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Wednesday, October 23, 2019

#FightThePowerIfYouDare #TheHeatIsOn


TOOTH DECAY MATTERS, EH?
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 23, 2019
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There’s no need to get all crazy about it, facts are facts, #FWAAT Canada-Hong Kong rocking
No queen or secretary of state available for comment on insignificance of Trumpism, a viking
What do you think about that? You know that I know what you think, it all comes down Jack
We gotta eat to live, to stay alive it’s either kill or be killed, a homer, raw McDonoh’s BigMaq.

#YellowSnowFlakes or #Shaq, quite a juxtaposition of opposite philosophies of existence, we
Unless you’re a monk livin’ in a cave on a 3 hill island, the Ugly, the Good and the Bad to be
All three formerly mountaintops of volcanoes until Earth shifted the oceans place in Space
An axis shift and a velocity decrease of both the orbit and the wobble-revolution, Sunny Daze.

It’s customary to attempt to crucify your skin and bones in an airless gas chamber, choke up
On the bat, wood to a head like in the olden days when the young bucks ran rampant, #STFU
Steps up and down the ladders and stairways to heaven and around in circular jerks’ parties
Remain calm when you discover the actual Truth about this matrix for unholy spirits’ envies.

Does anything survive the flesh and bone when it’s animation of itself fails into freeze-frame
#DeepFake to the nucleus, now, a video created by Chinese Zen Masters, martyrs of my Tao
You know and I know nothing more than what’s right in front of an open door of perceptions
Cause of the First Cause is the indeterminate principle, not for you to know, perfect 7th sons.

Conditions of the categorical imperative and the metaphysics of the Form and Matter of Id
Wearing nothing at birth and totally ignorant of what had just happened, startled by Light
If lucky or not, here and now is for some but not for all, it’s not All for One and One for All
Glad you could get to the end of the path in One piece, an unbrave, old world of Eve’s Fall.

Utter emptiness outside of this atmosphere, boys and girls have bones in bags’ of acid DNA
Acid moving, eating other moving things after boiling or frying, cooking the meat of holy prey
Truth makes you cry so go ahead and cry on my shoulder, it will All be Over sooner than then
Well, any second of any moment of any night or day, a last breath’s ovum, yo mama’s a hen.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 07:11 PST
{ Drafted while breathin’ in a plastic mask & listenin’ to Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST, they got podcasts too & bumper music of The Isley Brothers #GoForYoGuns link @ https://youtu.be/rzfpeF6_okI  }
 
W.W.A.R.D.?

#ItsTooLateNow #AsAboveSoBelow #WTF that means will blow you away...who's drivin' you home tonight?

S.O.S.
CRANKING IT UP TO 666 DECIBELS
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Lost faith during my last mass that I served as an altar boy in a catholic school of Chicago
Mama dropped me off and left me at some building with strangers, it was the law an elf
City took me years to sever the server from my arteries, turned out to be a crazy, old Joe
Of the man who grew from a boy, from a baby, from a zygote, from a tyranny of the self.

Meat on the bones or on the plate on a bun, either way, it’s meat and it’s gonna decay
Right under our noses, in front of our eyes, while we’re awake or asleep, it’s goin’ away
Soon to be judged and forgotten because it’s forgettable, soon to be eaten pie in the sky
A rose by any other name’s but a rose, a flower of a seed grown with the wink of an eye.

Blurred lines between the light’s glow and the eye cornea recording, in my mini-mind
Serious about the nature of the Truth being exposed, talkin’ to a recorder for the yTube
At some point along the orbital path around the sun, there’s a Kyper belt in utero Pluto
Earth is where it’s always been, rolling around in elliptical circles, wobble the mi, re, do.

Long days and short nights, gravitational tides of the invisible hoax, a story of innocence
A dream state speeding out of napalm’s control, all alone without a guide for the distance
All of us are gonna die, nobody will get out alive, young and old, healthy and the infirm
Every time we roll the dice, we roll sevens and elevens in diamonds, we’re wheat germ!

Tired of the eyes being wide open, taped in kill-Bill mode, had to be done, Sacramento Kings
For yourself or for two, either way you win and can’t ever lose, the girl or the soft dumplings
Extremely fond of this Old Game, 64 squares of mundane by Sacramento Kings’ and the gang
Or is it a queen who wins or loses the micro Black-holes attraction, Eve to Adam, a big bang.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER 23RD, 2019 @ 12:01 AM PST
{ drafted from a distant land between my ears, listenin’ to #ROCK link @ https://youtu.be/J9gKyRmic20 & an #EyePoppin cosmological analysis of astronomical data, link @ https://youtu.be/v2a2ck8k_zU }
W.W.A.R.D.?