#Relativity and #Immortality #Comedy #Tragedy #ColdWorld #EventHorizon & the #Singularity #Phenomenology #Mass #Matter #Friction #Momentum & @MotherGoose

PHENOMENOLOGICAL DESTRUCTION

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 2, 2019

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Sometime, well I guess it was once upon a time there lived a herd of people, band of gypsies

They came from somewhere but they can’t recollect where that was, they all have amnesia

They are all asleep, walkin’ around in the dream that they refer to as life, Earth living thing

What we were before the ancestors got here? Nothing at all, the Big Bang caused us to sing!

From the top of our lungs or in the underground railroads where even bad men fear to go

Screams of silence, just gasps and quiet empty, dead air exhaled, just like a holy roller pro

One who claims to know the God, the creator of the universe through blind faith, like a baby

Believing what your faith leaps to is an Unknown entity evolved from a black hole singularity.

Time and Space as the matrix of the living and dead, move things themselves in perpetuity

They are not gods, they were not even created by any God at all, now the joke is on me, see?

It’s Relativity that we need to explore, the nature of Nothing, that’s life’s massive extinction

Stage of the continental hosts, species of beasts prowl for salad and burgers, raw or BBQ’n.

Not so fast, somebody is right about the nature of being and somebody must be wrong I see

Fractions of equations breakdown the load of feeling all alone, not lonely but alone, I’m free

In a nanosecond, your own consciousness has come and gone, no memory of your prehistory

Meaning more or less that random collisions of matter, gravitationally collapse, blood gory.

What’s important to your caretakers may be what’s important to all, the insight of a 3rd eye

Blinded by light, deafened by radio waves, suffered the taste and smell loss due to raging sin

All there was left to experience this world was feeling, sensing the surroundings, alive to die

Spinning, rotating, wobbling, plummeting or ejecting away from atomic fission, chill, fusion.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, BLOVEMBER 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to a documentary “How Did The Universe Begin” on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2JwpYeT_2yY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FoodChain - SABOTAGE OF SUBATOMIC PARTICLES & RANDOM FRAUD, TEN TO THE 82ND POWER, ENTROPIC DETERIORATION INTO CHAOS, 10 TO THE 82ND... #WhatItIs = om

6 9 9 8, BUCKLE UP!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 2, 2019

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Doin’ a sit down with the origin of the universe, you know who I’m talkin’ ‘bout, a man of skill

Not laws and rules of your fathers and mothers tribes, it’s #FakeNews regulators of Free Will

When it’s the time in this space to exit the planet or to become dissolved in it’s stardust song

Dancin’ with the Space and not the Stars, dreamin’ with a trillion hits off of a DNAcid bong.

From Mercury to Pluto, the space between them is as immense as the atoms blown to heaven

Miracles, causes and effects, magical scree of spells that come out before the thing itself, Zen

Now, are you with me? I thought so, here we go so hold on tight, it’s a bumpy road’s free ride

Getting down to the bottom of the deductions and inductions, there’s reasons for ego pride.

Survival of the most fit to adapt to change and pending doom of a cosmic universal collapse

Advanced regression as an orbital wobble does, spinnin’ and speedin’ to the Zoom’s doom

Outer-space or in your hearts and souls, this and that are all one and the same, a pre-corpse

I’m droppin’ the mic now, because you know what I mean or you don’t, it’ll be hopeless soon.

Gratify your singularity on the way to the Event Horizon, there’s no turnin’ back at that point

Drilling into the dirt is a thing of the past, there is no dirt left on the ellipse, clean orbit joint

Just you, me and a trillion cells of DNA, never in constant change, all of me is invisible chit

In the end, nothing matters and if it did, we’d pretend it didn’t matter, you won’t believe It!

I got the 6998, nobody else knows about it, they couldn’t handle this truth, God danged fools

Add ‘em up 15 + 17 = 32, a quart of ounces, a fourth of a gallon, no other measured old souls

Compared to the deep end of the ocean, this essence is more or less the matrix of war battles

I want what you got and vice versa, I want to keep what I’ve got and pal, This means W A R!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, BLOWVEMBER 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM EST

{ powered up listenin’ to a #TheoryOfEverything ready, set, BLOW! LINK on youTube @ https://youtu.be/mtBz1roiQR8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CantStopAFreightTrain #YesICanYesICan #YouGottaBelieve #IfNotYouThenWhoWill?

TIED TONGUE, FATHER OF MINE?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, November 1, 2019

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Nice to be in paradise when you’re lost but if you know someone, it’s better to assimilate chit

Head down in your hands because you might think that it’s all over and you’ll pay for my sins

But you won’t, remember before your mother and father met? Oh well, just forget about it

Nothing matters in the long run, it’s a logical conclusion from the deduction of assumptions.

What in the name of God are you doin’ with your only life you’ll get in Time, not much eh?

It’s all your fault regardless if you’re an orphan or a well adjusted clergyman or statesman

Responsible for all of your actions once your zygote emerges from the holy tomb of mama

I speak in forked tongues only when necessary to disguise what I do, click, click boom, man.

Freaks and gypsies don’t think twice about takin’ your cash if it’s what you need lose, it’s fine

No holding back at the exits to the freeways, at the stop lights, with a homemade card cosign

Without a begging beggar, all you get is a homeless no count, jacked up hobo with punk pores

Getting a whiff of freedom and the notion that you pay for what you get, get what you pay for.

Groomed to deteriorate into the function of the living ghost on the west coast, mama’s fakers

Where it never rains in California, down south near the wave surf by the PCH, past breakers

Watchin’ this world breathe in and out, air and burgers, stayin’ alive for the #FakeNews to be

What can never be the Truth, what has never and will never happen, Lies of the gods’ skree.

It came and it’ll go, whether we like it or not, living die and dead do not round trip this fight

Tapped for a sad finale, you gotta admit you finally lose all of your liberty, at an absurd height

You can’t be free of mortal bones, all 208 of them will disintegrate sooner or later into fame

It’s OK though, made love, counted to 10, prayed to #FakeGods ‘cause dad gave me a name.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 1ST, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ raised this from the dead while listenin’ to @Everclear #EverythingIsWonderfulNow & #AMRadio on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MUfgAbFY4CA }

 W.W.A.R.D.?