@DierksBentley #DrunkOnAPlane #ThereIsNoReturn #PointOfNoReturn #RightHere #RightNow #SolarEvent #SupernovaMe #CoverMe @BruceSpringsteen @ZZTop @Eurythmics @Keb'Mo' @EdgarAllenPoe

TIGHT FORCE, QUARK OF A 7th SON

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 14, 2019

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Above or below the convents of the deep, dead fish nibbling at a mission to Mars’ sea urchins

Moving around the coasts, up, down, north to south, in perpetual retrograde’s One mortal sin

What happened and what is happening and what will happen later today or tomorrow’s blaze

It will be what will be on this evolutionary globule of universal particulars, a psychotic phase.

Mission of the gods is endangered by the justification of being a zero on the Timeline image

To the left is the nugatory and to the right is the positron of atomic electrons and a neutron

Pedal to the metal for you on the narrow way, make an analogy and find the only Truth here

Breathe in and out, the gas’ risky mixture of earthen H2o, UV light’s On us, I dropped a dime.

Here’s a woodpecker and here is an astronaut who fly in and out of deep, gravitational graves

What they see is exactly what you get, nothing more nor less than all there is, every One of Us

Amazed at 4 fingers pointing back to oneself when you point the index at the Void’s empty pi

Blown horns, beaten drums, plucked nylon string theories on point, melody’s chorus is high.

An argument for failure at exploring the unknown Void outside Earth’s blue bubble of Zip

Nothing here to see, don’t even try to radiate your brainwaves of UV and Infrared, Skippy

Peanut butter and sweat out of the body of knowledge, suckin’ the wisdom into jam’s jelly

Air, wind, fire, heat, dirt, Earth are the essence of Stars, all of them and we’re all One, RIP.

On a mission to Uranus between Saturn and Neptune, mankind found the origin of rocks

Blown Hollywood stars of talkies and movies, cosmic joker of walkin’ & talkin’ on the block

Love me not is what the picked petals of the sunflower said, loud and clear, All’s OMG error

What is, what was and what will be, the things that move, then think and evolve Ego mohair.

Plants, animals, rocks that roll from mountains into the deep blue sea, minus H2O, a potato

Appearance of the forms is deceiving once the substance elevates or devolves, essence of zero

Nothing outside of the things of atoms, stuff of molecular animation in the matrix’ of fossils

God-Dog mankind decided a Queen Bee is the sacrosanct stooge of divinity, science of shills.

I sit quietly and unknown on the sandy beach in the darkness of the night, other side of Mars

Spun out in doughnut shaped elliptical revolution from the Original flavor of a nutty whore

It’s all inside my ionic substance and the recollection of that which Was, Is Poe’s #Nevermore

On a mission, formed into a philosophy of exploding gas, needled sheeple tattoos’ blue scars.

Slit and severed by swords and knives of the braves, warriors feared no crunched plant dope

Changed their fear of death into the carelessness of full bravado, extinction or life’s fake hope

OMG #tricky dream when a body becomes dead & buried, mind’s eyes survive, GD holy fuss

Red or white giants in dark decay, I collide, I am a One, a #Google, I’m the 7th son of Chaos.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, FREEZEMBER 14TH, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted in ignorance, being enlightened by #TheFutureOfSpaceExploration @ https://youtu.be/_i-zvbQ3p1g & listenin’ to #OldMan by #BestOfZZTop @ https://youtu.be/A3NHOVZe54Y }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@MiraclesArePretendingMagicIsReal #DoYouBelieveInMagic? #PowerTrain @COLTRANE @TRAIN

NO MAGIC OVER HERE

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A WILL WILLED TO G-WILLY’s DNA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 13, 2019

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Seen the places that I had to go from the TV screen and LIFE magazines of a high God’s 60’s

When bad men were making good men fight to keep the peace, incarcerated in freeze frames

A oneness from either a guitar, a horn, animals’ skins and the graves of their bones’ hole void

Hubble’s spherical horizon is the edge of an immortal anti-ecosystem of destroy and destruct.

Blown out & sucked in from a microscopic, alpha magnetic spectrometer lookin’ in the atom

Dark matter is God, that is why you reach a Void when you seek to find an Origin, pond scum

Here is the syllogistic defense of the indefensible, professors’ intelligence is ignorance’s hoax

Pretending to be wisdom’s knowledge, the light and sound mix a Void’s cosmic soup, I phixx.

God is Dog spelled backward for a reason right? You know and I know what it is, leap of faith

Do the best you can from a second in Time to seventy or a hundred, DNA’s acid of the wraith

Always here, now, has always been everywhere, always just up the creek by the dog pounds

Press off buttons, pull the chains, speak English in the Tower of Babel, release all my hounds.

Birth defects from the plants being smoked, the food being eaten, the fire water being drunk

Frogs disappeared from the habitat, up from the delta, junction 193 & riverflow off Hwy 49

So cook the 49er miners named it Cool, California because it catered to the miner’s gold ore

Found between basalt rocks and pebbles, it’s a God particle of the matrix’ grape, a fine wine.

At the right time in the right place, the midgets and the giants cast their votes on televisions

Vulnerable and impervious at one and the same time, the immortality is a #FakeNews dream

Given by cardinals, priests, popes and dictatorial human Order of the Void, black jack’s Sins

X marked the spot, we dug down to the core, found gold and buried it to save God’s gold bins.

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r j j stephan, i

c. VENDREDI, Freezember 13th, 2019 A.d. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ drafted in a vacuum of full emptiness, all of the Nothing gathered in One place in Space, listenin’ to #ImNoAngel by Gregg Allman on loop link @ https://youtu.be/NWNKHi2joJE }

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#GearUpForUnforgetable #MoveOnUpToTheWestSide #FarSide #FarOut

WHAT SKY IS, IT CAN’T BE, IT AIN’T

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 12, 2019

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On a clear day, we can see for miles and on a foggy one, we can’t see in front of our One face

It doesn’t matter much in the long run, either you’re incinerated, lost at sea or ground buried

No matter which way it goes, bottom line is the Unknown suddenly becomes a known trace

Queens don’t wear knickers and the gist of the WAR is to swallow the queen, as she did me.

My spunk and the swallowing of the germs that die in the stomach acid, is all I have to show

For my existence since my conception and the following situation, step by step, inch by inch

It creeps right along as if I want it to be that way, I suggest rethinking the strategy approach

In the end, you and I will see the only way it can be, empty space with a microscopic suckin’.

It’s dope and it’s the way of the warrior who treads up and down the middle path, road of Pi

Where 3.14 is the god of the Earth, diameter and circumference of the rocky dirt of blue sky

Invalid arguments of syllogistic types seriously persuade the opposite of the kid’s filet gumbo

Big Burger Bob cuttin’ and fryin’ the cow flesh, BBQ or fried, it’s better than bein’ a Dumbo.

Simple minds in the simple men and women who run the shows of home to Congress’ wraith

Elected to not be any good at judging another branch of government, when they’re way OCC

Forces of gravity, centrifugal force and momentum all contribute to the love of a blind faith

Opened the door, lost my mind, that’s all she wrote, my spirit’s 40 Large, naughty all, the 33.

Burnt out adoption of the chosen ones who grace the land of giants long gone since 20,000

Before the century and before the millennia there was burning light from Space, froze blue ice

Across 93 million miles it shoots a stream of exploding quarks and charm, in our bull’s eyes

It’s this next thing, that nobody will go follow the judge or be dismissive once or maybe twice.

Interject the venom into the cytoplasm and watch the feed to the mitochondria's cytoplasm

Skin in the game or not, it’s a matter of Time and Space in the writing on stone’s smoke joints

Pictures with lines to recollect a story of score, passing, running-kicking it for extra pinpoints

Marvelous that I am what I am, didn’t mean to be that way, it’s merely an insane toe spasm.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is a Polaroid shot at night with infrared film. Not.

c. Jeudi, FREEZEMBER 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to a #SuperFly Eric Burdon and War on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4nJ9I0dZ7Vo }

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