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BYTE OF A GRIM SPECTRE’S BLOOD

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Thursday, March 14, 2019

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First n’ foremost, a primary factor in an equation is indeed a liberty but nobody knows

Nobody knows and it appears that the unknown will remain as such, broken cache cows

To be right here and now, in front of our very eyes, deaf to the joy of the world of Gods

Where the good, bad and ugly mix up their lives in pain and suffering, in Great Floods.

Regurgitate the expectorate, a confusion of enculturated nuns, priests, Pope’s son of ol’ Steve

Caught up in being the remnants of a dumbness, a caveman, cave-woman, holy Adam’s Eve

Only you know like I know what the Truth is, you can handle The Truth well, #Fatebook data

#ConscienceOfTheNation in bloody radio’s cosmic waves/frequencies, dialed, a digital Raja.

In the end or at the beginning of your conception, you get what you pay for and this life’s free

You must mind your P’s and Q's before you cash in on the #Benjamins that slip out your grip

For the reason being that you are all sheep thinkin’ that you’re not one, provin’ that y’all are

Political scientist trained by dead East and West philosophers, Nihilist, an atomic fusion scar.

There is more than one way to skin a cat, if you know what I mean by that unknown motto

On being a cat with nine lives, that illusion fades with the last breath, last heartbeat of jello

Bringing the bacon home, goin’ to the 9 to 5 or swing or graveyard shift of Flintstones’ hell

Pretending as your brothers and mothers did, absentee artificially inseminated a DNA cell.

Professor Research moving human minds of girls and boys into failed K-12 ET seeds’ grapes

In a petri dish of bacteria, shoot, hang, gas or electrocute is a modus operandi of naked apes

In ecliptic revolution around a contracting White Dwarf tomb, light alarms, clockwork orange

Your knee should genuflect, bow down to Reality, all Capitol Punishment is, is sweet revenge.

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 14, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST, the mighty Armstrong & Getty worldwide radio show link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/?pname=kste-am&campid=play_bar&cid=index.html & ‘during’ the commercial spot breaks escape into my #PTSD with Multiservicios Zztop ZZtop - zupy i zapiekanki #WorldOfSwirl on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Sk6YS5m-tSc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ValuableScribble #OneTwoTree #123

LIPS OPEN THE DOORS, RICHARD *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, March 13, 2019

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Closed minded people, integrated from head to toe, lipstick on a beautiful woman, rosebuds

Why the attraction to the lips? Observe the monkeys, the apes for the clues to erotic services

Naked apes are slightly different without all the hair, remnants left atop or hidden in crevices

Who you think you are, who you think you’re related to from the Past, of human remains is...

It’s not God my religious com-padres and com-madras who have the problem within, it’s y’all

Y’all are good and evil, it’s not your fault that y’all are conceived in or out of sin and created 1

From two we merge into one and don’t have any problem with that until the next rollin’ ball

You catch it, hit and kick it, you throw it, you headbutt it and we bury your bones, oh my son!

It’s bigger than bathing in bleach to get rid of the contents inside the 208 bones’ immersion

In a funeral pyre the dust left over is exactly the point of origin, from it we come, my only son

Daughters educated us, sisters prompted us and brought out the protector in the X-genome

Why it’s the Y-genome that causes the Earth Mother to animate the wobbling, ecliptic drone.

I pretended that you are important, more important than I but deep down I knew, I’m sacred

Without me, I don’t see or hear anything here and now or evermore, I’m the thing Itself’s Id

Drummed into my conscious mind, fighting for the right to live free of the overlords who kill

They’ve a view of the points of light in the black Void between me and a scam, you’re a shill!

All of the doors have been slammed shut, there are no locks, no keyholes, no handles to find

I had a professor or two in college who attempted to assault my 27 year old mind, they failed

Marx and Lenin studied The Word made flesh to dwell among us, queer nature of mankind

Light of ultraviolets and infrareds become all too human nature, hopeless idiots God’s killed.

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r j j stephan, i * header of poem is the head/lips of a fav femme fatale of mine, Stevie Nicks

c. March 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ drafted like a caveman up before dawn, listenin’ to #PokeSaladAnnie #TonyJoeWhite on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MCSsVvlj6YA }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#DontLetThemChangeYou #CapitolizeOnYourDNA #CouldYouBeLoved #GA

A LITTLE SOMTHIN’, ICE TROUBLE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, March 12, 2019

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Out in the back yard, down by the holler near the creek bed’s dry groove, pebbles never move

Rocks from the volcanic eruptions’ lava flows from the mountains, smashed to a sandy beach

Nothing but future shocks in store for you, on the phone or TV or surreal life movie groove

Think about it when you’re hungry for something to eat and you’ve got nothing but the fish.

So, you follow the leader and swoop down for the food and sex to make an egg a girl or boy

Who can’t survive without the handouts from the strong and mighty, One’s happy, silly frown

Genome of DNA evolved that can’t support it’s habit to consume gas’ matter, already blown

What in the world does the creator of heaven and earth, the Cosmos itself cares for the Void.

Come into my world, you’ll leave happy that you’ve got the life you’ve been granted, bar none

I fly around in circles lookin’ for what I pray will be my prey for my wife and eaglets’ hunger

For the Truth is only important if you’re not thirsty for the gas, the water, the ice, divine fun

Playin’ with the souls in the things themselves, pretending to be immortally lost, star gazer.

Yes or no and that’s all we want to hear to the question about is there life after evil death?

Pork and beans, to eat or not to eat the miracle fruit to transform the matter into the gas

Ignition of the fumes and implosion into a singularity’s black hole, without LSD or Meth

Eyes get closed on or off of the needle in your arm or leg, here I am talkin’ out mine-ass.

On that path after the last heartbeat, the Tibetan Book of The Dead recollection brings It

A state of being a looker, a watcher of the things that are left alive without you, fade of chit

Into the zone where light cannot reach, no photosynthetic asylums for living cells of Vice

As ugly people mate and reproduce their inferior DNA-kind and enculturate, God’s for ICE.

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r j j stephan, i #AllHippiesHaveDiedOfOldAge2019 #ProtectUS

c. Mardi, March 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 8:88 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Bob Marley #RastamanIonVibration & HITS on youTube #OutOnALimb link @ https://youtu.be/gODh1nsHlPg?list=RDgODh1nsHlPg }

W.W.A.R.D. ?