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WTF? BATCHIT AERODYNAMIC OPS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 27, 2020

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A happier birthday than the one you’ll never have is way gone, it’s out of sight, out of mind

To fly with or without your body is a good thing, it’s better than crawling or slithering, a sign

Of the stops and gos and the cautions regarding the danger to come, just ahead of the Time

When the past time has become what is right here and now, just before it drops a thin dime.

Monkeys and birds are all that’s left of the arc of the world flood, the last hope of Earth H2O

All that’s left over from the big bang around here is a moon, a planet, deep space and a mojo

Your mama and papa may or may not have helped the situation, being young, stupid or both

Yet here you are tryin’ to figure out what burning leaves in a bong might be, the gods’ meth.

All of the mixed chemicals and gases in subatomic and macromachine fiddlesticks, bear smoke

Fire everywhere when the spark causes a flame of ultraviolet blue, light in the dark, be woke

Or never complain about the nature of the beast you refused to control, remained fast asleep

Are you in or are you out of the pilot’s seat? Are you strapped in and counting down to leap?

Three, two, one, blastoff from the foundation of all that humanity has ever gleaned from Love

Being nothing more than a resistance to kill and eat the flesh n’ bone of the bloody con above

Up or down in any direction east, west, north or south, there’s nothing but an empty vacuum

You and I will die just like all who came before and all who’ll subsequently be, the overcome.

Pointing to the direction of the thing itself, attention is drawn to It in proportion to it’s colors

Purple, pink, silver and black all enhance the thing itself in it’s appearance to the final scores

Everybody wins and nobody loses because this is neither a game nor a mystery, we’re the fizz

If everything’s everything and nothing’s nothing, then Nothing at all is, all too human kids!

I got a vaccine for your virus that will kill the RNA and reverse degeneration into obliteration

It will cost you dearly, to find the truth of where Corona virus was created on Earth, do a shot

Maybe two or three down the hatch, Jose Cuervo or Jack Daniels puts the spirit in the mood

For the slap in the face, the slam onto the canvas or the stab in the back, we are God foo-food.

At Kiddieland on North avenue, we spent our thrills on rides before cool ice cream joint blow

Father, mother, sisters and brothers are way up country, too far gone to reverse a slam dunk

What I do now with left over SuperNova ends, killin’ It, wisdom dissolving in a wad of funk

Last word of the last thought, who you are, why you were here, ends in a gasp, ‘Aw, hehl no!’

You know it’s a long way to the top now, long time trying to get there, Satan’s hell’s bells rung

There’s no ending as there was no beginning, corona viral illusion virgin birth, test tube dung

Something that’s actually nothing at all, left over dead bones at the end, no soul, no life body

Move from a First Cause makin’ a Word flesh, I’m it now, we’re it now, an ox-burden of One.

Eat the bats and snakes and rats with the genes to extinguish your genome, consume it dead

Alive won’t work, too much wiggle and resistance to the bite of sharp incisors and canines all

Moving the living into the dead, the refused fuel dump of the homo sapiens, high in the head

Fired up smoke left over from a Big Bang, this Way of a Warrior, a knife and sword, last call!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, February 27th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ Drafted on my pops birthday, RIP @AlbertRichardStephan (93 years young sir!) #MakeMyDay #AreYouTalkinToMe? ...& listenin’ to the SOUNDTRACK OF M.A.S.H. the Series #NakedBet Season 1, link @ https://youtu.be/446xrl7d_AI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HollywoodWalkOfBlame #YouAreFired #ImNoAngel @OhioPlayers @GreggAllman

PERCOLATE? 5 9 1 2 MEANS WAR!*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, February 26, 2020

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Blind faith in historical civilizations and the markers they left for posterity to recollect origins

How many years have gods been on the planet Earth? Why did humanity get set up for sins?

Fascinating UFO’s are undercover of our sun and group’s collective soul full of giants’ bones

What is written in a foreign tongue is unintelligible because our grandfathers loved i-phones.

This and that system move the stage from the porch, settin’ on the swing, watchin’ the dragon

Sent the same size of living bones into a mini-world of villages and to create another dead son

Nobody will get out of Earth’s gravitational pull alive, if you’re not buried in ash, you’re fired

Eaten in tongues of flames, screaming wimps meltdown into the muck, fake news’ lion’s lair.

You are welcome onto the porch if you promise to get off of your keester and rake the leaves

It’s every year, the trees lives run their courses and enter the hibernation phase, l-air thieves

Unable to eat due to sleeping and nearly unconscious, evolutionary adaption to darkness’ fit

Due to the wobble, the revolving revolution and counter-clockwise orbit of viral bacteria chit.

On a One-Way street, a four lane highway or the expressway to your heart, I know the Ways

It will be what it will be not because it has a choice but because it’s a necessary condition, eh?

Braced for the outbreaks of airborne violations of min-bots in the form of microscopic plays

What goes up must come down, there’s no third choice of thieves, what’s yours is mine today.

What would Ayn Rand do if she found herself on the streets of a capitol city in California gold

I believe she’d be under a gag order to shut the Hades up and not allow free speech to the old

Used up by work, labor doing something for others’ everything’s everything, a universal papa

God invisible, unknown, occult viral contagion mutated into the holy birthplace of my mama.

Here’s a little something for your change purse in your handbag, two bits of a buck is all of it

Why and where to begin the plays of the story when it really doesn’t matter a microscopic bit

Horses harnessed, oxen burdened, the species’ genome is a legacy from the star’s soul’s shine

This sun of Apollo, of Zarathustra or any choice of Anunaki or the men in the moon, all mine!

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r j j stephan, i *Header is my better 1/2, @CarolAnnStephan gazing at the sunset @PacificGroveCalifornia

c. Wednesday, February 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 AM Pacific Standard Time

{ Collected this soul addiction while listenin’ to Gregg Allman #ImNoAngel & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NWNKHi2joJE }

FINIS

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

#DuganIsOffDuty #SceneOfTheCrime #EverywhereLeadsToNowhere #PygmyTwylyte

4 LEFT, DRAGNET GHOSTS’ SIN *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 25, 2020

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Supermen are born from the human superwomen, married with children on Jojo’s block

Around the corners from the bars and the churches that collect the spirits in bottles’ jack

In a smaller body than the big elders who dressed me up and made me smell of hen cocks

Rooster in the heat of the moment pecks at the mirror image of itself, dumb as hard rocks.

In a perfect world where you and I will never be, there’s a theoretical monkey or a seaman

Maybe you’re an angel of the gods or the descendant of a decadent evolution of the apemen

Wonder in a kite flying around in a whirlwind of simple minded creation of Westwind blow

Nothing intended by the will to power except that the will be done, as it is above, so below.

Can’t fly with or without the skin and bones, wingless angels are down in the flames’ crash

Powerful but not omnipotent, there’s a slight problem with the rocks of the origin, krypton

Amazing and disqualified as a contender, the champion remains at one with the city cache

War or peace give nothing but the passage of time, birth to death, revelation is God’s sun.

It shines due to the nature of the mass annihilation of atomic matter, neutron to an asteroid

Function of the calculus can become the answer for everything inside of the stargated droid

God knows nothing, men know nothing yet this is quite a trip on the wildside of fixed games

Tenth avenue or Main street qualifies as the first place of the gods, Zeus’ clown face of fame.

So, back in Time and Space to the Damen Avenue church down the block from a rockin’ club

Where the trebles and bass pounded notes into my eight year old brain, yo mindless, not sick

Catholic choir and altar boy, patrol boy, paper boy, runaway boy from the Bad Smell schtick

Driven around in circles by the circular philosophical arguments pro and con, grad of Udub.

Therefore, I am and you are what exists in your arrested attention and recollection of Ends

Origins where you were not alive and cannot verify the veracity are just out of my depends

This is unacceptable to be unable to relieve the transformation of fuel into waste production

To be or not to be a recycler of the animals and plants, the eater of food, raw or cooked sin.

To be requires death to function and delay the corpus dilecti from the inevitable visitation

Nobody escapes either in rectories nor convents, no temples or mosques or churches, I win

All of It, everything is everything and nothing is nothing, vice versa ad infinitum, copy that

Roger and Wilco over and out, this is the end of the beginning, this ain’t no disco, it’s fat!

What’s the point with your mother being a hater of law and order, an outlaw bandit hen

A dragnet for the Truth and Justice that never accompanies the dreams of Adam’s godson

Neither Eve nor Adam or anyone else from day One knew, UFO’s left scared little babies

Crying for their mama and daddy who died centuries ago, leftover the Word and seeds.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is my kinfolk in front of a Chicago church St Columbkille Church where my godfather @AnthonyAlfano was married circa 1956 after he returned from USMC.Org & I am the 1st little boy on the left next to my little sister #JoJoDomico RIP

c. Tuesday, February 25th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Chunked out of nowhere this AM while I watched #Dragnet 1950’s link @ https://youtu.be/01fdCvqyzqk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?