#tVoid #Carnivores & #Herbivores & #Omnivores

TOOLS, WEAPONS, HOMO ERECTUS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 24, 2019

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Your guess is as good as mine, evolutionary Earth wobbles, orbits and ad infinitum repitition

Happened one and nine tenths million years ago, early man was a trapper, for food and fur

Tools of bone and trophies of the anima skulls aligned on the cave wall’s ledge of dirty gold

Prey killed might be you except for your ingenuity, kill or be killed for two million years, sold.

A theory left by the evidence buried underground and through signs scratched into cave walls

Fire and the ice left over when it’s gone forever are the blocks used to let me get here to write

About blown covers, misaligned intent to do what thou wilt, disfigured my 208 bones’ space

Menudo of Homo Habilis and Homo Erectus become what we are, these Homo Sapiens’ guts.

Cooked food, digests quicker than the raw junk of death’s leftovers, fat guts and fire create us

Lookin’ for trouble after existence has terminated, finding it, a socially accepted happy space

Extinction of all species, ours and all species animated or endangered is immanent, in Time

Into a black hole and I mean deeply, past the Event Horizon, mind distortion to the sun sign.

Pretending that moderation is enough to succeed at surviving is the death of you and yours

Perfection’s imperfection is that it is allowed to exist inside of an ignoramus or a gym rat

Primitive or modern, great white apes mutated from the chimp into a human-divine blood

Indeed, anthropological and historical records carbon dated, yields stupid, killer apes of God.

Run and hide from the things that are hungry enough to want to smell your blood, to eat you

Burying the bones after burning the fleshly organic matter that keeps the thing alive, moving

It is what we know well, how to hide the deceased, to provide protection from scavenger teeth

Explosion of your genes from your ancestors and on to your descendants, you civilized seat!

Earth and other planets revolve about the nuclear star, Father sun, for the love of the group

No other higher reason for the 93 million mile trip every year on Earth, nuggets of mama

Round, not square, tribe killers of the good, bad and ugly species’ forms of every kind, anima

Eating humans, breaking bad boys and good girls, hunters of man drank all of cosmic soup.

Underwater and underground, from the beaches to the top and bottom of a hot cosmic stew

Citizens who have been protected from the Truth will never find It, It is hidden in the light

Fascinated with the points, the lines, the figures and shapes, the colors from red to blues

Dead and buried, the Truth is out there, in here, it loosens the chains, I’m Nothing to fight.

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r j j stephan, i { *Sculpture of the header is #TheKiss by @AugusteRodin, 1889 A.D. }

c. April 24, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while in random-stasis, listenin’ to #TheHistoryOfEarth on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RQm6N60bneo }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RareEarth #LocomotionCommotionCollision #CollusionDelusion #EaglesLegacy

AGNOSTIC, HOLY, BLUE HOLE, #YO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 23, 2019

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Vegetables and love will not keep you alive without the supplemental vitamin D & E sins

To continue to reproduce the same kind of beings, human genome DNA bleeds origins

Only One to the many, the myriad of central peripherals headed to new kid jungle-lands

Here and now angered into a collusion with the friends of my enemies I never, ever knew.

More than one cloud hovered over the anointed temple but no rain ever came, cubed ice

Rolling the rocks off of the cliff and watching them bounce down below with #NoWayOut

Grounded in a subterranean paradise with the company a holy hermit would die for, twice

Starving and never quenched by swallowing the spit of DNA trusted, It taught me to pout.

Don’t ask your father, he ain’t there, don’t ask your mama, she ain’t there, don’t ever ask me!

Choices you’ve made brought you here and now lookin’ for the end of the line’s sorrow spree

Killed the fear of the anger with pure love and compassion for the ones I shared the air fizz

Everybody, good, bad, ugly, living, dead or yet to be, all DNA collides, It’s ad infinitum bliss.

Bridges built to move on the grounded foundation, above as below incarnated, miniaturized

Time and Space appeared out of nowhere for no reason other than the rationale rationalized

Making the innocent, the unprotected and the weak, feel comfortable inside a mortal head

Peek outside the box to the outer limits of the twilight zone, It is there, revving up the dead.

Beginning at the moment of conception, without a name for the skin and bones, I am still one

Only one way back when the intrusion of the gamete into the Easter egg becomes like me, fun

You asked for it or maybe you didn’t but lost it, out of self control, One moved, of burnt blood

Named after your father, you’re junior or Sonny and I’m not laughin’ used up the good mood.

Magic spell incantation to get me through the darkness of the hallway between here and now

Pleading with myself to wake up and smell the coffee, perked a pot by six, hot-glass fog-glow

Something new or nothing in particular is just a matter of the Cause and Effect of Void bliss

Singularity and an Event Horizon are First Cause and Final Effect, now Yoyo, gimme a kiss!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. April 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the Eagles #SevenBridgesRoad #PeacefulEasyFeeling & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NjofshOBV5s }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#GuiltyConscienceofTheNation #BubonicPlagueUFO #DevilsBible #Catecombs #ExpertInEvilLive #ScienceOfScribes #ExorciseThis

@RunawayJune

FLOCKS FLEECED, KISS THIS YOU...

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 22, 2019

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Sure I’m a creepy kinda meme but just for the record, it’s sufficiently necessary lady and gent

Lady realms to be lived and died within, undercover skin and bone, One mind on a red cent

Puckered up for theoretical morality, Time’s in or out, holy sheets, anarchists’ fist of fears

Uglier than Bad and Good not just a rooster-struttin’ Singularity but #DickWords in boxers.

Always, sometimes and often or maybe never, ever while I’m alive, explain the Void above

Down to the core of the planetary matter where remnants of hot Earth burn like a spirit/dove

Completed the substitute for the unknown, the factor of x being whatever I am not, the Void

Nothing to see here, I am not a teacher, just a bulldog, creator-son of an immigrant android.

In the Parochial mode of being a boy, a man, a good one who is trained by avoidance of guilt

To be Good-Evil is a Free Choice of the Free Mind within, inherited via DNA inter-court silt

On a burned out rock, a living form of life from another place in Time-Space’s data dumped

In the beginning, stolen kiss or magnetic, mutual attraction to the holy tingle we trumped.

Meaning and the intent to manipulate the forms in this matrix is all you have, gold is lead

Nothing but an empty mind and a debunked theory of consciousness left to gestate, swallow

It’s hard to do but if you just pucker up and close your eyes just before you grab Archie’s head

Never to see the freckles or smell the bad breath, eternal high school guy, dreamin’ I’m dead.

Paying off Karma I’ve owed since the fifteen other times I’ve lived and died on a spidery web

Confronted with others, not brothers or sisters of same movement in the bloody, #alt hubbub

Kissin’ and makin’ up by makin’ out, gettin’ made in a flock of a herd, like a gang on the block

Dragged down from innocence, being an orphan from starlight, there’s an idiot in every flock.

Key to the lock is to forget why you were conceived and born to the #HereAndNow, just Be

Like exactly nothing more than anything else since you are all that it is, you’re the enchilada

In a black hole or at the event horizon on the speed of light way to a singularity, so what the...

You can kiss It goodbye when the lights go out, One thing left to do, kiss This, more whiskey!

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 22, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ ... listenin’ to Aaron Tippin Moments on youTube #KissThis #MeAndYouWereThrough #Goodbye in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gaVnU6yHwSI }

 W.W.A.R.D. ?

#God #Holly #Holy #Hole #Ho #H2 #Fear #Sorrow #Loathing #SacredLove #Bollywood #Hollywood #HolyWorld #BlackHoles #WhiteDwarves

#HolyCowHydrogen

HE AROSE FROM DEAD ANGEL SEX

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 21, 2019

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No juice for the thirsty and no blood left to flow in veins or streams or rivers to seven seas

What is the Holy gold for the wasted radiation of the lead and plutonium, the suns of fleas

Atomic and nuclear reactions to compression’s gravitational collapse, free-masonic rocks

Queens in need of a temple for worship of the Void’s nothingness, oil, holy underground.

Speed of light is faster than an eye blink, becoming ignorantly enlightened with wisdom

From the future time to the past time in Space’s void matrix, you and I become this One

Think of the thing dreaming before you awaken and then opening your three eyes, widely

To know the Truth of this dream within A Dream is to become alienated from the Hostess.

Neither Cupcakes, Snowballs or Twinkies will kill you if you eat them before you die, DUH!

Murder is nothing but annihilating your own essence of being, your ego and hot rod’s bonfire

What moves the thing you call your body of bones is a manifestation of a singular, divine idea

To lie down flat on your back and drop into an eternal coma, for the good, bad and the uglier.

Alright to eat the C6H12O6 designed into eggs, chicks’ peeps, malted cow milk balls’ plastics

Way to high and dry to become enlightened with the grace left over to my minions & spastics

Ones without parents or significant others, in a military herd of killers who protect Liberty

Slavery of bones that move when ordered, to manipulate thoughts and matter, is AOK I see.

I’m not what you see or who you hear or who you think I was tomorrow, mind bent backward

What I am is a thing, like other things, first I was not here, now I am and one day, I won’t be

That’s all, no angels in heaven, no satanic drones in #Hades or purgatorial purge, no dad, ma

Why didn’t you say it, didn’t want to ruin the trip, so innocent and tender, Oh My God, dear!

Let me get this straight, I won’t see any of the dead I knew in heaven or hell? There is none

Therefore, the purpose for living life here on Earth is an accident of fortune and Void space

Nothing personal to it, no punishment for crimes committed, guilty or innocent, Bliss’ ace

Sorting the Good from the Evil and siding with one or the other, it’s the Way, a winged One.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. April 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Subsequently, a dead man’s tomb, Stone rolled away, be blinded by light, see E=mC2 ! }

*drafted while watchin’ ROFLing, listenin’ to #MontyPythonsHolyGrail on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GDT2YOg8WSQ }

 #NoHolySorrowInTheWorldTomorrow

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HolesInTheWorld #HolesInOurHeads #HolesWithTheGloryOfOneness

OUR LADY, #420 @NotreDame *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 20, 2019

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Puffin’ the atmosphere, Isis, lady of the darkness, deep space, Notre dame eyes’ eagle spirit

Nothing but a void, a mere essence of matter that has not become anything at all, zip, zilch

Out on a limb of the only tree on the rocks of the sea, decisions will be made, I’m all this It

All there is as far as I can tell, there’s nothing more nor less than a holy, archeology gambit.

Tuned up Time travelers cannot come back a minute later than the moment they leave, No!

Once the planet is left, the thing cannot be the same when it returns, astronaut twins mutate

Inside the gravitational force on the surface of an old burned-out star core, we dream it’s US

Yet it is not, it’s a place in space that will annihilate in a New York minute, on a magic bus.

It ain’t my fault at all that I’m here and now and that I won’t be in a random, finite android

Since I’m here and I’ve got the bully pulpit, the silent Truth spills, divulges what it is, All of it

A bit here and a byte there, eventually the apple gets bit, chewed, eaten, swallowed and shat

Not because of any small reason other than a random collision of atomic, microcosmic void.

A privilege or two behind your eyes, lucky to have been here for a microsecond, in this world

Back in the Past and taken to this Present on the way to the immanent Future, Zen egg fried

Solving a mystery which is moderately concerning, that solution will lead to extinction’s fan

That variation of DNA that cracks the secret code is not in a human body, it’s humanity itself.

Modification of your comprehension of this Reality from this day forward is inevitable, ready

Get set and just go when you’re gone, look at it this way, where are your ancestors now lefty?

Even if you don’t swing politically correct, there is a space to occupy in the cosmic egg entity

Easter, Christmas, Life and Death, Oneness of Nirvana is the luck of the Irish in Notre Dame.

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r j j stephan, i { *HEADER is what your essence looks like from the outside, now #GitGit }

c. April 20, #420, 2019 A.D.

{ *drafted while listenin’ to Eagles IN The Eagle's Den #HoleInTheWorldTonight & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9BQUpPVqlm0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AnArrangedMarriageAboveAndBelow #SpaceTimeInfinity #HappyGoodFriday ...anyway, nobody stays dead forever, right? Not even God or @JohnnyComeLately ! #FWAAAT ? #NightAfterNight

NO PROBLEM SENOR, MUCHACHOS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 19, 2019

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A good Friday to die, to brand the legend of God born, lived & died on dirty, #MotherEarth

Made an entire world follow the #Teachings of a #Teacher who had a dead sacred, red heart

No record of the actual writings of the most famous man to conquer death on Earth, old Plato

No, not the mainstream’s notion of the killing by soldiers, heavenly sent sin, crucifixion blow.

Put into a hotrod, low-riding bullet which catches the front tires on fire, on #PinkMoons

You are going to spring a flower up from the seed, down with the roots, up the buffoons’

Xylem and phloem from your lips to God Almighty's eyes, at least the Void of your seeds

Here are the possibilities, voters are as ignorant as SOME of the incumbency, lead bleeds.

Whippin’ up the nests of eagles and the hippies who live in caves and waves of coastal waters

The dream of the peaceful innocence of birds catching fish in the sea to murder and starwars

Hey, sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do, that’s what my daddy told me, OMG, no!

I am what you are, I’m not what I am, now that’s a process that boosts your testosterone flow.

There is a hole in the world, in my world not yours, you’re perfectly adjusted arses, cold as ice

I know nothing very well, in fact you more than me if you know anything at all, roll the dice

Stop the inbound chatter about the Notre Dame hunchbacks, Saint Patrick homeless, nerds

Interfere with your investigation and you will go down in flames, you’ll be destroyed birds!

In a form of vernacular, unfamiliar to most I’ll speak Latin for a moment, #CogitoErgoSum

Thinking is suspect to begin with, all it’s cracked up to be, high IQ dedicated to a modicum

Of nature’s essence to your own, you are in a Void sir and madame, back allies of #PeterPans

‘x’ & ‘y’ #Collusion, a #HighRoad, your mama, #ObstructJustice for the gods hate orphans!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. April 19, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST 

{ drafted listenin’ to @Armstrong &Getty on @Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST, prejudiced against old people runnin’ the USA, FWAAT #WTF anyways, Breaktime listenin’ to @WARTheBand AllDayMusic on youTube link https://youtu.be/prFVipovIQI & ThingsINeverNeeded by #GracePotter at #Daryl'sPlace on youTube link at https://youtu.be/kc1Oqz1RBqc}

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#GenomeAndMaybelline #ShipAhoy #TheOJays #MarilynMonroe

GENOME AND MABELLINE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 18, 2019

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Why can’t you be true? Oh, you are true, I’m the one who is false but it ain’t all my fault

Everybody’s got a story in the naked city, nobody gets out of this life alive by void default

In particular and in general, the meaning of life is a matter of blind faith, war’s hipsters

Live in health and happiness if you get a choice, do well unto your brothers and sisters.

Full of youth and the evil money of the bones and skulls, beauties clubbed by beasts, mated

Conceived this racket of revolution, cellular mitosis of the culture onto my extinct forehead

On the nature of carryin’ weapons of peace, my hands, arms, knees and feet, a jet in stealth

Extreme force required if and only if the fear of personal death exceeds the fear of my Self.

True, don’t doubt it, if you know what you can do with your opinion’s #WhiteTrash flocks

Up the hill, down on the mountainside in the backwoods or in the middle of the boondocks

That is home, sweet home just like the middle of the concrete and steel in the suburban city

Until the great grandsons and grandnieces of the elite become the stardust’s hot tamale.

Hunger and thirst will get you to the pollution and maggot infested dead meat, you’ll starve

When matter cannot consume itself it withers away into what cosmic dust is able to thrive

Until a gravitational collapse of the Time and Space that the Singularity hides, if & only if

A required condition is that something is dreaming this polkadot, man or alien being’s motif.

On a space ship or a time slip in a worm hole, movement of a thing itself is all you can ‘er see

It’s the cause and effect of the Liberty and absolute Freedom only tigers enjoy, killer of slaves

I’ve got arrows and bows, silent annihilators of my life’s consciousness, shark-like tidal waves

Comin’ here and there on ships, divin’ in and out of undrinkable salt H2O, low on Vitamin C.

As above this plane of the planet’s cracked, salted sand so below it’s surface down to the core

Symbolically inert signs of war and peace, good and evil, genius and idiots, takes one to know

That what I am and what you are is the form of matter, as it evolved from the cosmic score

A random cell of inert matter in the form of hydrogen and oxygen gases collide into a flow.

It ain’t true that that bottle of sleeping pills fell into your mouth, forced you to swallow 50

Dead and gone before the flashing lights and hubbub down in the #Hollyweird silent movie

What was that Elton John sang about in that song, #NormaJean goodbye and buenos noches

Nothing personal, just a good girl in the wrong place available to the leeches’ nasty roaches.

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r j j stephan, i {*People will rob their own brother! - Cain & Abel ha! }

c. April, 18, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to The O'Jays #Money & #ShipsAhoy & olden HITS ‘bout lettin’ MONEY, ALMIGHTY DOLLARS change you..... don’t let it.....keep on keepin’ on link @ https://youtu.be/Ll3uipTO-4A & a video tribute to Marilyn_Monroe https://youtu.be/mZ-4CeILy90 }

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W.W.A.R.D. ??

#ViciousTricycle #JackOfAllTrades & #MasterOfNone #GettinOver #AnywayWeCan #NoBackStabbin

XOXOXOXOXOXO

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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r j j stephan, i { #GetWellSoon Stevie Nicks’ face is the header<3 a="" class="_58cn" data-ft="{"type":104,"tn":"*N"}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/godspeedbaby?source=note&epa=HASHTAG" target="_blank">#GodSpeedBaby

}

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!

by

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.?

#WordsToSay #NoneOfYourBusiness #Weezer #Coachella2019

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THINK DREGS, #COACHELLA FUEL

 by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 14, 2019

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Yeah, that’s me thinkin’ about bein’ underground, under a stone, my head’s busted, nothing

Why I came and where I went after the bones quit movin’ is the question for the once living

I am what I am, it is dead to you and your friends, your relatives, both dead and alive now

Present time’s space and in the future Space of the Past, I dreamt of a comical, Cosmic crow.

Waiting every day and night to resurrect myself and become erect for the DNA spigot spout

But something is missing, I think I know what it is but it’s impossible to know if you’re alive

Everybody and everything that lives must die, it’s the required progress of returning to Void

Recollect before your Ma & Pa conceived your DNA combo? No foolin’ Odin, Zeus or Lloyd!

Call it what it is, a miracle of spontaneous combustion of acidic essence of The Cell, The One

It’s always One for All and All for One, like the Three Musketeers, troubles for One are Many

Insignificant, invisible, undeniable plethora of a smoke, a film, no memory of host, it’s worse

A Being alone in Space, spinning clocks’ Time axis's Space of Earth’s body, I’m a starburst?

Back to the grounds of being under the rock of stone ages, no sound, no sight just stone cold

Demons of the republic’s social system want to excrete the genome back into the DNA pool

To mix the menudo back into the hodge podge mess of revolution of the masses to con itself

Into masticating and digesting the enculturation inherited from gypsies, tramps and thieves.

My name’s not as important as the factoid that my father impregnated my mother by surprise

There was no invitation to mate or to gestate for 9 months in the darkness’ warm, black hole

Where you think you can go if you get to a threshold of the #EventHorizon, matter turns dark

Squashed into a Singularity where I’m all of It, One God’s ‘FX’, a stoned philosopher’s snark!

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #LIVE #Coachella2019 with the other 3 & a half zillion snarks on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bAS_E1D0UXw }

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#InstantaneousKnuckleBalls #HellICantRememberWhereImFrom - @JonothanWinters { after being struck by lightening on the way to the @JohnnyCarson show ROTLMAO }

NOTHING’S IN THE PICTURE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 13, 2019

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DNA is one thing and Nothing is the absence of everything, it ain’t so, atomic anti-matter

No past, present or future timing of the revolutions and orbits’ of souls higher, much holier

Than thou and thine neighbors, crazy mothers of fathers showed the way, basic pullin’ train

Gravitational collapse into the corpses all up and down the scales, played the music insane.

My gas’ mix must be without cosmic dust, it suffocates bronchial tubes’ mitochondrial draw

To breathe in and out the wrong mixture on Earth is akin to breathin’ moon atmosphere raw

That I am here and now is a miracle in itself, the fact that I’m able to elucidate nothing’s face

What I will is what becomes the reality, alive and well in front of my eyes, songs and Grace.

Not as lonely as it appeared at first, the measure of the excitement is the flying of the time

It is merely the paying no attention to the passage of the things that age with Earth spins

It all makes sense in some bizarro world where everybody does something for nothing at all

Dreamin’ of runnin’ around in circles to pretend that Life will mean something, oh, The Fall.

Therefore, assuming that DNA and RNA on Earth are a spontaneous result of the Big Bang

Nothing more or less to say than that, One take away one leaves None, that’s it sweet thang

Shoot a messenger for the e=Mc2 equation, it ain’t my fault that Love’s a sight for sore eyes

It’s the Charm and Quarks that will show the way to the mind over shit-babies wales & cries.

Reflected in the mirror, the glass of the watery surface of cess, are you kiddin’ me loose-lips

We and the UFO aliens who never mix it up with us since they’d be warping the Time slips

If and only if you have been moved by logic and reason to the inescapable ends, dead ones

Symbolic Ends and Means, desperate in fear and loathing, holy souls’ 12-gauge shotguns!

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r j j stephan, I *Header is a DNA strand, what you’re made of if you’re a fool or not!

c. Saturday April 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

* drafted listenin’ to Everlast #Ends & #chit on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MjiMqeD-lrs

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SunRefusedToShineToday #SeeItNow #SacredCumLaude

A SURFIN’ PILL, A PONY & WAHINI *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 13, 2019

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It’s finally a done deal, the statue of limitations has passed and it’s safe to shout it to herds

I’m so proud of the facts of life I’ve been privileged to discover before my last day over here

In a very delicate space, everywhere I step, everywhere I roll, anything can happen, my dear

Not being condescending with that said, it’s a terminology acceptable only with last words.

Lazy in New York City and busy in Los Angeles, runnin’ from Chicago to the sanctuary loop

Where all of the huddles masses go back and forth from the lake shore to the suburbia, poop

Not because anybody is evil or bad, it’s just that the Good has shared the wealth with the Ugly

Children of rice and corn, amused, holy farmers and city slickers, we all, hella giggity giggity.

Colloquial speculation of a time after death and before birth, is a chimera of a neighborhood

We call it God as in God is good, the Earth, the Moon, the Sun and all stars in my holy blood

Look outside of the box you’ve found reading the words that point to the essence of a slave

It is indeed, the treasure inside of the empty chest of inherited heirloom writing in a cave.

If you knew what you really don’t want to know, it would kill your verve and will to be happy

Not because of any other reason than there is nothing but a dream happening to us, baby!

Being happy is an option for the lucky, fortune brings the genetic combination to the fruit

Falls from music notes on a tree of ancestors in Ill, Tenn and Cali or Rome, “Now, git, git!”

I dig that dear john note without another, in a heart’s song the holy soul vanishes without it

In a ghost’s spirit of being something and nothing at the same time, in space and outer space

Never, never would you want to wish one of your three wishes away with a magic wand’s fit

Waving wands without occult spells works in backfire reverse, Will to Power in a pretty face.

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 13, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

*Header is a wahini cum-min’ to the top of a warm wave comin’ out of the #CosmicSoup }

{ drafted while listenin’ to Chris Cornell #BlackHoleSun #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2xvnBaxH78k }

#FINIS