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Tuesday, December 03, 2019

#DistortingTime #64Squares #YourMove #Christmas #Christ #Savior #OriginalSin #ThanksAdamAndEve

A LOSS FOR ALL IS A WIN FOR ONE
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 3, 2019
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With or without power’s knowledge, wisdom dictates to enjoy the moment, it maybe the last
It is an unknown fact about the nature of existence once personal identity ends, death is fast
No sooner do you know that something unusual is happening, heart attack, brain seized styth
It’s only a surprise to the faithfully departed when they’ve been introduced to eternity’s myth.

You have no idea where the answers are but where that is is where you want to be, for sure
Substantial plasma craft manufacturing in an underwater factory, resistance immunity gear
Speed of light interplanetary projects are not for your eyes, creation theory is under hot fire
There’s no man-god savior or holy men or holy women, there’s no angels, just time travel sir.

Eventually everything will be as clear as looking through glass panes, literally eyes wide open
To see and comprehend that nature in front of our eyes and what it means to us, inside Zen
Nothing to lose if you allow intelligence of hairy apes to be the best creation of the gods-play
But it will never remain in stasis, never remain at rest in the sea of queers and snake DNA.

Fate of the merciful is the same as the fate of the morons, idiots and thieves, mouth agape
Soul all gone and just the rotting flesh without the verve to Move it in a circle, it’s all on tape
Recorded for your edification when being judged by a benign criticism of imaginary goldust
Millions of dollars spent and never earned, just stolen from the labor of the workers’ Lust!

Retired to the back room to anoint the scam, a coup de ta and a scream of ooh la la, ecstatic
Orgasmic phantasm of acid for the animation of dead dirt and rock, God’s occult analgesic
In a dance with the death of my own 208 bones, muscles and organs in tact, still thriving Id
Host of the One, no discriminating against me just because I died tonight, I’m still here, kid!

Plain as the monkeys eating dogs colored to appear like a tiger with stripes, hungry ape sheet
Existentially yours and mine just because we got lucky and entered an egg/sperm DNA feet
Suicide, patricide, matricide, either way, mortality seems to be a waste unless it’s a nightmare
Upon awakening, the dream’s exposed to our Self as just a joke, #FakeNews, we be #Woke!

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r j j stephan, i
c. MARDI, FREEZEMBER 3RD, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST
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W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, December 02, 2019

#EverythingIsBroken #SpeedOfLightExceeded #PanHandleMe #ArmstrongAndGettyRadioShow #EINSTEINIAN #CCR #Dylan #Lavette & #MastersOfWar

ATOMIC MERCURY, H2O & WINE
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God and the gold buried deep in the planet Earth, it’s unknown what’s outside, Done
Men and possibly some women have manufactured the historical hysteria of solo mio
A place in Space occupied by an imaginary being, yourself, myself, ourselves and chit
What we have in the pot in the middle of nowhere, microbial Life and Death of DNA1.

Of course, snow on the mountains cannot be avoided when the dirt and stone froze, to save
No sunshine from the burning, blown star, the sun, apollo of our dream’s dark, sacred cave
Where we through ancestral heritage hid from the predators who wanted to eat our young
To rape the females of the tribes of our roaming carnivore grandfolks, they smelled of dung.

In a crushing, toxic atmosphere, something survives and pretends to be living chimera-self
Alter-ego, super-ego or just the Id-ego runs amok during the season to be the jolly holly elf
Nutrients added to a complex of agar, the universe’s cosmic slop yield the virus’ bacterial arms
Creation of the things that move, animated by nothing other than pure blown atom charms.

OK, alright, it’s going to be fine, no reason to panic just because you swapped kingdom come
From conception of your being in the womb of your mother, merged DNA of flagellate scum
Above and below the Mason–Dixon line there is nothing but the dirt, rocks and T-bone racks
Hung muscle and sinew under colored wrapping of thin skin that allows penetration of crack.

Fundamentals are important after the fact but prior to the Big Bang, you and I are Nothing
You must take this fact to heart as a blind faith belief without absolute proof other than logic
Reason suggests that our conclusions are based upon highly probable premises, argued well
That you may have a rational conclusion based upon facts and assumptions, you’ll go to hehl.

Whether in a spirit’s soul form, ethereal, undetectable social something, program’s corrupted
Molecular light of the cosmic and gamma rays perpetuate this myth of being immortally dead
Praying to the long gone ones who came before us who remain gulping air and water, recycler
That seems to be all you can conclude, simply Nothing, I’m drunk in God’s womb, MotherF!

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r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, FREAKZEMBER 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST
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Sunday, December 01, 2019

#EveWasMean #MeanWomanBlues #LoveAdam #TruthBeToldByMe @PINK #PINK @KebMo' @KebMo'

4 OUT OF 3 IS A GROOVE OF SCAT *
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If there is a sign of the Times going around this third rock from a red giant-dwarf ho ho ho
Life is not easy if you give up and give in to the powers that overwhelm y’all and me, eh bro
We’ve gone from crawling to walking to jumping ahead in Time’s Space, secret UFO visits
We are the aliens, we are the Ones who came to inhabit this land of the free, you dipshitz!

As above with the supernatural occult system, so below in our mother natured, sacred bones
208 of them to buy some time while the strategy is reconnoitered and implemented to drones
Volunteer or be drafted into the defense of the motherlands, off to the hoosegow for godsons
While the daughters remain either under man’s thumb or under the dead weight of assassins.

A philosopher wrote once, if you realize that you can think at all, you have proof that you is
It’s nobody’s business other than my own that the zen question is always, ‘To be or not to be?
It’s the only question to which an answer won’t suffice, language’s ambiguity on, gamma rays
Become and fade, random series’ of mental constructs in a coherent diatribe for, End of days.

Fulfillment of the empty, soulless chimeras intent on making believe that you’re dust in wind
Blown on or off course by random movement of action and reaction, First Cause is in motion
Anywhere, anytime there’s a need for either speed or greed, just give me a ring, I will be there
From Bangor to Calexico, we’ve been related to those who built it from a scratched love affair.

I’ve got moments to decipher the turd scat we’ve been given, secret societies of the inhumane
Bugs crawl all over us, pretending to care about the same things, family, friends, all our blood
Indeed, they could care less than the windshield splatters of the innocent on my E street pain
Merciful and formidable force to be reckoned with by the wild eyed, adult kids of purple rain.

Pretty in purple or pink but especially hot Pink Sin that gets the eyes to arrest the attention
For as long as it takes to whip up the essence in the centrifuge, there’s hardly an option now
If and only if we all come to the identical conclusions based on the critical unknown quantum
Geometric progression is an end in itself, the beauty of the curved lines of the ground schtiks.

You and I see what we see y’all and so it goes, day after day, pink or blue DNA of the sheeple
It pays to give a percentage to the flights out of this world, who wants my stats in this world?
Be surprised if I discovered that doom was on the event horizon headed to the south and west
KYPD is not a radio or TV station, find the meaning & join, work your soul until it turns gold.

It’s DNA, us, them in perfect harmony, I’m in sync, doin’ the same damn thing all over again
Got an itch, then my foot got a cramp, woke me up out of a dead sleep, I was so drunk on gin
I mean launched into outerspace outside of this Earth’s atmosphere, into cosmic wavelength
Yeah, you got it, you know what I’m talkin’ about, it’s all been smoked to ashes, I am, before.

Heaven on Earth with some rhythm and blues goin’ in and out of your 208 bones of senses
This is all there is my enemies and friends are all in this lifeboat together, without consent
Freedom, Liberty, Justice are the Trilogy of what you and I will never have for ourselves
Famous Amos cookies can’t be found between planetary space, without the eggs, #GetBent!

Blind men usually don’t talk and deaf and dumb women usually don’t hear a WORD, phuqd
That is the sound of despair for the probability and possibility that you’re NOT a dreamin’ tic
On the black back of the eternal Void, it’s not our fault, we take no responsibility to be sucked
A creator who makes a toy out of Nothing, can do anything, even this abandoned ship schtick.

I’m used to wakin’ up every day since I found out this One rule, that we’re puppets on the air
Everything we say and everything we do from birth to death is recorded on a burnt out dog
Backward from backwoods, can’t spell god but I can spell dog, even pop swap a ‘d’ & a ‘g’ hair
Small, infinitesimal electrons of atoms rule this world, you got it? Consciousness raised now?

There was no Adam, there was no Eve, there was no mortality sins of the flesh against Mama
It’s all a hunk of Vanilla Fudge on a platter for the minions to feast on a giving of thanks to Pa Significance of pyramids’ steepled churches can not be denied, fear of the evil, death android
Can’t stand facts of doom and gloom, we’re lookin’ out from the inside of a black hole, a Void.

by
r j j stephan, i
*HEADER IS PIG DNA, IT IS PinkPower of the #CosmicSlop you know as...HERE & NOW!
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