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XENOPHOBIC SNOWFLAKES OF RA

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, August 2, 2020

------------- @snoop @dre et al -------------

Just several kilometers from the center of the North Pole, I searched & found what I needed

Not what I wanted, it was not my personal desire, yet it was all too human of a wanton dread

That the will I have and the intent strength of the focus of the thought power, never fails gods

You my friend, ain’t a god, neither is anyone else, none of y’all are, no more Siberian hotrods.

A messenger dead in your head but ringing the meaning of the words of subjects and objects

In the scrum of the huddle it all comes down to this, what the plan is after you find the Truth

As it’s always been, the ignorant won’t have any inkling that something’s amiss, star specks

Flat on the ground against star cinders of what used to be back in the day before Babe Ruth.

Baseball players can’t spit on the ground anymore, can’t chew snuff or tobacco in a dugout

But how can you expect to be calm during all of the tense commotion on the diamond field

A function of the equation may be quadratic in form and as a mass of atoms, shaped as an eye

Looking inside & outside as if it’s different when it is indeed, One and the same, yet we pray.

Here’s the boundaries and the facts of life, every teenager should have been taught, we failed

Not due to intent to ruin the civilization but just to show that it’s all about #Me2 & not y’all

If I don’t get things in my reach I will not be happy, sadness is a form of mockery at all souls

My spirit, soul, ghost doesn’t have respect for any of them, they don’t exist in my black hole.

So, I play the notes of what angels in the sky sound like when you’re called home to a tease

A hope while I spread the Faith and the Charity everywhere I go, to those who sip green teas

I don’t care who cares and who doesn’t because it’s none of my business, it’s all humanity’s

It’s not only a long way home but also it’s straight and narrow within an ultraviolet infinity.

Thrown the whole shebang up against the wall and nothing stuck, it all fell down to the floor

I am way under the radar in front of the god's eye and the dream that gives up a losing score

No matter, no expectations other than you’ll be alive tomorrow but someday you won’t, caput

It ain’t my fault, you work ‘til you die, that’s it, says an innocent crow, #KissMyBlackAssFoot!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, August 2nd, 2020 A.D. Jammed this while listenin’ to Snoop Dogg #DontJudge #ItsArtForArtsSake #DontBeThatWayHomies here’s a link from 2009 @ https://youtu.be/QZXc39hT8t4 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MirandaRights & #RedPhilosopherStone @CarlosSANTANA @CHICAGOTheBand @RunawayJune

WISDOM’S GARNET STONER *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, August 2, 2020

************* #ExhibitNone **************

It’s all about the red shift, the blue shift and the blown atoms of gravitational collapse on us

We all above the ground care about staying alive, surviving in the midst of turmoil’s matrix

Upon the groundwork of the base, the foundation for the fantastic and God’s magic laser bus

With or without you, I’m goin’ where I need to go to get the candy store to get a C6H12O2 fix.

Spices of salt and pepper can’t make the taste of the Void sweeter or more sour than gruel

You and I know the thing, that thing that you can’t say or write down with words, it’s cruel

To be or not to be when you still are thinking about the facts before your very senses of Id

As if the Ego or Super Ego have any standing at all, mythological excuses for being the kid.

One who comes from nothing but an egg and a small flagellating germ of God, Life itself, me

Well now we have it, pretending not to be a pretender as if that causes Truth to mutate, Free

No liberty when you gotta go when you gotta go, that’s not freedom, It’s illusory Time blows

Given to the things themselves because of the sweet luck given to random Karens & Romeos.

Tick tock on the clock makes the mouse run into the DNA of the human genome, Mickey slips

It’s a mouse because it creeps into the mind from the stomach’s metabolizing freaky two lips

Comatose upon arrival yet ready for the bones to roll the rocks against the wall for the Craps

I don’t know where my mother and father went but they’re gone, I’m still here for back slaps.

Last words of the final statement from the Word unsaid, unstated, unwrote, unthought blows

Printed, written, scratched on rocks & dirt, burned out aster ash, live and die, below as above

News of the old and baseless, frumpy mess of the social matrix left it over from odd maestros

Coming inside of the holy sepulcher, tabernacle of absolute zero, sacred, absolute, One love.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, August 2nd, 1956 A.D. my 1st brother’s birthday, @AllenRobertStephan R.I.P. baby! Drafted while listenin’ to Carlos Santana #LIVEatMONTREUX my brother from another #Mamacita #Europa & #SambaPaTi on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JAsfAuvFvh8 *header is my #PhilosopherStone }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PrudentProductionParaphanalia #Phantasmagorical @JimiHendrix @SnoopDog @Dr_Dre

XENOPHOBIC SNOWFLAKES OF RA

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, August 2, 2020

******* #SandCastleMagical ******

Just several kilometers from the center of the North Pole, I searched & found what I needed

Not what I wanted, it was not my personal desire, yet it was all too human of a wanton dread

That the will I have and the intent strength of the focus of the thought power, never fails gods

You my friend, ain’t a god, neither is anyone else, none of y’all are, no more Siberian hotrods.

A messenger dead in your head but ringing the meaning of the words of subjects and objects

In the scrum of the huddle it all comes down to this, what the plan is after you find the Truth

As it’s always been, the ignorant won’t have any inkling that something’s amiss, star specks

Flat on the ground against star cinders of what used to be back in the day before Babe Ruth.

Baseball players can’t spit on the ground anymore, can’t chew snuff or tobacco in a dugout

But how can you expect to be calm during all of the tense commotion on the diamond field

A function of the equation may be quadratic in form and as a mass of atoms, shaped as an eye

Looking inside & outside as if it’s different when it is indeed, One and the same, yet we pray.

Here’s the boundaries and the facts of life, every teenager should have been taught, we failed

Not due to intent to ruin the civilization but just to show that it’s all about #Me2 & not y’all

If I don’t get things in my reach I will not be happy, sadness is a form of mockery at all souls

My spirit, soul, ghost doesn’t have respect for any of them, they don’t exist in my black hole.

So, I play the notes of what angels in the sky sound like when you’re called home to a tease

A hope while I spread the Faith and the Charity everywhere I go, to those who sip green teas

I don’t care who cares and who doesn’t because it’s none of my business, it’s all humanity’s

It’s not only a long way home but also it’s straight and narrow within an ultraviolet infinity.

Thrown the whole shebang up against the wall and nothing stuck, it all fell down to the floor

I am way under the radar in front of the god's eye and the dream that gives up a losing score

No matter, no expectations other than you’ll be alive tomorrow but someday you won’t, caput

It ain’t my fault, you work ‘til you die, that’s it, says an innocent crow, #KissMyBlackAssFoot!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, August 2nd, 2020 A.D. Jammed this while listenin’ to @JimiHendrix concert & Snoop Dogg #DontJudge #ItsArtForArtsSake #DontBeThatWayHomies here’s a link from 2009 @ https://youtu.be/QZXc39hT8t4}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?