#FiletGumbo #Macheromio #CompanyB #MrGreenJeansWasHere

PRE-OPERATION CREATION

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 23, 2019

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Once and for all, the Word is out and the hounds are released to snort the hot blooded flow

Of the mice and men who walked and still walk this planet on the Last Day, bent my eyes in

Holes are the things that used to be before they disintegrated all of ‘It’ into a red-black hole

Hungry for the power, the exploding atoms of hydrogen, nitrogen, helium, carbon’s heaven.

The inverse of what is hidden from the sensation of the Earth-bound genome, a DNA patch

Triggered by the nuts and seeds from the living fauna which turn the blackness into the blues

Where you look up and blow back your hair to see what Nothing at all really is, no Void ruse

Pretending that we care in English, French, German, Spanish or Mars’ hieroglyphics’ scratch.

Milky Way black hole synchronized with Souls we pretend to be or not, thriving Kaiser’s joke

Full of the good, the bad and the ugly created from scratches on rock walls, recollection a liar

Of what this is and why it is and where this is leading US to be, underground or up in smoke

Consumed we will be, like the hot food at our dining tables, kitchen is smoking hot, on Fire!

Nuts of the orgasmic Big Bang of God, right here and now, I am all it ever was, don’t believe?

Take your blind faith and stick it straight into the #EventHorizon’s #Singularity, a coral reef

Hold one moment please while I mix the menudo and concentrate on the dot, an era’s period

Bloody because that’s what has evolved out of the great, #Dead & #Stones staged to be a God.

They are what they are and so are we, we’re all here and now and will be here forever, Matter

To be or not, is never, ever a question for the One, only for the deceived and fallen mad hatter

In the bottom of the rabbit hole the time has run out and there isn’t one more moment, oh no

You have conceived and then the conception deceived your soul’s mind, anima animated roe.

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r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, FREEZEMBER 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #BestOfWARtheBand on youTube @ https://youtu.be/RBQXJ3I5xGA & @SatrianiJoJo #UntilWeSayGoodbye @ https://youtu.be/2XEgvGh4QoE}

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#Honeymooners #Honeydrippers rockin' the Sunday before Xmas! #JesusLives

OUTBACK TO THE WORLD, EH? *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 22, 2019

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Now and then One has a dream that Life has begun once again headed toward the end

No place in space anything can go except down into a black hole or to the core of a fight

Complicated for a moment until One discovers the meaning of Everything Theory’s bend

Nonchalant and without a purpose, a pulsar dots the eyes that are blinded by black light.

In the course of a star’s pathway across the labyrinth, a vast sea of succubi's singin’ squeals

For all of us, everyone who senses a mystery in beat sound and bright light of a cool groove

What is the substance of the thing itself and why is the matter, the energy of magnetic fields

Assume the worst and believe the first, it could be even more than that, First Cause’s move.

Knight jumps the pawn, jumps the shark and begins the onslaught of terror to a fake realm

With a queen and a king and a full carcass of living cells, procreating and wheeling the helm

Just because you think you’re so pretty, well you are but you don’t have to be so outta sight

It’s not your fault but you have a lot to do with the end that’s near, gonna be a big bar fight.

When the smoke clears, bottles and mirrors all busted up to bits and shards of B-side records

I found the diamond in the rough and once it became clear through like icy glass, my Words

They got wrote, they got said out loud and recorded for repetition, ad infinitum, to the moon

It’s where Alice Kramden used to go with Ralph from the Bronx projects to a city bus station.

There’ve been many genii on Terra Ferma as we know it, there’ll be more, pure future shock

Grief for the mad and the happy with caps and hats to cover the mindset of a brainiac flock

Stickin’ together after still born to the damned mothers who conceived out of fear’s loathing

Then nine months and a fortnight after the Big Bang, the Black Hole or the White dwarfing.

Told the Many to Get Bent more than once, probably like a thousand times ten, it’s what it is

What it is or what it will be is understood, it’s the Way of the Warriors and genuine, fake sufis

Whirling dervish around in finite circles to whip up the winds of change, a future shock’s fizz

You see? It is a creepy feeling when you look in the mirror at yo’ self, a superfly, hella genius.

Watch the ghetto demands and sub-urban starbursts merge into one, black, white, nice alley

Geeks and junkies all on the same plane to get from here to there, in one piece just high, see?

Tried to get over on the Man, the Gang and the Hose of the street asphalt, I’m all in concrete

Makin’ cuts, cashin’ in ducks, back in the world, again soldier boy and sailor beyond icy sleet.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, FREEZEMBER 22nd, 2019 @ 9:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Curtis Mayfield #FutureShockMix #RightOnForTheDarkness on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/igC_1jwWR9o }

* Header picture is the MOTTO #Tshirt of official Friends Who Like #ArmstrongandGetty @ArmstrongandGetty - mine is on the way to me in the US Mail now! Not! LOL }

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#AbleReadyWillingToRock #MustReadWhenAwake #WOKEyoMama #ForgoneConclusion

SONNY, DADDIO, MISS YA MAN! *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 22, 2019

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Oh my mama, she knew that it was all a matter of Time in this Space, nothing left over then

After it’s all said and it’s all done, the finish line ahead is all there is to see, a clear insight Zen

What it is, what it was and what it always will be, a star’s burst of atoms’ eve, it’s a big red ball

Atoms of the molecules spread out over the Void, the lack of things full of Nothing, that’s all!

Never can say goodbye to the family though, they want me to stay, want to stay, yet I cannot

Nobody gets out of this life alive, not even Jesus Christ or Buddha or Krishna or Mao, nobody

For once in the revolution of the planet around the burning #Fix, old Sol, the Man in the sky

It’s a crap shoot, a card game of chance with a cheater and a marked human, I do, I’s a robot.

Programmed by color or black & white electrode transmissions from an empty puddle of mud

We are now groomed to be awake, work, slave, skate, scam and mate with God’s Elmer Fudd

A dream come true for beauty’s beasts who look for godsends but find beasts of burden lore

Tales about the guys and gals who came and went without a whisper, no Word, no #WhatFor.

Animated eggs from the womb to the grave sites and atom’s of the atmosphere’s bloody mud

Coagulated in my idea of the feeling of Oneness you received as a gift of the fight for survival

Only the strong survive, you can see that with your own eyes, compassion for weakness is nil

Bringing the weakness of the cells into the gene pool will eliminate the Gash of apes that kill!

Naked apes with hardly a hair on their chinny, chin, chin are in charge of the spin stop and go

Hairless and frozen stiff without their parkas and animal fur from fauna of Terra Ferma blow

Wind on the Earth’s fire brings the sea water to keep the wild fish alive, until a Time for locks

Refused miraculous garbage, I’m wasted and famished, I swallowed fish whole, I rolled rocks!

Right here and now, daddio, you’ve got to get outta here alive, no choice but to be or not to be

Answers to the only question that matters are not to be found in knowledge, just a blind faith

That the historical narrative found in the volumes of bibliophiles on shelves and on line, see

Blind boys and girls walk alone, a sight for sore divine eyes and mortal bones, RIP, I’m death.

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r j j stephan, i *MyOriginOfSpecies #LightHeartDarkSoul #MakeYuleTideGay

c. DIMANCHE, FREEZEMBER 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to #AndyWilliams Dean Martin & Frank Sinatra croon Christmas cheer to me & heaven’s kin from #HellsKitchen & youTube link for you too @ https://youtu.be/lLEFE_ZpVl4 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?