#SummaryOfUniversalParticularity #SuperiorInferiority @ChristinaAguellera #BlurredLine #NeverNasty

BLURRED LINE, FLASH EXPOSURE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 26, 2020

--------------- #SwearToTheGods ------------- #IDareYou

A Family Guy can get away with this since it’s just a cartoon of man, one dimension flim flam

What words come from his yap, now that’s very important and germane to the theory, BAM

Other words will not due for the Way to be expressed in phraseology concluding sinners’ soul

That’s accurate, One soul in the many broken bits and bytes of data, planted in a black hole.

Hit the enter key and you blast off into cyberspaced no place else to go, a blue screen to face

Waiting to reboot the whole shebang, hard drive, software and any other terabyte place

Twilight or daylight zones matter little since everything is dark and broken, needs a fix

Not in the arm’s mainline to the heart and brain, I’m talkin’ last breath’s corpus dilecti.

No choice in the matter, we all gotta go sometime regardless of our desire to live forever

Pretending there is a #Soul that survives the body’s extinction, well now, that’s so cute

My brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, friends and enemies, oh and my wife too boo

All of the human beings, moral and ethical as they see themselves, don’t know Kung Fu.

It would help to know so One could beat the Truth out of someone who knew the only One

Personally I don’t care what happens once my eyes gape wide opened, heart seizes the meme

Mind bent over in a freeze-frame state of being, wondering why nobody’s movin’ but it’s me

I am not movin’ hell my eyes ain’t even open to see, they’re open because they’re dead, gone.

A family guy in between the grave and the birth canal, deaf as a vacuum, blind H1N1 bat stew

Flew into the chef’s kitchen down the alley where the hookers roll, the GI’s play the dang fool

Think a foreign oriental loves you after her yobo went back to the world to his wife & baby too

Now you’re the one and only, a yobo to die for until the programmed virus is in the gene pool.

Then you go home and spread it from man to man, woman to woman, boy to girl & vice versa

That is how it gets around, sex and saliva and blood, hands to mouths, it will come into YOU

From two then four then eight, geometric progression to epidemic then on to pandemic Ra

Touched with DNA/RNA, great escapes will never return, God’s a body of bones, gone blue.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday March, 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to christina_aguillera_ #SomethinsGotAHoldOnMe & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TZFQgqhNoEI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GreenLights #ThatsAGO #GoGoGo #GTFOOH #RareEarthBand #ItsAllOverYoFace #TheBoss #Springsteen

TIME OPEN FIRE, FADE SPACEOUT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 26, 2020

---------------- #LostMyMind #NeverAgain -----------------

Casey was at bat and he grounded out to second and got the leading run thrown out at home

There was no other way, had to go home to the place in space that nobody else could assault

Behind the mote and the rocks and stones, drawbridge up exposing the alligators and snakes

None of them men and women can see through the hearts in their eyes, love is NOT IT at All.

Here’s what it is, expectations of more than enough, too much more than a bit of jolly roger

With intrepidation and more angst than a prison full of bank robbing kids in a twilight zone

Rolled & rocked longer than I should have with no reason to go forward or back, albeit none

Seriously folks, findin’ what you’ll also find one day, I cannot describe the realization of bone.

Why you and your mama came here to the fools and dreamers who can’t handle the Truth, I

Utter despair just before the self-realization of the nature of your being’s soul, curve pi’s bell

3.14 or 6.28 or 12.56, it matters only when the pie’s all gone, not a crumb leftover for the rats

Scurry with them, you will see a hierarchy of vermin from king to serf, president to slave cell.

It could have been the ides of March or the showers of April that brought on the reign of rain

Comin’ down like cats & dogs when bullets hit the bones, it’d be curtains then, the play’s over

Captains of the ships and general particulars in the crew of One, merged millions in virus’ ilk

Knowing that the hype is the idiots’ whole argument for stealing our FREEDOM, a valor kill.

Now that you and I know what we should have thought about what we couldn’t live with rosy

Without YOU or the THINGS, without the SPIN and WOBBLE of pain and suffering, so lousy

Torture to be near the Idiot and the Moron who think about the same thing, I am not worthy

Nothing different than being all alone in a deep, dark hole without air, water or land, just me.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, March 26th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Generated from the void in Darkness while listenin’ to 'RARE-EARTH' (I know) I’m Losing You on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hINtx2E6y6s }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MoneyForNothing #SweetNothings

DRONE SEARCH FOR A JELLY ROLL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, March 25, 2020
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I was lookin’ for silver linings in the cumulus clouds but all I found was a philosopher stone

It was a little bigger than a pebble but not as big as an Irish potato, fit right in my palm bone

My best friends all died of going far away from me and losing my phone number in blue skies

Philosopher’s stones all over the roads and highways but they’re invisible to the naked eyes.

Plump like a fat arsed kid who eats nothin’ but white bread without the crust, husky little kid

To be grown up into six and one half feet of skin’s bone, mastered a PhD in metaphysical fizz

Heads up, hands down the master of the muster to get up and go, awakened so I went & hid

From the boogy men and the witches from the hollar, down by the swamp’s monster bizz.

Snow on the ground, ice on my windows, my engines froze but still turning over for the seize

All cylinders down and out from a metal merger, heat burned them into One, present to past

No creator of the motion, just a hunk of plastic and metal full of dinosaur oil and disaster gas

Makin’ the moves and the love that needs to be made for the sake of a genome’s survival fest.

All alone in the heavens between stars, black and blue but feelin’ good at 455 degrees below 0

Squared cubed gold from lead & sulphur, on this burnt cinder we’re wandering about a flood

Punked for decades, millenia with inadequate, false extrapolations of an invisible dead God

Truth interpreted by monks, nuns, brothers of our mothers n’ fathers, play that violin #Nero!

In form, out of shape with infinite content, an amorphous existence, something in particulars

In general, you can’t put your finger on it but it’s right there, gold lining in silverclouds’ liars

Darkness and a loud engine droning making me think that I’m the thing itself and I am all in

But who I’ll be, because of who I was, whatever I was, not a boy or a man, just all too human!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi 25 mars 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 post meridiem

{ DRAFTED WHILE LISTENIN’ TO #PhilosophersStone by VanMorrison on youTube link in a loop @ https://youtu.be/PghOffQ-BrI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?