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CORONAL OSCILLATION, BLACKHOLE PLASMA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 24, 2020

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Presence of black holes everywhere around the Earth is an abstraction worth the high tower

Bounce high up on the board or just fling your bones off of the twenty meter tower of power

Intricate and infinitesimal as a dot as big as a mite and as tiny as a quark, take it for granted

If you dare, examine and analyze the powerful wisdom and knowledge of your acidic head.

Breathe in and breathe out the gas that you’re fortunate enough to be an adapted birdsong

Miracle that microbes refer to their ilk as human, all too human for the sake of the young

You and I don’t want to frighten the priests and nuns and the flocks of innocent minions

All innocence forced to become extinct with the enlightenment of abstract thought’s sins.

In the middle of nowhere, a rock of mud is absorbing cosmic black hole’s abstract shrapnel

That we live on top of a Black Hole which is really what the Earth is, don’t ask & don’t tell

With this planet being 4/5 H2O and 1/5 asteroid, we’re in for a graveside ride, Homer doh

It will come when it comes but it’s definitely gonna come, when you’re dead, you’ll know.

Let the Tsars and POTUS’ philosophy of life rule your very soul, disregard Socratic logic fit

Do not use reason as a tool to discover the Truth of the reason for Life on Earth, Eve stop it

If your children or friends attempt to analyze the concepts, belittle and punish Adam’s fall

You will be sorry if young adults become enlightened and discover work for pay, that’s all!

The atmosphere of Earth is so hot that it’s impossible to enter without becoming neutral

When you only want your positive and negative atomic charges to count, God’s the scrooge

Life of you and I and everything else alive, plant, animal, microbe, infinitely tiny or huge

Amorphous or in a form of beauty unhinged by the enculturated ego and id, I ain’t yo’ pal.

What I am is what you are and what you are is What, Space runnin’ out of Time’s third eye?

Check your P’s & Q’s and ask your intelligentsia grandparents what happens when they die

All that we are and all that we have is the System of the Up and the Down, Time is a matter

Origin of the Time, OXYGEN AND NITROGEN ISOTOPES retrograde spinning yo’ mama.

You are the matter in the solar system, it’s is a Big Bang you cannot conceive, wobbling blur

Gas giant in a primordial disc, Jupiter is one of the geek gods that drifts into Zeus’ queen bee

Primordial chaos of a bigger bang than you can imagine, ghost world of your atom collider

Now invisible, always there in the essence of the being, the grand illusion in perpetuity, me.

In synchronization and out of phase vibration of your nerves, animate your bones, you fool

Movement is an energy transfer, a resonance of your soul to matrix about It #mvemsunp

The moon of the Earth is not of the Earth, if you don’t comprehend, GTF back into school

Here’s a brief message for the ignoramous types, morons & idiots who can read, Love y’all!

Grand Tech hypothesis of cosmic plasma’s angular momentum, white dwarf corona slammed

Which is the normal status quo for the atoms and molecules and blown planet, God’s Sonny

Perfect as it always has been, differential solar rotation is the power, no race or color, no body

It lived, we all died, we lived, It died, a CORE of fusion, photon fission, divinity Is, damned!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, May 24th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AnteMeridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Concocted #Goldilocks out the #CosmicRay electrons & #FoodChain after #GammaRayBursts of solar flares near a sunspot, a billion tons of TNT from my #SnappyWiseAz listenin’ to the #FormationOfTheSolarSystem & the #HaloEffect https://youtu.be/48B4QtF5z-0 #WR104 supernova of mine!}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OneAtATime #SheSays #SequesterYourArse

DAZZLING WITH A METAL MOUTH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 23, 2020

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Dig. Opened arms yet ready to be the drop dead gorgeous one who generates a frozen freezer

Where the things can be dealt with for the sake of survival, to be the fittest of the conned ones

Just because you’re a favored one of the Godfather of earthbound DNA, old rum 151 and guns

Senility and brain washing are all you need to enculturate the minions, they’ll follow a leader.

Sun rose the day after I died and everything was shakin’ out just like it always does, it’s done

There were no diamonds in the golden ring, there wasn’t any gold in the diamonds either, son

Theories of Evolution and Special Creation abound in the books of boys and girls, dipped sex

Beyond the legends that nobody hears if they can’t be told and can’t be ready or said in a hex.

Magic of being in the right place at the right time is realization that intention directs the will

Perfection and defection as sweet and low as the pearls at the bottom of the Dead Sea’s krill

Dream work at the bottom of every bottle of Starbuck’s Mocha con Leche, switches my toggle

Full mug to the brim, whipped cream and cinnamon sprinkles, breathing in the hornswoggle.

He said to hold these things as self evident, that nobody knows how to do what God can’t face

No evidence of God at all here on Earth, in this or any other country on the planet or in Space

Assuming there’s a moon, planets and other stars besides our white dwarf or red giant pizza

Wow, the haters will really be hatin’ on spare WORDS I got here, #HatersHate an influenza.

How can you foment a congregation of people when it’s forbidden to commiserate with One

Gods watch all of this living and dying, like it or not, they cannot be bought or sold with gold

Save it for your survivors to spend on the tomb and casket or urn full o’ shards of yo’ hipbone

Creatures we all are for our moments of animation and intuition to create the Way we get old.

If it is true that your conscious ego and Id live beyond the grave or the urn, then whoopee doo

You got more than you deserve since you didn’t earn any special favors being conceived fool

It’s not your fault that you read the words and interpret the ambiguity in your malignant way

Because you’re mean and jealous of the ones you perceive as much better than you, today!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, May 23rd, 2020 A.D. * Happy Birthday @CarolAnnStephan #71 eye <3 span=""> ‘U’

{ snatched listenin’ @Chic #LeFreak link @ https://youtu.be/QpCoSf8QmQM }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HOME #MoneyAndCigarettes #aPINKpandemic @PINK @EricClapton & @TheBand @JonnyLang @TheArtistPrince

SKIP #pink BIRDS, IT’S #PANDEMIC
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 22, 2020

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A survival adaption for evolution to abuse and let me confuse and obfuscate burnt grass’ sod

Seeing the predators and being able to outfly & out-maneuver all the killers who burn bushes

Some skinned and deboned, just legs, wings and breast muscles of the all too human, my God

All of it, whatever it is, this starstuff matter that moves friction to burn it up into good fishes.

On being a holy sphere, circling a magnetic attraction, a burning gas tank of atomic mortality

Nothing caused by Intent of a Supreme or Inferior Will to Power, it’s an atomic comic of Me

When I’m dead & gone, it’ll be another story but as we commiserate, gravity’s collapsed, son

On you and I and the whole shebang from quarks to black holes’ supernovas, We are all One.

You may continue to believe in the blinded faith of ancestors in an immaculate concept toy

As if what we now call wisdom was anything more than an educated, wild guess at the Void

Cardinal numbers and bishopric pablum force fed to the Gerber babies and elder wise ones

All in lock step behind the march, in line and in moronic syncopation, circling the wagons.

From the perspective of the eagles in flight searching for the weak and slow, carrion breath

All of this air to fly in is a place to search for the things to kill and eat, that’s life, that’s death

Nothing else to it, more or less, it’s a resting place for things that eat each others super-germs

Evolving genomes to a random, cell malfunction, is the handiwork of God’s sacred sperms.

Now the bizarre inability to reason and use logic has begun to atrophy, peoples’ soylent green

Nothing left to eat except Fear itself and it’s the fuel that drives the hard drive and soft spleen

Power of Momentum of Will is about It, no more nor less blind, you’re getting what y’all see

Completed the mission from alpha to omega, one Singularity remains, cross T’s, dotted I’s, G!

Baby screams for comfort or food or mama and gets the pacifier for 17 years in a warm nest

Parents of the offspring are often if not always too young to teach their children to be a pest

So, the military function forces the innocent and the wild to become One Unit, survival’s sake

Survive death’s seventh son’s calling, leave us all for a One, it’s pink, pandemic wedding cake.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, May 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to Early Eric Clapton: EC WAS THERE @ https://youtu.be/bMiBbAvsFfY & The BAND Group #AtlanticCity link @ https://youtu.be/QFxXTO1t5yo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?