LOST CAUSATION, FOUND SPECIAL EFFECTS @GovtMule KIX JELLYBEANS TEMPTATIONS @JGeilsBand

IT’S ALL ABOUT JELLYBEAN GIEUSEPPE & BIG ALBERTO, RICHARD, OMG AMEN, I AM

For the sum of the additional, distracting subtractions from the atmospheric Stratus
A dream erupts into the natural world, a reality of the all too humane cosmic dusts
Many kinds of a One, atomic implosion of everything that exists in the universal Ids
Left and right, up, down, over & out of the mold you’ve inherited via DNA/RNA kids.

Now then, may have your attention please? Cease to comprehend language, as I do
With one swoop you can forget everything from Ga, Ga, Goo, Goo, God, God of screw
How else could we get here & now without the Love, without the sacred heart blood
Well, you know the answer to all rhetorical questions, this Evil Life was all the Good.

Nobody you know & anyone you’ll ever meet down the lonely stream of Mercury flow
Will be of assistance to the navigation of the thing itself moving about without a red leak
Blood thirsty for the flow of living fluid coursing through veins and arteries of the meek
Here’s the confused messenger, I know you are an idiotic fool at the royalty’s job blow.

Among the treasures of gold, silver & shiny rocks left over from Big Bang’s magic spell
There is something about everything even an idiot might observe at the bottom of Hell
Where angels fear to go, nobody gets out alive, soul-sentenced to Jung’s Sigmund Freud
Launch the rockets, fire up the engines’ fusion power to fizz away matter into the Void.

This time while occupying this space on the planet’s surface, water, gas & stone rocks
Say it just because you have no idea, not an inkling about the nature of the dry docks
Sitting, lying down, standing up, rolling via two-four wheels, chopper blades or wings
In each & every case, the alpha & the omega treasure the equation’s sweet nothings.

Mindful of the idea, the thought that mankind’s mind can’t exist outside of Earth lands
Don’t shoot the messenger with high CBD’s & GMO’s to silence the infidels in the sands
Going into gridlock down before a Friday Night slam, full force and power to inseminate
Spirit of the holiest leftover ideas from foreign tongues of the Tower of Babel, First Date.

First base single or a walk unless your rear’s a target of a curving screwball, curved up
Too far to hit the ball for a homerun, 350 to 440 feet from home plate’s five-sided mold
Pointed dead center to the strike zone, low batter knee to high batter letters, buttercup
On edge for you to slide upon, sharp as a fresh razor blade, made in the USA, steel cold.

Somewhere in this Time on this Planet, you will reemerge with your minerals’ medicine
Magic potions of mixed emotions, happiness and the lack of happiness, sadness’ sin sin
Candy licorice makin’ it all worthwhile, you are feeling all you are as immersed in plasma
Faith followed by blind humanity, no regrets, death evens it all out, your karma, my karma.

By the hookers and the crooks who steal shirts off of innocent backs, lit black light streams
Happy is no worries at all about being taken advantage of or eaten by the hungry in dreams
Unreal that you can’t recollect what you saw on television, why y’all forgetting trivial things
Fill your empty psyche full of the First Cause’s intent, now what ‘s One to do, sweet nothing.

Bought your mother and father a home in the parks of oak, they died and left the old boss
Old bones in harms way but never any notion that you & I need the force of @pi to be alive
Once upon a magic carpet ride over a sweet peach & cherry colored sunset, show high five
All y’all will ever see for the duration of your living large, the #BigGuy being is mental floss.

3.14 pi times itself is still a fraction of 10, 985.96 to be precise, now or never is the Time out
Think about your dead predecessors implicating The End is just a skull & crossbones’ doubt
Pirates on seven seas have buried the booty, the maps are tattoos on daughters’ job blows
Infants tattooed by needle puncture, apex to pole, there is somebody yet, nobody knows!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 7-31-2023 A.D. @ 1259 PMPST

{ Clicked on the bait & snagged a double whopper with cheese rewarded by a concert by #JGeilsBand #MyAngelIsACenterfold on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lKgd2wneKX4 & @TheMightyTemptations #MASTERPIECE link @ https://youtu.be/0vvuhLZiPA0 & @JellyRoll #HITS link @  https://youtu.be/PunDCoz-S4g }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheMightyTemptations #TheRollingStones #TowerOfPower #CurtisMayfield #Madonna #AnnieLennox @Nickleback @SamHunt

SYCOPHANTIC PSYCHO-SOCIAL EVOLUTION

Mighty, mighty spade & whitey flowin up and down rivers to the equator, I resemble that remark
Inside of things themselves that I can’t see, a core of nothingness without being anything is stark
All is finished when you get swallowed by the python, it’ll digest you on the way down to the park
Reason and logic disappear as the LSD trips and the HCL acid flows head to toe, this turns so dark.

Whose fault is it? Who’ll take the blame’s responsibility for random acts of chaotic unconsciousness
“WHO”? That’s what it sounds like at night as invisible things grow out of dirty rocks of a water hole
Nothing but a bunch of yellow eyes in the distance, far, far away from a place in Space where I must
Believe you or your 208 bones have a destination other than six feet underneath dirty, burnt stardust.

Punks are smug because they’re ignorant of the facts of life they got lucky to experience, here, now
It will be over sooner than later, daughters tell your sons, they won’t believe fathers, take a low bow
You & I run the monkeys and the bulls together, only the strong survive for a while, all of ‘em will go
On to the Great Beyond, larger than our sun, the closest star, smaller than a neutron of atomic Blow.

Grounded to rest in peace or woke in war, I am adapted to morons & idiots who repeat ad infinitum
Much ado about everything in your blinded sides, don’t pay attention, it’s your mistakes that kill ‘em
Killers are the creators, come on man, y’all can’t be blinded by the clear light forever, Wake TFU y’all
I can’t & won’t be transmitting data twice, it’s a one-time Charlie, it will self-destruct in ten seconds.

Cancer means cellular data replication is mutated by either recombination of recessive genes or luck
Fear of fear itself will shock infants to elders without defense from the predators who kill for fun food
You & I would never do that even if there was no choice, we’d choose crucifixion death for bad blood
Oh, WTF, that’s despair, I can’t talk about killing God on Earth, rock motion to hasten the Singularity.

Think without being safe from predators & you either live or die depending on your most fit defense
With no mother’s teat-lactose, only a formula without your mother and father, a petri dish, womb less
Or more if appropriate, dig holes to bury the dead & way gone, allow the flesh to return to the red dirt
Rocks jagged & smooth, roll away but always return, you can see the back of your own head & shirt.

Buy & sell, high and low without any thought of being alive the next moment or day, week or annuals
You can’t believe anything if you are a septic, it’s impossible to drink waste-water without chemicals
Inside what is outside of each one of us, including Neo-Marxists, idiotic morons, Earth inhabitants
Cast no aspersions, just the facts headed your way, don’t worry & be happy, as we all die like ants.

Sponges soak up the wetness until the universe dries up and disappears into thin air, empty Space
Common idiots move you on the radio and the TV, no matter how it flies, you will pay the full price
Fill her up the fuel-gas hole that leads to the storage tank, fire in the hole kept away from all octanes
Seeds, stalks, leaf, flower, smoke & edible consumables, killer bees & red ants all over lion’s manes.

Loathe the “unknown” X that nobody can prepare for, it comes every time, in every case
Nobody has any rights or privileges in that occult place, spells of purple magic in your face
Fake belief is suspended for a moment in Time, conclusion can be reached before we all die
It may not be too late, but you may not have much longer to complete the mission, no lie.

Stoned junkies tryin’ to jaywalk alone on the tenth avenue, nobody give a flick of the switches
If you could, you would but you can’t, so you won’t, it’s the puppies’ souls, litter of the bitches
Dead set & burned or buried, if you think the Form matters to God, you’re wrong as a sea witch
Battle murders until the war ends and then it repeats ad infinitum, population control fast pitch.

Around the bend of the mountain, the tracks show the only way to get to the In & the Out of It
Mummies in crypts or coffins or ashes in urns, Davey Jones locker for the rest, every bit o’ honey
Dead and an optional memory left over in the lexicon for recollection in another millennial skit
Players acting as if they’re immortal when it’s the opposite, they die 1st thru 7th, sons of Sonny.

Bombs away from bad guys, no evil can arise we’ll call it extinction of Mankind, failure, good sons
In the cryptocurrency there is no silver or gold, idiots and morons trained by mothers’ inventions
Never right, seldom wrong, the things that exist won’t live during the sun’s ex-implosion in a hole
Black or white holes make the difference, one is a hill goin’ up & the other one’s goin’ down slow.

Hearts and the bodies of the species-rich seven continents of Earth have no hope in a cluster bomb
Every square centimeter gets the metal through its nucleus, every red & white blood cell, no tomb
Annihilated from the matrix & surface of burnt ash, the oceans flow and ebb to the redskin beats
Beast is evil but so are insects and bacteria, entering our living cells’ verve to eat its own defeats.

Sycophant social club cheering for the other side to beat us all, take my property & deter survival
High or low, you are the missiles full of TNT & the motherlode of systems to the wild in the corral
If you don’t keep power in line, you will probably lose what meager amount you possess, it’s Life
People, culture cancelling extinction is invisible, it’s occult magic, atomic fission and fusion strife.

Dead & gone, back there again, alpha and omega on the timeline, Future to Past of a Presence
High or low, hard or soft, living in the material world with the material girls is what I like, so nice
Chantilly lace, pretty face, wiggle in the walk, makin’ our world go ‘round when it’s a dream sense
Afterward when the preface has been presented for your edification, only then, roll the ol’ dice.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, July XIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #CantYouHearMeKnockin @TheRollingStones link @ https://youtu.be/3fa4HUiFJ6c }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatIsTheProblem #TrippinOnYourVibe #TheStruggleToSurvive #ApemanLove

 DARWIN DEATH, SHIP IT, CAPUT!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, August 5, 2019

--#StraightUpScaredToReincarnate #CrossTheTracks--
ssssssREINCARNATEDsssss
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So very HIGH, happy to have arrived from where I’ve been, way out there in deep outer space

That is all I’ve got to say, the First Cause and the effect of my ego, my personality, a holy face

To wind up the energy, the gas and the smoke of the matter and the dirty water in the hoods

Where I came from, jugulars came to be in the middle of winter, funky, ice conception brood.

Have-nots who were of the mamas who were also babies, shoved by the older brothers of Eve

Your personal time is comin’ whether you like it or not to face your leaving the Earth, a Void

Centered, finish what you will by sheer desire, enter the end of alpha through omega struggle

Backward, upside down and inside out, no other way to get anything done, cool star trouble!

In the format of the formula for the mixing of the microorganism’s verve, gangster white cells

Gettin’ ready to rid the neighborhood of the ones who won’t cooperate with the boss of y’alls

On the streets, sleepin’ in your garages on a roach infested couch, crappin’ in hood yards, dog

No they’re people straight up, givin’ you literally a mcdonalld fecal trip, a gropin’ welfare god.

Right there on your front lawn, ugly americano born n’ raised for the welfare roll, comin’ in

Whether you’re ready or not, lighten up on your prejudice and allow the miscreants to begin

Revolution of takin’ necessary moves to go in the RIGHT direction, WORK JOB or yo’ mamas

Change is what the idiots and morons of the being alive for no human errors in too hot ovens.

Thought it was a dog but it was just a nasty and brick layin’ burger-pharted turd, left deposit

No return with a sneeze or a cough, just a take over of what’s never going to be anything at all

Come in here to my four cornered ceiling and floor, get on this slip stream on the current chit

If and only if you get close to my heart’s attack, you’re good as gone, yo’ purple heart clothes!

This is the lead part of the gold, it burns and it transforms the thing itself from gas to matter

And liquid and you and me, our ancestors and descendants, brothers and sisters, tiny critters

From cells of amoeba and paramecium to the end of Earth’s bubble of gas, it’s a trip you fool

Hard liquor and hard lives go hand in hand, Id-minds gang bangin’ DOPE ‘struggling school.

White and black, brown and yellow and red, skins of different species of man, prejudice girls

Make the boys be that way to so that the favors are granted after runnin’ hard, work and play

Chillin’ and maintaining the useless dads and muchachos who run the ways and means curls

Feeding babies who make more babies, so ignorant and stupid, hippy lie, extinction’s Today?

by {#IAintYoHomey}

r j j stephan, i

c. August 5th, 2019 A.D. a moment in time @ 4:44 AM PST #LUNDI

{ DRAFTED to the RAP of AlexanderKing #MomentInTime & HITS off of #Reincarnated CD link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/DBmae72UtR8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

@BrooksAndDunne #EyeBelieve @SherylCrow @JoeWalsh #PathOnTheRedDirtRoad #BackAndForthToTheTasteeFreeze

POWERPLAY FOR SCRUPLES’ CHIT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 23, 2019

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A moment before Time began here in this place in deep Space, anointed ones wear a ring

Perfectly the absolute, whole shebang of every atom in the universe, First Cause is Nothing

A final question of consequence is What is This First Cause? Up and away, mother’s got laid

In a hole, in this world open wide gash, since anointment as a dot of Singularity, a fake fade.

Get it straight, there’s no doubt that there’s a reason for being alive besides being Earth dust

Your mothers and fathers, by physical or general orphan enculturation, at random DNA fuss

Have become the First and only Cause we’ll ever have of this skin and these bones of matter

Knowledge is Power if you didn’t already know it, that is the Wisdom of the ancient masters.

In a deep or shallow waste of my Time in this Space, drippin’ lined scars down my two faces

I’ve got one for you and one for me alone, when nobody else is paying attention, it all erases

Left behind in the collective memory, historical and fictional, blind faith in Tim being wasted

I told you so like you told me so, everything important is all in your mind, rips are all pasted.

Fabrics are like that, ripped to be sewn back together again, like a desperado Raggedy Andy

Or any doll or dummy of any apoplectic personality can become a doctor or president or me

It’s not a matter and form that can be anything other than mortal, conceived to be unboxed

Allowed to put two and two together in mathematical addition, conditionally equal, deluxe.

Shaped up because I finally got aboard and shipped out with my port call, suddenly I was It

No longer the object of another, no domestic or foreign policies, subjectively lions are in a pit

Waitin’ for a metaphorical Nothing of sixteen pieces, king, queen, bishop, knight, rook forces

Eight pawns directed a strike with force without allowing exchange, Joe Walsh rock scorches.

Flippin’ you on your side is important if you need to stop your bones from the pressure grave

If your ass muscle, gluteus maximus being It can move you to orgasmic punchin’ a holy wave

Just sayin a Word, without a need or went to survive the ordeal with this here Skippy cake

#Hooty or #Blowfish all up in yo’ Lamatra expansion, “Everything is Nothing, a news’ fake.’

by

r j j stephan, I

c. June 23, 2019 A.D. Sunday @ 1:11 AM PST

{ #AdviceAndConsent #Special & #General in fact, #WhenTheGeneralsTalk ...you better listen to them #POTUS, my friend, drafted this ditty while listenin’ to Sheryl Crow & Joe Walsh #StillTheGoodOldDays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AqFD2ja-9Fs }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OnBeingMortified #ForgotMyWallet #JokesOnYou

PAY THE DAMNED BILL, PENNY!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 11, 2019

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It won’t be very long before you cannot handle the egg stench your ilk or perfume of flowers

Out of a desert blizzard and star dirt tundra drought, DNA photons of plants and bones form

On the road dead or in a BBQ skinned and drained of life’s force, it’s the only home of a worm

From the bowels of innards where only angels fear to go, divine humanity’s occultish powers.

Pink, blue and white for the symbolic reference to the good, the bad and the real, ugly One

Made everything from mud to blood to the beer in our mugs, we see what we get, oh yeah

All of it is a bunch of roses for the love of being animated with the sparks to ignite the sun

Alpha to Omega and above and below it all, everything collapsed into a holy singularity bay.

Nothing to do in the womb or after the arrival at the threshold of utter doom, end of days

Sun still shining while the Earth ceases to spin and wobble, just faces East, burns and prays

That the gravitational collapse will obstruct the mission to be or not, in an inescapable play

Of words, boys say of women who program the DNA of mating ova, precious and few today.

Nobody wants to have a baby, nobody wants to nurture and culture a child into a production

Of money’s wealth, the gold and silver, the diamonds, sapphires and rubies, colored rock, son

You know exactly what is in store for all of us, whether we like it or not, we’re headed to dust

Even guys with guns n’ swords can’t get away forever, the void’s prayer is to get up and down.

To be the point, the winning point to end the game with a victory or loss, nature is the matrix

We are the living who become something from nothing and then die and become mojo hicks

In a shallow bog or swamp full of unrotted corpses, that is where the UFO’s dropped anchor

Kept rotten bones together, sunken mud to the rescue, preserved in a flower bed of bad odor.

Olfactory sensation in the form of smoke and mirrors, an illusion that I’m in a fake reality

Everything appears to the mind that the whole world is outside of your hands, yet it is to be

Fear’s merely the lack of confidence generated by the power of knowledge, wisdom’s scree

About being you, your family and friends, even your enemies, they all swipe your pedigree.

In and out of the thing itself, friction causing a dream climax of the end of days, all of it gone

Then you come back to the present after being somewhere else, no future in the past, drone

Heartless, mindless, soulless and in a word, an automaton, no need for life-like, color sparks

Unmoved, started fire for the forest dwellers who will party with morons, freaks or sharks.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June 11th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan #LoveStruckBaby & HITS from #DoubleTrouble link @ https://youtu.be/nnbnRWHDFpw }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SatiatedCats #RockHarder ...WITH some cajun queen on the #Bayou near the #Mississippi

SATIATED CAT, #SHYTE ON #DDAY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 6, 2019

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Cats know that dogs can be eaten because they taste better than dirt and rocks and people

So, out of the caves in the sides of the hills they come, prowling with stomach growling

For the skin and bones of the ones who walk and run as if they knew death was all good

Nothing wrong with making certain that your prey wasn’t runnin’ away from being food.

Licking the chops and the claws to clean up the suppertime for the birds, worms n’ snakes

Cat nap time in the branches of trees, keeping watch for those ready to die, for heavensakes

Walkin’ around in the jungles and deserts as if there is no animal hunger to kill and eat you

On the way to an early demise, adorable, innocent naivety way gone, we’re blue food screwed.

Humanity and felinity in the same cave, same house, same jungle, same pyramid, king, queen

Nine lives lead to the nine deaths, immortality a ruse to allow the incarnate a do-over, unseen

Not in a book or an oral tradition of UFO’s or old men with beards in desert caves, sea slaves

To be or not is All of It, that is all there is, Time and Space are heaven and hell’s Earth caves.

Send out humans to look outside the #VanAllen belt and they disappear into the Void, OMG

You knew it could happen, lost in space is the only place we can be, it is the nature of zeros

A hole is merely a lack of light inside the mind, inside the soul of the Absolute absence of me

Too much ado about hand-jobs, blowjobs, good-jobs, SPEWjobs, bred to die/fight for D-Day!

Blocking out the reason and intelligence of the species’ morons and idiots, teacher-professors

From Socrates to Mrs. White and Mr. Black who taught that logic and reason are a lock’s key

To the wisdom and knowledge of the species’ genome, the mix of acid in random time lines

Keeping track of nothing but the future of Being a supernova, I AM why our star-sun-shines.

Go get there before I do, look back from your place in space when death swallows your face

Throw me back a wave and a nod, a tip of the cap that I’m right, I feel the leather and the lace

It’s all there is outside of this thing itself, this animated bone bag full of hope’s dreamin’ gas

Empty of logic, rippin’ shadows of blood and guts from a soul in a holy hole’s dark, Voids-az.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. #DDay75 6-6-1944 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST #NeverForget1999

{ drafted while reminiscing & listenin’ to Prince on youTube #PurpleRain & HITS links #EspeciallyForYou @ https://youtu.be/cpGA0azFdCs & https://youtu.be/DHRyPjXeKZ4 }

 FINIS

#NobodyIsAnnointed #RoadTripRules

LOVE WILL KNOW, INFINITELY ‘57

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 26, 2019

---------------also #DISJOINTED---------------

 

Heaven above this ground of being, surface of Earth, dirt, rock, river, hot, volcanic lava spigot

Peace and War are the names for the thing itself, this world of divine scat from cow pie fads

Not just because I want it to be that way, I don’t, it is because it IS, that is all, it’s what ya git

What does it all stand for? What is this movement of the First Cause to this a man’s gonads.

Professors’ barkin’ the categorical imperatives of the first degree and the latest papal decree

On the road to ecstatic embrace with the origin that came before your conception, a honeybee

Cream of the crop drippin’ from the blown out balloons that used to be full of free toll-ways

Oxygen and Hydrogen that freed the rocks to roll down to the foothills of the dried up bays.

Premium and Ethylene puttin’ out the high octane, liquid rocks, dinosaur ooze-oil greasin’

Burnin’ it up and makin’ it all go up in smoke, out to the upper atmosphere to reignite a fire

But why can’t we just keep on dreamin’ right on through the sleepy, #LemonDroppyDreamin’

Over a multi-colored rainbow from infrared to ultraviolet smiles of angels to my blown tire.

Watch the smoke rise from the tip of the fire’s burn, white hot and closer to the sun than we

Touchin’ it melts my skin and bones into an effulgent ooze, lovin’ Earth from core to the sea

Imaginary hope, a mighty creator of evolution, #FakeNews case of Isis Oasis Sanctuary, ‘I Is’

I am overcome, I came from my father’s DNA, my mother’s hosted nest, a momentary sepsis.

Finally, after the final heartbeat and breath of you and I, that’ll be a straw-broke camel-back

Sunny days’ and a hodge-podge menudo of Time and Space, whirling in dervish shark attack

Among the tears in the sea and before you get over here to me, you’ll feel the separation, dad

Lust for holy Gold in your soul’s all good, immortal ground of being, It is never done, be glad!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 26, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Counter-developed during a microscopic macrocosm crash, you’ll never know what I mean! You’re welcome & listenin’ to Jackson_Browne #Pretender link @ https://youtu.be/IgZsfm_9KHk and my own ‘Machine’ #RicoFavoriteHits iHeart RADIO internet link @ https://www.iheart.com/favorites/my-693414583/ }

FINIS