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I AIN’T KIDDIN’, IT’S WORM SPERM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 17, 2019

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It took a few years to figure out the Truth about Everything but now I cannot forget about it

Nothing in the stars up there, out there where you look when the Earth spins around in a fit

Pouring your DNA all over the fruit hanging low on the vines of parasites who have no point

Be foolish, ego-lick, run the dozens and have good time in a space you find to smoke a joint.

Burnin’ leaves to change the reality right in front of your eyes, all you hear, smell and taste

Leaves you numb and without any feeling at all, cold and without the blood flow, a lame duck

A mind of unwavering hope to be immortal and never to extinguish the light of God’s haste

Whether many or just One almighty being before our mothers-fathers mated, who GAFF?

In any case, offenses are intended by the wise and crafty who will always win God’s context

It’s not my fault that I have the tools you wish you had but couldn’t handle French pretext

That you would have to live with the germs, the bacteria and you are literally a mere virus

Peaking at the top of the attic below the cathedral roof, a hunchback in 3D for the minions.

Spy? Back to an original sin of tattle-tailing, I’m tellin’ your mama, she’ll tell your fake father

On Holy Week, not Good Monday or Tuesday or even an Advent of Lent’s deep purple feather

Having a heart is not necessary for life to exist on Earth, not here and now now or evermore

Stick a pin in it, the Eagle’s still in flight amongst the golden eggs, azure sky, Zeus’ quasi-ore.

He-men and She-men, She-women and He-women, moving along on the matrix, fertility so?

Doctor orders the genome from the host, doctor is the genome, the donor, dad of hundreds

All look the same, not like the olden days when your friend or brother did the deed also, oh

My God, this is your dream, it’s a nightmare, your child is not your child, it’s the Cisco Kid’s.

Everybody looks like the same ancestor, that guy in the oldest photo you have is NOT the one

Who brought us all down this path of unknown origin and a surprise final ending, lips agape

Do not remind me that my friends and relatives have died, their bones are scorched, god toys

Give me back my bullets now, the logic insults the dumb-asses who listen to the cosmic noise.

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r j j stephan, i - THE header is Spyguysandgals Spyvsspy #SpyVsSpy #PlasticProps -

c. April 17, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #MightyDuo Armstrong & Getty on the One megawatt #Flamethrower Talk 650 KSTE #HideYourProtection }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ForeverIsNowAndThen #TwoPlusTwoAlwaysIsTimesTwoToo

HIT THE BRAKE, HOLY WEEK WISH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 16, 2019

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Miracles happen to those who believe that the possible can happen, that’s not impossible

If and only if the deal is that you get everything you can conceive and will to have in hand

Eating everything that’s healthy to eat so I don’t die younger than my pop, sister and brother

My sister and my mother always knew what I never believed, future shock’s a gift to woman.

The entire reason for this existence is due to the human female’s charm, Eve’s the queen, bow

Not literally but in a figurative kind of display of appreciation for greatness, takin’ it real slow

Inside or outside the paranormal is one and the same place from a diametrically opposite sky

As above, so below is what it all comes down to, if you get the drift, surf’s up so I gotta fly!

Back from the beach after I slammed my head into coastal sand, caught my last wave to die

It’s not that I won’t miss the beauty of her shine in the AM & PM on the bay, I will, I will cry

But I won’t look back to the hundreds of crests and curls I’ve drunk, deeply, some drank me

I wish y’all could have beat California girls but it’s a cosmic speck storm, a holy ape of the sea.

I know and you know when we’ve got to roll, just a minute or two before the trouble begins

Leftists and Rightest all come from somebody’s home, mother and father instinctively erred

Mating without knowing reasons why pregnancy happen to girls, all of ‘em look sidewindered

The guy, boy, man, the kid who allowed guilt to drill for baby concepts, invisibly now I see.

It dang sure ain’t my fault either so let’s just give each other that last shot at this we dream

Undercover or in the great wide-open, it all burns the whole way down because it’s like that

Soon after the alcohol mixes the blood’s feed to the brain, mind burns in effigy, holy cream

Acting appropriately for the sake of the jealous hearted and envious of fortune, bad luck fat.

Playin’ the cards close to the vest and throwin’ myself all in and calling the bluffers’ raises

Winning is what always happens before it happens, it’s an intent of the will of the ego mind

Come over here now honey, nobody’s home but you and me, lost in this cloud’s feckless sea

Shots of #TwoFingers stacked to the ceiling on the way to Hehl’s #WeedWhiskeyAndWillie.

Every moment moves on to the end of the line, can’t ever see it comin’ but pledge to watch it

Ending with empty glasses which were once full to the brim with the liquid jet fuel gettin’ lit

I stayed a little longer, I was a goner, I got you just like the last time, one thing led to another

Your hands were all over me, one last kiss and I had to go, you pulled me back, I fell in lover!

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c. April 16, 2019 A.D. Mardi @ 4:32 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Brothers Osborne #RUM & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/h7wWinwIKnI }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ABrownEyedGirl #Mine @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

 CALCULATE INFINITY’S ESSENCE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 15, 2019

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Holy week being killed and causing a Resurrection, ma and pa gave up on a divine kook-ade

Parasitic paradise it is right here and now, a Savior presenting an empty tabernacle grenade

Roll the stardust of paradise into the North Wind of #LaLaLand, hills havin’ the hungry eyes

Sights for the sore, symbolic bullet-strength national prayer in my bull’s eye, Nazi gods die.

Weaponized simulation of apes’ malfunction, monkeys turned human, empty, hairless mind

Amazed in the sense that there’s only death to avoid while you’re survivin’ a holy-ass jubilee

Completely amazed at the ignorance of the minions, kept on the down-low, an aberrant kind

#Funktastic impression of the charlatans who follow Jesus’ apostles to love, wasted in Time.

On this Holy week before the Resurrection of the man-god, the One son of original Sin

God’s son, immortally conceived in a womb without an impregnated ovum, just an Odin

Comin’ up above the surface wave curl, blue above and below me, Kauai, Hawaii I surf

At the right time, on the right day, a dream of a tunnel puts you into #LaLaLand turf.

Here are some glass beads you can chant prayers upon, hang them from your waistlines

Hails and Our Fathers and Glory Bees, all for the confession of disobedience to law fines

On the way from here to eternity, you either learn well or not, to survive in a cool matrix

It’s all you’ve got, check out the #SpaceX data, that’s your #Nation my man, it’s for kicks!

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 15, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ listenin’ to #Kicks by Paul Revere and The Raiders link https://youtu.be/84L7wRSg2Vk }

 W.W.A.R.D.?