#BobbinForApples #CosmicDebrisInMe #PyramidsAndSandyBeaches @SympathyForTheDevil @TheRollingStones #Satisfaction

HOLY ROCKS, MARS’ CANAL ARRAY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, August 31, 2019

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Nobody on Earth can call it quits on the nature of the Being we are on, our host out of Time

Air, salt water and crusty land, a place in Space where humans, planted animals drop a dime

Nobody knew, everyone believed in the things’ buzz that wasn’t the Truth, cool mystery buzz

Fish swim, we swim and float, even slither, dig, crawl, walk, deep sea dive or die via cop fuzz.

Headed for the underground where it appears that your hind end is covered, yet it’s not at all

Wide open, spread in a ready to die fashion, It wants to gut and cook you, baked, holy fireball

Flame to burn the hair and skin off of the meat stickin’ on the bone for dear life, all the buzz

Blood dripped, bones dried on flames of a burnin’ ball of violet waves, as above, so blow US.

Rest for the wicked right here, right now in front of your very eyes, nothing is up my sleeve

It’s invisible to the naked eye but if you squint and stare intently at the source, a pet peeve

Square knots on my head from my professors beating sense into me, scars and tattoos left

Head to toe, there’re left over pieces of unconnected, misshaped puzzle in a graveyard shift.

In the city of demons and angels, the town I was born and raised in Outerspace’s sacred cow

No good at geometry or any algebra, mathematical certainty is a moot point, God’s neon flow

Learning how to teach the minions by trial and error, evolution caused a hairless, pink critter

Make out with lips, hug with arms afoot, legs of DNA ebb’s flow, about a blue moon-lit river.

Death to Life and living to eat the dead and cooked muscles and fat, bone marrow gold dust

Questions without answers are unacceptable, existence of life means only that, it exists, lust

For the good, the bad and the ugly, revolution and wobble during Force’s elliptical sinshines

Boiling gas spun in a cosmic stagger with atomic fission-fusion’s electric, burning neon signs.

Mercury to Pluto, from a solar protuberance to the astral dust belt in revolution, orbital atom

From One to Many things out of nowhere, spontaneous combustion’s gravitational collapsin’

Provides the meaning to living, breathing in and out, eating the living bums, dyin’ like scum

Who eats us? Nobody, we’re whistlers’ predators, the 1 & ONLY, holy H2O, OMG children!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, August 31st, 2019 A.D @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Magnificent creation from The Void, WORD to persuade everybody of nothing; drafted listenin’ to Eric Clapton @RAH24CaratBluesBand LINK @ https://youtu.be/7ciA9tMAaRo}

W.W.A.R.D.

#DirtyDeedsOfEarthAshRockRolls #Rigamorol @PRINCE @MarvinGaye #JudgeNotYall

DIRTY DEEDS, PAGANIC DARKNESS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, August 30, 2019·

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Putting in and taking out of the only thing we know, conceptual, analytical robotic, iron-chit

Sun and moon is all we see close enough in Space and Time to talk, Id’s #HolySunCross of It

What It is cannot be understood by brains, hieroglyphic, petroglyphic, artifactual stone doors

Deep in darkness, Space and Time, here’s a sun god’s cross of the Sun, my 3rd eye cold-sores.

Honor the glowing ball of burning gas, it moves everything, it’s ultraviolet divinity of humans

Nothing to cross except the street, the avenue with the four crosswalks, 2 way rue-street posts

Heaven on Earth or Earth in Heaven, can’t be seen except by eating God’s son, a bloody Man!

Circling around in an elliptical fashion, the pagans and the worshipers of Christ’s hole, Hosts.

God’s son, the sun of God, the olden days of symbolic symmetry of the #SunGod, Zeus’ bible

Imagine your foolish imagination evolved into a light and heat seeker, fear a maggot gadfly

Death leads to turning off of the mechanism which keeps the light alive, godson’s holy Hehl

Inside of your eyes, my eyes and even blinded eyes without a clue, to know Truth’s white lie.

Four seasons and twelve apostles, four directions from my presence in Space, 24 hour Time

Son is the sun, without that, darkness rises to absolve dirty deeds we’ve done, universal slime

For the feeling of pleasure and the avoidance of pain, this is the thought of a day, I bid Adieu!

Although that’s the Truth you need to know, you’ll forget to recollect that we all play the fool!

Start out getting into the bottom of the uttermost echelon of the pit where crustaceans live

Credit to you and I, loaned in advance of your achievement of success will plunge you, dive!

Coming from here and now, in a world, on the Earth, manufactured by a First Cause scheme

A planetary image inside, imaginary light in your mirror, disappears, scream for ice cream!

Without a warning other than every moment of every day of your less than a hundred fathom

You will stop breathing, you’ll stop thinking and wondering about what will happen, git some

No telling your story to anyone after a fact of life becomes apparent to the spirit of eve, adam

Felt my nerves abort rotten gods’ philosopher-bluffs of pagans, black-hole god of a taco dam!

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r j j stephan, i

c. FRIDAY, August 30th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ jammed out of my face this AM under #PurpleRain while listenin’ to the PRINCE ... The Living Legend 💜 #Prince on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DHRyPjXeKZ4 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#UntwistedHeartOnTheRun #ThereIGoAgain #JackAndSevenSeven #TalkinTennessee

KEEP PLAYIN’ GAMES, I RESIGN!

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, August 29, 2019

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All possible moves are not the only moves, there’re some impossible moves, deep, dunk funks

When you’re back to school and your back’s up against the wall because bullies won’t back off

They steal your homework and copy it as their own, get you in trouble with your mama’s scoff

Without firepower in boys n’ girls, can’t overcome allure of graves, live bullets for tiny punks.

Picking me to be on the team was as important as being chosen to throw trash in a back alley

Who cares if you look in the mirror and you’re invisible? Start bitin’ a vampire skeleton key

All you get is whatever disease, viral or bacterial the flesh and bone of a stranger allows, DNA

You’ll die one way or the other, point is to avoid being food or a tooth decayed trophy display.

Everybody could move a pawn, one of the two of eight either one or two spaces to Q3 or K4

Then there’s a knight move or a mirror pawn move to counter, the battle begins, back fates

Songs can’t hide the exploding bombs and screams of the once happy but now in dire straits

Writing or singing will do, it will all be a forgotten, lost empty set of infinity, kids of a whore.

No birth control to avoid the conception so there is no deception at six or eight months, OMG

It’s a mess of history, the way that most of our ancestors were conceived, reborn, raised to be

You’ve got educated masses and saddled up rat packs, runnin’ dozens on crews, so to speak

Children who grow old and do not want to labor for their room and boarded show of a freak.

As the final three moves present themselves, the only possible ones left, 1 moves better in 2’s

A check and a recheck are all that’s left before the inevitable end of a king’s rule of the realm

As the pieces are tossed back into the can, the board is folded and closed, tucked away blues

Asleep while wide awake, rolling over for a yawn, a draw of cool air in and out, Mate, I lose!

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Morganwallen #RedneckLoveSong link @https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?