#FourTwenty #420 #WTH #ItsYourThingDoWhatYouWannaDo Eh? #ItStonedMeToo 4 2 0 #ThingsHaveChanged

4:20 UNDER A STONE ROLL SIEGE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 20, 2020

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It is an Alpha and an Omega just for your edification, don’t want to frighten you into oblivion

Right here and now, it’s all a matter of who of us whines loudest for fake alien viral infections

Before the TV and the radio voices comin’ from an alien’s form of electronic system of gadflys

You would have no idea that people all over the entire planet Earth get sick to death, she dies!

Just like your ancestors and descendants you will become extinct from the R & R hall of fame

A moment prior to the last day you and I will be alive, we will all recall this live, evil congame

Confident blind faith in the unseen, superman master of the universe will lead to a BBQ feast

Empty of things and the very definition and essence of Nothing itself, it’s Nature, The Beast.

From any angle, acute or obtuse, either way it’s less than 180 degrees or more than the One

A degree is more than paperwork from schools private and public, degree means you’re done

Warm spot in my heart for my alcoholic brethren on empty, thank God for #7-11’s artichoke

Paper products, chicken eggs, got the cow muscle meat & slabs of swab tested pigs in a poke.

To eat & work, to pay the rent, to be or not to be, that is a question I’ve eaten for 3 on a dime

I know, I know that it’s a matter of time and for a simple mind like my own, very little time

Notion of the Truth given by the philosopher that chomps on Noam Chomsky, man to notice

Shorter much less than Plato, Socrates and Kant or even Karl Marx, he’s real, a #SoulOnIce.

Wealth’s corporate power to masters of the golden ivory tower of insane Noam chump clowns

God danged and put your megalomaniacal philosophy bytes of blaming masters’ slave peons

Debate between ignorant fake-minds which got flushed down clown outhouses of extinct sons

Fossil fuels, bank philosophers’ hopelessness, #Fakenews caused extinction of our species.

What are you talkin’ about, what do you mean, there’s a man you think is reasoning, my son?

How many idiots does it take to make an Ethics of God’s command to the queen-king chimps

Calling the great men bad men and calling their own kind of men, the bad men, a great One

Internet fabrication of a lunatic, an idiots friends, morons eat the datum of chimp chumps.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, #420 April 20th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Pure Void evaporated onto this illusory page while listenin’ to Chomsky reveal his lack of counter-intelligence briefing attendance, regarding US Security Systems listenin’ to a scholarly presentation & then, when I could not bear another moment of the blather to listen to #WARtheBand #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q3FimSlvVT4 }

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#EyesUsedToCare #ThingsHaveChangedNow #LockedInTight #OutOfRange #RobertZimmerman *InspiratedSound*

KICKIN’ RUBY SCAT OUT THE MUD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 19, 2020

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Red rocks get the attention, watch this roll from Memphis to Cairo, lookin’ for the queens

Kings just one move at a time, up, down, left, right, that’s all there is my Kings of jalopies

If and only if you are the One who traps the lost and idiotic, then you can serve nobody, eh?

Yes, that means You and I, we serve somebody we don’t know by any name other than Ga!

No, not the dictator, the king or queen or the proletariat but it is the chairman of the phqdup

Meaning what I meant bored to be serving somebody will get you a ticket to ride out of here

In Space, here and in this Time, now we know what must be done for food and toiletry paper

No rest for the wicked and no rest for the good and especially for the ugly, need to wrap it up.

Invisible mountains, boulders, rocks and stones turning pebbles into the cosmic gunpowder

It will blow but nobody knows when, we know why though, the rocks of this planet serve It

Cosmically terrestrial yet within and without the 208 bones you call your Self, that’s chowder

Burn them or bury them at the end and it won’t matter to any souls left above and below It.

Still of whiskey and burning plants under the moon’s shinin’ reflective light of the dark star

Bright in the day, red hot like a philosopher’s stone, crimson ruby red with the magic Word

It’s a gamble to get One but if and when you do, everything will become as clear as Web mud

In a gnarled mess of order and chaos, the confusion and order is astounding, said a li’l bird.

Pumpin’ it up to a higher level, decibels in a ultraviolet realm where even the evil ones steer

Clear of the Void that will suck them into oblivion, as they deserve since they forgot the tear

Bribes are a comin’ to shut your yap and be as silent as the lambs who haven’t been born yet

They’ll get their cotton sheered and be naked lamb chops in two shakes, no time at all, shyat!

Heard the herd call of the tame and wild, it’s a silent scream for something in outer Spacers

Cunning and innocence mix well with the hammerheads who claim to be usurper scammers

Think of it this way for a moment then go back to your Earth dirt replicated, numbskull fauna

Exist without The Code, DNA born to a cat’s Pride, a goddess’ Singularity, We’re One, Duh!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 19 avril deux mille vingt, Anno Domini

#ONE #ThatsAllFolks

#ServeSombody #ServeYourSelf #ServeNobody

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#AToolForChange #JustATool

FLIPPIN’ 5’s, WE’RE ALL WOKE PAL!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 18, 2020

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Ship’s undercover, I lost most of it with my nerve on cliff hangin’ One love, as above, so below

Joints of phalanges broke up with each other, fell apart like love of a god’s pall, arrow & bow

Hot one in the dream when you’re all locked in and cannot escape the dead gold mine’s ride

In a groove, in a vein’s artery from the bone’s adhesive keepin’ muscle meat on, a dead bride.

Fear the miracles that will defy your understanding of the nature of Being human, all too One

Hearts merge into One Love of the islands where the horsemen came, shat and left us alone

It’s either supernatural or underground of this Earth, down at the core of Being, unpaid rents

One who arrived into the eggs in geometric progression into a myriad of punks’ faux parents.

Took all of my money, my new car, my old truck, my children, all 6 girls from 3 to 16 and God

I don’t believe in the divine anymore because the Lord tooketh away after I gave all my blood

To the people who were born and raised by theoretical idiots, morons from One out of phase

Where ethics and morals are either non-existent or a non-issue for the monsters of midways!

In a mirror or glassy, reflective water surface, image returned is the image sent from Hades

Or maybe Valhalla where the great Zeus and demi-gods of the elders extinct lore, it all fades

On the cave walls or on the papyrus with red blood running down the flip side, command of 3

What you should and should not do or you’ll be punished, physically, mentally, emotionally.

Utter domination of the subordinates, just like the ape troupes who live and die in the cages

Of the mice and men in their cages and the entire menagerie of anima and fauna, Ma changes

From a bit of an exploded chunk of the #BigBang, we’ve come and gone with or without You

Who you are is what you think you are, you know your Self, a Will to Be is all just B.U.T.T.A.

Winners get an extra good feeling that losers miss and will never get here & now, losers suck

The narrow way is only one way and there’s no turning back because there’s nothing left over

Once upon a time, in black, empty Space, there was Light, a burning tank full of gas, fired Up

On the way down to the emptiness where atomic energy is depleted, a heap of God’s catsup.

Bloody bones & bleached hair cover the spirit soul with the fear of dying, eternally immortal

In the graves with the headstones to remind the ones above ground that It’ll be so very awful

Or become the contents of a decorative Urn on the mantel of your greatest grandsons’ wives

Appearance of a Form’s shape-shift is all H2O, game’s over, an unmoved mover flipped fives.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, April 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:11 AM PST

{ Drafted whilst listenin’ to EricClapton.pl & Duane Allman's 1957 Les Paul Goldtop on youTube #Jam5 link @ https://youtu.be/64e-QkJiTMc }

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