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Thursday, July 12, 2018

 

It is appropriate after fifty years to divulge the Catholic secrets of parochial school in the city

Sisters, brothers and fathers they referred to themselves, in secret orders of myth-rich scree

Often pretending to be the dominant and demanding a subordinate rebel, toes the line erect

Become this or that woman or man, ethical in governing humans, to be or become the fire.

Bias in your opinion is normal due to the nature of opinion, it is manifested from assumption

Of men and mice looking for the food or for the resting spot to avoid being killed or fire dried

To be reasonable, a conscience of the nation deduces ideas from facts of life, everybody died

Interpret the paper and the ink, the words, the meanings, the numbers of dreams I’ve eaten.

Then and only then, the solid argument using propositions which follow assumptions’ deities

Nobody’s ever seen any and the only ‘people’ to claim to be a god, are dead and gone bodies

On the day you and I die, the only thing that will matter is not how much coin-cash you bank

Diamonds and gold in a galaxy might buy you a NY minute, stacks of C-notes go wet n’ dank.

You want more Time in this Space so that you can do what? Do good for your survivors souls

Your own kin, friends and neighbors, superiors and subordinates descend into a Black Holes

Because there’re no ATMs outside the North and South poles, outside of this Life, It is a Void

City hall won’t help, a POTUS has no remedy for mortality or life satisfaction, kiss this, droid.

Chin up, pessimism leads to optimism right after you discover the somnambulistic tendency

To pretend to be awake while you’re asleep and walk around in a sort of daze, nothing fancy

My thing’s not your thing and this thing itself is all there is, in the middle of empty Space sin

So, go your own way and I’ll never see your face or invisible soul outside of this Earth’s spin.

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r j j stephan, i { *in desperation #DarkWeb #DeepState in disguise, invisible! #ShakeItUp }

c. July 12, 2018 @ 8:88 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the mighty The O'Jays ‘ESSENTIAL’ HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yz-Nx0s5_j8 }

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55 WATERS, MYTHS, GOLD EAGLES*  

Wednesday, Seven-Eleven, 2018

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There is a fortune in mythology, the knockers know and the followers revere Deity’s stealth

It is this way because it must be to avoid the chaos of the troubled Cro-Magnon family dunce

Looking up in the empty space at night-time when Darkness imposes upon the living dance

Coming into the wisdom without the desire to comprehend this Truth, causes instant death.

Punch in the solar plexus ought to do the trick, believe me, it’s second only to kicks in a groin

Some know the feeling of 2 family jewels of their clique gettin’ royal kicks in a cache, #Bitcoin

Other half or more of the population have no idea but it matters not a twit because it’s moot

Point to be made of epic proportions, human DNA should not exist on planet Earth, forsooth.

Pretending that you won’t die like the rest of the bodies you have seen come and go, just do it

Alternative is remaining alive thinking and believing that Life within you is all accidental spit

Excreted from a supernova/nova in the middle of gravitational collapse/expanse, USA, USA

Secret of the actuality will never be known by the Many, don’t ask, don’t tell, what can I say?

Now then, this matters and I’m not going to write it down twice, there will be no repeat on

Once it is known, nothing else matters, how long One has gone on, All in #Punks’ faux-con

Just a chore of forgetting and remembering while hemorrhaging an effulgence of space-time

Brought into divine paternity, here and now, seventh or only son, One under a spell’s #Dime.

I don’t know anything, it’s safe to say, therefore there’s no point in claiming I believe in God

I believe in Nothing, like the vision I have when I look out into the Space around my soul-bod

Just because you have the blind faith you’ve committed to doesn’t mean you live after D-days

Supernova-busted bones and dust in a cup, a cache of bovine scat, no heaven’s or hell’s gates.

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r j j stephan, I { *inspiration from here & now @ http://humanorigins.si.edu/evidence/human-fossils/fossils/cro-magnon-1 #WhoThePhuqsInCharge? #DontWorryBeHappy Freemasons #AskOne }

c. Seven-Eleven of July @ 4:44 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #SpillTheWine & HITS of WAR THE BAND #Anthology1970to1994 youTube link @ https://youtu.be/espD_-Z-SaY }

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