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PHILOSOPHER STONE HOLDUP, RA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, March 24, 2020

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Well, finally got a chance to use my degree in a bachelor of arts in a sentence of philosophies

Nothing in particular other than the very first a priori argument I ever effaced, which I seized

Utter strangulation of the thing itself, a Oneness that probably exploded into our bags of food

Not because of meanness or revolution or retribution or punishment but for a bad, real Good.

Think about this, clear mind toward justice and a foundation upon the Truth, gents & ladies

If you were going to die someday before any virus came out of the Void’s outer space Hades

Breaking gaping holes in the atmosphere is like shooting rockets out of a nucleus’ sacred cell

Punching Space with a sacred incense aroma/odor Godzilla: King of the Monsters’ ah, #Hell.

Let us pray not to the inside of your eyelids but to the sun above that heats what’s left of me

In the movies, on the stages, in your paid off homes, rented flats and bungalows, take a knee

Like you’re on the football field of a hundred yards (years) and your ages young as veal chops

To advise you of Wisdom in the KNOWLEDGE left on the stoned, cold-fired up clay Cheops.

Silver lined clouds, golden rocks buried beneath, pyramids, mountains and rivers, It Is alive

Talkin’ about this ball of rollin’ stones I keep putting deeper down into my soul, in a beehive

Where no other worker bees or queens are all gone away to laugh at Larry, Curly and ol’ Moe

I’m the keeper of the meat on the ghost’s bones, where evil, nasty men and women fear to go.

Time in this Space to awaken the dreamin’ youngster over a billion years old, all alone again

Without and with everything on Earth, on the moon and in our solar system, our star’s gin

I found that the empty lining is the philosopher’s stone in my empty pocket, dust and change

From Chattanooga to Chicago, NYC to San Diego up to Portland-Seattle, my domain’s range.

Peek above and over the top of the poles, the same space is empty and there ain’t nothing else

Over the top, probably but in the search for the philosopher’s stone, you had to absorb Celtics

Lore for your reminder that you came from somewhere else other than Earth, inside the Sun

I need the hard rocks of God’s heat of Ra, a Ma & Pa of our own holy kin, we’re the Gold One.

I walk alone without you and you do the same once you gasp that last breath, you’ll be fine

Streets and roads all covered up with the H2O that we all know, it’s flooded and all good now

Water has killed the evil bacteria and the man-made viral infections of skin and bones of Ra

Gods of the Greco-Roman are not happy and neither are Yahweh, Krishna nor mighty Zeus.

Recovery from the inebriation during the entry to the narrow Way, eat viral porridge of a bat

Drunken stupor started my life at nineteen, searched for a home day and night, high and low

Couldn’t find it ‘til right before I started writing about this silver lining I found, here and now

Tally ho, let’s go from Alpha to Omega, GOT STONED, I’m on to It, I don’t know, #HolyShat!

Extinction is nothing but a word until the thing that it stands for exhibits itself, here and now

Once it’s on the way to the end, it’s like going over the cliff, no turning back from hehl below

Search moves from the pinnacle to the receptacle in a Black Hole after the Super Nova blows

I know it’s a bummer, you elder hippies and younger yuppies preceded the millennial flows.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, March 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to VanMorrison’s #PhilosophersStone in an finite loop, lyrics are important, melody is important, the voice is #Key link @ https://youtu.be/PghOffQ-BrI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Trippin #PickItUp #ApologiesToAllOfTheSinghers #TheTwins #DebNDave #Soulman

IODINE & KRYPTONITE, SINGH IT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 23, 2020

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There is no reason to believe the incredible story of my all too human sagas of cyber alchemy

For the love of the money or the love of being alone by yourself without a chum or archenemy

On time in the corner of Space set aside for the punishment for disobedient, laughin’ spades

And they laugh at you behind your back, havin’ fun with your learning tricks of the trades.

Sports games, weddings, wakes and funerals aren’t happening, nobody dies if nobody plays

So polite with the please and thank you as if it means someone will favor your future behests

Primitive as atoms bouncing around without a plethora of electrons in orbit, a neutron fuss

In the era of writing and singing words to the masses via electronic media, UFO’s gifts to us.

Balls of fire, balls of air, balls of water, sacks of stardust/earth dirt, a swelling mass’ of eyes

Nothing inside nor outside of the thing, a shaky, jiggling, solid liquid ready to metabolize

A byte or two of melodies, notes played on the keys of metal and ivory, lovin’ that rear view

Strummin’ and beatin’ the skins, we used to sing and dance after the hunt, before the BBQ.

So, the iodine kills the bacteria and the virus, the kryptonite gets out of synch with my iodine

No reason left in the answer to the equation, it’s merely an innocuous statement, I cannot fly

To the question that should never be asked if you don’t want the Truth, if you need it, OK fine

Laughing until you cry after you find out what I know, music’s in me & dyin’ to git too high.

Played out and still in synchronistic harmony with the noise of the spheres, ear piercing word

OM, I think, therefore I am, to know who you are is to know who I am, it is what it is, my lord

You must be kiddin’ me now, I got exactly what I deserved, I got back what I gave, I gave it all

I got it all, I did it in style, incognito without celebrity or recognition by minions, yepyep y’all!

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 23rd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:10 PM PST

{ Chess-spaced on 64 squares, Black Queen’s rook to B-6, Checkmate & listenin’ to #NewRadicals #JustCantGetEnough & HITS Tube link @ https://youtu.be/io2erj8GhFc }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ChugUhLug #ComeAlong #YouBetterLaughOrYoureGonnaCry

LOVE, LUCK & EXTINCTION

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 23, 2020

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Fire is in the black hole and it awaits the water that ran out with the oxygen, OMG now what

We’re all gonna die, sooner than you thought but not too much later than you thought it’d be

That’s the way love goes, time goes, on and on, without or with you, neither of us’s required

If you don’t believe me, ask your pastor, your priests from pre-ordained to Papa Francisco ilk.

I am the unknown X factor who related the thing itself to the forms and matter you entrope

Processing the performances of what goes in and out of the animated gas bags, that’s the rub

It piles up to the sky, so to speak, bury it underground like nuclear waste, still it accumulates

We are the source of it and without what it represents, we become extinct, we are The Fates!

On the other hand means nothing but you don’t have any idea and want another to play a fool

Pretending to be interested in finding undiscoverable Truth, an eternal verity from Sing Sing

Only you know and I know that there is no way possible or at least probably not, to be so cool

As the nights that never see the burning star closest to their presence, precious pontificating!

Now, let’s be friends, let’s be serious, I won’t bite and I won’t destroy your entire life history

Nevertheless, the teaching of someone else other than me is more important than my scree

It comes in the form of pointing a finger to the Truth because it cannot be said, every picture

Tells a story about the way Beings got to the scene and what they’ll do in the next overture.

High above ground, eight miles high on to the end of the Void, astronauts know it, I guess it

No light, just Black the color of Nothing everywhere, up, down, left, right in One epileptic fit

To explode and implode for the sake of gravitational collapse and Way of Warriors’ fake farce

Unburied, undead, skin and bone from the bowels of God’s dirt or just a swift kick in the arse.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 23 marzo 2020 Anno Domini; @ 7:11 Ante Meridian; Ora solare Pacifico

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the @ThePolice #Synchronicity on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MNbA_OLEJOk }

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W.W.A.R.D.?