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Who can survive on the planet, third one from the sun or so they’ve TOLD me, it’s bulletproof

Except for the pictures of the core, lava, empty spatial Void everywhere else, it’s candy Truth

What it was and will always be is what it is right now, here in front of our blue-eyed RNA hail

Do not shoot the messenger not because it’s wrong but because the fierceness dies, fittest fail!

Reaching above the clouds into the blue, you automatically go into the deep purple of Voids

Remembering what was and that which will never be, only because you like long, high roads

Killers are heroes and villains depending on the philosophy of the sheeple herds of fake news

Followers of the leaders who jump and freefall off of cliffs with no parachute, wingless blues.

Latchkey kids or strict, religious training from birth to death, in between is what matters, boo

Yeah, it’s you I’m callin’ out ‘boo’ and you know who you are, the ghosty soul within your fool

The one of the many who animated the whirl of the dirt ball with moving mud, to be my germ

Surviving in the virus and bacteria of DNA, pre-schooled, post-secondaried and a PhD worm.

Punctual and punchin’ in early to leave early or later than I might personally choose, a hero

It’s what I’ve got to be when I reached into my soul and found Nothing’s everything in a Ho

Not just three Ho’s but an infinite accumulation of billions and billions of suns, call ‘em stars

Like the One that I am, the One that y’all are, Green Bay to Escondido, Rome to Nome’s bars.

If you don’t laugh you’ll cry, you realize the alcohol of blind faith inherited from a hero fellow

Is nothing more nor less than an educated guess by the whiskey-drunken angels from below

Never could get above it all even after the corpus dialectic reaches the heart and soul, killed air

Never to be on-the-air again because it is what can never be, hero or villain, a goddess’ affair.

Heroes and the minions come along and get along because nobody can survive the spun dirt

Graves await those not obliterated in evolution’s mighty gravitational collapse of the holy flirt

God’s goddesses of hysterical and scared pieces of 208 bones, phenomenal, too good to fight

Survival beyond extinction is all that’s left, sing a song, play it again, y’all have a good night!

A three road choice you’ve got ahead, right way, wrong way or my way, free will to cow clover

Survival is recommended and preferred, extinction to be avoided and allowed to exist in chit

Nowhere else but the cinders of a dirty globe of our life’s blood to go, milk is cheese left over

Look deeply into piles of trials, skulls and bones cast about God’s heroes around you, oh, sh#t!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February 24th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Created in the darkness on the other side while listenin’ to (#MIMI) MariahCarey #Hero in an infinite loop, self-psychin’ my inner Void, link @ https://youtu.be/0IA3ZvCkRkQ }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlackHolySons #BlackHoSun #Gitterdone #Soundgarden #FooFighters #PRINCE #HomerSimpson #MimiCarey

 

A BLACKHOLE GHOST, MY FOO FOO

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, February 23, 2020

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On the far-side of the moons of Pluto, there’s a thought about an idea that’s too close to gods’

Without knowing what’s going on at any given moment in Time and Space, you race hotrods

Just because you thought you were so pretty, you may or may not get the point, now it’s moot

From the crowns of the flowers that rise above the stems and seeds that are givin’ a holy hoot.

It matters very little but one thing’s for certain and for sure, indeed It Is The One, it’s all good

Better and best of bad and ugly squares make the whole world go Lady Gaga Foo Foo, so sad

Rebel Yell electrons around the neutrons and protons of simple atoms, theoretically, my bad

Not for any small reason, I’m going to admit it, it’s shocking but true, I’m dreamin’ ugly, boo.

Not just that I am dreamin’ but that I’m dreamin’ that y’all exist on the plane of a planet

In a New York minute or just a moment before the descent into the Singularity’s Big Blow

Tellin’ you that an angel, devil or alien UFOs are mere DNA mutants from Island Morreau

Mixed up in a hodgepodge of surrealistic pillows that nobody is allowed to sleep ‘til sunset.

Silence in the loud bangs on the gongs when you go deaf and your ears won’t hear the beats

Toes tappin’ to the rhythm of the near side of the far side and every side but the East side

South side like the West Side is nothing like the North Side, where I come from, the streets

Played baseball, softball, hockey, Frisbee, four corners on the dead end, one way easy ride.

Any man on Earth who hasn’t analyzed his personal limitations by the by, hehl, he’s 5 for five

Hard to hit that percentage right on the money, it can be done though, wings up, got your six

Fully optimized with the faith of blindmen with ocular degeneration, sometime to be US alive

A man about town from Illinois said that there were fathers Abe called ours, 87 years of 1776.

A reality of Monsters who want to scare you and your kin into fake battles of war game debts

You and I will owe all alive and dead, unimmaculate conceptions of infancy, Will’s empty sets

Nevermore will liberty be the feeling of inhumane omnipotent omniscience, to be me, at one

Blind boys look up, down, 360 degrees around to see a 20/20 vision, I blackout, my only sun.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 23rd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to #HERO in a loop de loop MariahCarey Mimicareyou link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/0IA3ZvCkRkQ }

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