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A BLUE (c)TRIUMPH MOTORCYCLE, FISTFUL OF KNUCKLEHEADS & A #TRUMP ACE OF CLUBS

RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN·WEDNESDAY, APRIL 12, 201723 Reads

I've got back-up ready to give my argument legs, to make the unmoved mover activate it's holy, infinite glutes Even God's got muscle to move the inanimate objects that spin and twirl around in our matrix, our rockin' world Amazed by the empty, deep, dark hole filled with the soul and grace of a legend, an artifact playin' the flutes What you see's what you get, what you think, you will what you want, debatable flaws, Eve's mortal stranglehold.

In the spirit of the almighty being revealing everything that the #ChiComs require to allow us to be master of Chi It's a KungFu issue of wisdom versus BlindChessmen following orders of ignoramus kings in charge of queens Standard shifting of Light of Enlightenment back to the Darkness of the dark ages before Golden Rule scree Gradual movement from the cool, the blue cold to the red hot taste of fire and momentary lapses, dead scenes.

I could not make anything up from scratch so I started at the foundation of thought, logic and being rational As we're persuaded that it's been a struggle for survival of the fittest of species, within and without, gong a bell Ringin' in your ears, repeating the same old song, over and over again until you memorized the gist of the pun Whistlin' the melody 'cause you forgot the words to the poem, on the right key or wrong, damages are done.

The actual origin of the story has the potential of ending the grand illusion which glues the system's row of ducks There's a DNA atom from nowhere, magic split the atom into two equal pieces of the mirror-image one original Turned into this thing itself on another side, over the rainbow near Oz, specially invented Adam's delicious apple Melted my chocolate factory and holy works of my dreams, everything's goin' downhill where God's core sucks.

Pops called me a punk 'cause I hung out with poor deadend boys, I think he was jealous, his dad was mean #FourCorners Tag, rules our own, #KickTheCan with boundaries of alleys and gangways between our own digs Grown from 6 to 18 then boom...fired by canon into the free world, the free market, to be free, now loving liberty A Roman Catholic analysis of the Truth through Sophistry's sophistication of language, STFU motto of the free.

For real or just for the sheets and giggles you get from pullin' the legs of legs of the serious, 'til they get upset Pretending to be someone of the culture, not in the culture when you use all comfort the culture offers, in spades That is difficult but not impossible from the swimming pool on the coast in Malibu, life paid, death awaiting debt Soul searching for help when doom and gloom becomes my own nemesis, 'til the last drop & the music fades.

On my bad motor scooter to ride the blacktop's coastal One, Mexico to Canada in a week, Chautauqua of me Talked it over within a thousand miles until the ones stopped on my odometer, frozen and at ones 11,111, a key To what I didn't know before and cannot ever recall even a hint being given by anyone, I'm sayin' nobody knew Name of TRUMP's just (c)TRIUMPH without an I or an H, a win-win situation, #Hogs #Knuckleheads #TRUMP

by r j j stephan, I c. April 11, 2017 @11:11 AM PST ( written while listenin' to: #Armstrong&GettyTheBestOf @ https://www.iheart.com/live/Talk-650-KSTE-229/?autoplay=true&pname=691&campid=play_bar&cid=index.html.. & hungry for +Alfano's Little Sicily)

#LighteningStruckTwice #Foreigner #GaGa #Orbison #Springsteen

YOU GOT IT

WEAK WEEK BEFORE YOU DIE

Everybody knows that you must get things done before you die but you think you have forever, a huge flaw It's a matter of time in this space, you and I will be all gone in a little while from this moment on to the fate of Ra Somebody said that a little bird told her that we're all asleep and can't awaken, #TheShadow knows God sinned One man or one woman wakes up, somnambulistic dream ends, the being asleep awakens One, enlightened. Do not die just because your body is decommissioned, you are your oneness, your essential essence, Ra spark Mention nothing to anyone with an eye to see, if you're NOT in the club, you cannot analyze the data of the Dark Cause of the final civilized predators to become extinct, I got All Of The Gold, there's nothing after the legend Fall It's nothing personal, nobody is being mean or selfish, it's just that when you want to #Win, you gotta win it all. How much can Man or Woman take from the 'world' attempt to kill us, once you climb to the top, omega's alpha Tattletales come and go, finger on the pulse, feeling a heartbeat getting weaker by the moment, no more pizza Hunger satiated and everybody's being within escapes to the place in space where nothing is, in a black hole Sucked every bit of DNA from the dirt of the dead star until the quakes cracked the crust into asteroid belt roll. Nothing more to say and nowhere left to go with noone to listen to the description of the unconscious blather From bards, politicians and the minions at their ungodly mercy there is nothing but silence, no more functions A calculus is less than certain therefore, there's no conclusion regarding the nature of the universe's unctions In the mostly dark, black and empty hen's nest of the place I stay, alone, without another sperm or egg's fear. In general, in particular, this language of subject, object, predicates and adverbs, interjections of my synapses Strangers to nothing within a fire or the empty space without the fire, morning or evening boredom God's ease Rollin' around ellipse at a million miles an hour or less just to get some distance from my Self, love's one reaction In a New York minute or a Chicago second, beginning to end, the play of the acts, actors see the end of the sun. So, close your eyes and go back to sleep because the fun hasn't even started yet, the dream continues on With or without you or I, no worries for the nature of the beast because in the end, everything's forgotten, all gone Mother or father, sister or brother, orphaned by raped eggs in bad situations, we're all a knocked up mother Even papas and brothers can't go to war to fix this Original Sin, Sisyphus' stones rolled way down, phuquers. by r j j stephan, I c. April 10, 2017 @ 3:33 AM PST  

{ written while listenin' to #Foreigner #JukeBoxHero }

Malo - Suavecito

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