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SPUNKY, DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, July 28, 2018

 

It was difficult to be a dead end kid, the downside is you had to feel the pain, upside’s the sun

Still shining in Darkness because it’s easy for a burning, hot star to do what it is that stars do

Inside or outside of the atoms, molecules and charm, it’s all One and the same, One for All

One, two, three as it goes on to ad infinitum, back to the Space where I used to play baseball.

I threw the ball, I caught the ball, I hit the ball, I kicked the ball, I shot the balls in holy holes

I didn’t want to but the facts are, I came here to be the best and I am, The Best, the very best

If I was any better I’d have to acquire amnesia to forget about it, y’all I’d be your rubber souls

Take you to the cleaners before you know it, workin’ it and usin’ cash for the loving, I digress.

Awake after bein’ asleep forever or a longer time than I planned, years, decades, eons of Time

But now I’m whistlin’ at all of the sights I’m seein’ walkin’ around the churches and state fair

Prayed I’d get down to rivers where silver, gold n’ diamonds hide ‘neath God’s 10 cent dime

Runnin’ from sleepin’, hungover from last night’s backwoods binge, chew tobacco in my hair.

Lower that fist down by your side and unclench your bung, release the blood and red mud

Survived the birth and death, the ways of the masters and the slaves followed to the graves

Chewed the tobacco and smoked it too, like I knew I should, makin’ smoke inside my pud

Backwoods or concrete jungle, Iowa or Alabama, your mama lived and she died, we slaves.

Wanting it to be a different way than history has displayed to the boys ‘round here, forget it

Former and latter makes me the One in the middle, using the Will to the power, God’s Zeus

Amazing grace and sin that came from either an erupted gas ball or a mental conflagration

Occult ad infinitum, holy jeans and muddy boots of red dirt roads and all, ‘too legit to quit.’

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 28, 2018 @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while watchin’@TheDailySign #TheDailySign Music As Language in The ASL Club at Sac State listenin’ to some Blake Shelton #BoysRoundHere on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_Sc4mxQE8Y8 }

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#ROCKIN' #ROLLIN' #LetsRoll

ROLLIN’ BENEATH, AIR BASE WING

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, July 27, 2018

Flyin’ objects you cannot identify and your feet are still grounded in mythology of dead men

High highfalutin’ kings of the spades, hearts, diamonds and billy clubs, enforce, pretend club

Like this is normal, to live and die and not know why, to jump to an uneducated conclusion

Once there, staying deep in the bottom, near the Mariana Trench toward the core of the hub.

Perform One’s dance, reproduce DNA genomes from an dubiously dubbed creation, Big Bang

Keep your idiots and morons in sight, civilize the savages and force obedience to a law’s fang

Explore the unknown and get to the end before you fade to the Blackness, the Void’s sponge

Putting my wheels’ rubber to the asphalt is all I cared about on the maiden voyage of grunge.

Playing the things that got me to @Nirvana and the #StairwayToHeaven provide on the glide

From the slippage out of the open wound of Woman into the mockery scars of Man, God lied

Waiting for the Word to prove the existence of the unseen based on the imaginary hope of Id

Deep within the mental process of this human, you and the rest of the brood, did what I did.

I deny that anything other than my mother and father having coitus’ diamond, meddling in

Love is what I got, teachin’ this mythological inheritance is rational, a One, above and below

If you were the creator of the universe, you would not make the third stone from the sun now

Too late, Space n’ Rat Race have become #TheGoat, #LetsRoll, I am what It is, an extinction.

Once the chant has begun it cannot end without the reason for it beginning in the first place

To heal the wounds of existence, the struggle to survive on a hostile planet of viral infection

Bacteria to overwhelm everyone and everything under the sun, plant, animal and the rockin’

Sounds of the amplified string plucks and animal skin tight beatings, cashing in the grace.

Around dead man’s curve or in the wild blue yonder, it matters to no one, it means nothing

Fools move about the rooms, separated by the empty bags of bones, spirits and souls, King

Queen puts you in mate on sixty-four squares, eight by eight, dark or white checkin’ pawns

Completed superman and superwoman philosophies, one chain, one prison, seminal songs.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 27, 2018 @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Bette Midler #BeMyBaby & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OewqBtA3nv4 }

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The Origins of Goofy

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ZZ TOP CONCERT "THE TIME IS TONIGHT!"

THIWY WABIT, YOSEMITE “S” I AM

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, July 26, 2018

Mental and dental floss decreasing the rapidity of deterioration, life under sun and moon

In or out of the groove, consuming the energy and producing the work of swoonin’ a goon

Princes and paupers really don’t care more than being safe, in a safe place, chewin’ @Skoal

Growing up in the USA in the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, 90’s, 2000’s in a TV’s Bugs Bunny hole.

Two or three things are all you need to know way on down the line when I’m dead and gone

Mysteries are merely the unknown to the unfortunate, unchosen ones who can’t stop rockin’

They’ve lost their minds in the beats and rhythms’ notes of do, re, mi on a scale of corn pone

Music to my ears, ‘cause I am the masses, your moms and pops, classical or jazz of a drone.

First caused movement may be the only Unknown to avoid detection, due to it’s emptiness

The entire matrix of Space in every dimension of Time, from an imaginary Big Bangedness

Falling down to the ground of being, falling in love with another walking, talking twin code

Sensation and perception leading to the abuse of Reason, to rationalize the core’s DNA mode.

Devoid of value for your life you cannot value anything or anyone else, neither friend nor foe

A prick of your index finger lets the blood flow from your vein into my own cut skin’s squirm

I know either little or nothing but I have to rationalize the epic, existential elegance of Form

A shape that moves about, locomotion back and forth, up and down, in and out a river flow.

The weapon of choice is the Word that will cut the walls of Jericho online or IRL, on a rant

Out of context yet in the method of madness that is our Birth and Death on Earth, I shan't

The joke is on you and on me but you still care and the difference is that I don’t wanna fight

Wasted time to try to control the Belly of the Beast’s power, it’s All up tight and out of sight.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday @ 1:11 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to ZZ Top w/ George Thorogood & The Destroyers, Michael Ray & gettin’ ready to go to the concert LIVE this PM Calexpo California Fair on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GtBEdtVNAWg } 

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#FAKENEWS CATS FIX OVERPOPS

#FAKENEWS CATS FIX OVERPOPS

by Richard Joseph Stephan·Wednesday, July 25, 2018

That which you don’t know will neither hurt you nor cause consternation in future shocks

Biting your back or leg while you’re wide awake, being the shreds of a cat’s man-prey hocks

Better to be eaten while alive or choked out with a jaw grab even a Cro-Magnon would love

I digress into a world of some distorted perception, enculturated, astigmatic prism above.

Persuading the children of the ignorant and the privileged punks and miscreants who breed

Species of the #HighHopes and #WetDreams peculiar to the genome, who pretend to be seed

Of a creator of this universe, the personage or thing that is immortal and weird special effects

Images that flash before your blinded eyes, past your wrinkled skin-bag of calcified bone sex.

This place in Space, right here and now at this Time, presence of Being that is divinity’s DNA

Until squirmin’ evolves into a phobia of locomotion, ad infinitum, to Be LIGHT’s alpha seed

Bones getting crunched and pulled to pieces while snorting a toot of me, a killer kitty’s prey

In a jungle, concrete street or earthen trails between chlorophyll cans of plants, Jimsonweed.

Putting you in the place in space that you were meant to be in, the nature of the universe I am

You have no choice or free will, God is closer to nothing at all than you might think, say again

You are the product of the Void that’s always been the matrix of the historical record of men

Scraps and leftovers under empty skies above and below us, I am an imaginary monkey man.

At night, be afraid and full of crippling fear, hide in a dark corner of a cave without a hot fire

Freezing cold, shivering without the fur of the ones who were here before the naked ape liar

Recording #FakeNews as the historical record for descendants of the ancestors’ laws and lies

What’s left over from Mother Earth’s wet, son of a beach, she cuts God’s nuts, then she dies.

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r j j stephan, i { header’s my #PinkPanther who used to be fun but now’s black & hungry! }

c. July 25, 2018 Wednesday @ 10:10 AM PDT

{ drafted while listenin’ to Eagles on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--rAINTn2TE&index=5&list=RDC9nIvPb1WQ8 }

"IMMACULATE ACID MATRIX" #PiNK fPERFECT DNA I AIN'T

#FiddleSaws #HillbillyBones 

IMMACULATE ACID MATRIX, #P!nk fPERFECT DNA I AIN’T

by Richard Joseph Stephan·Tuesday, July 24, 2018

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For some mysterious reason, I’m here right now when that was the plan all along, #Way

A dream that lasts from the conception to the deceased soul of mating gametes of the day

One being containing the complete dimensional Void inherited from Eve and Adam One

Hurried a bit too soon, before I stocked up on the meat and potatoes, eat it all, you’re done.

Coming before I could get my drawers down but no worries, no pain, no gain, win the fights

That’s not the way to procreate the species’ specific descendants of the inheritance of a dude

None of us know the reason why you and I go tete a tete back and forth ad infinitum, it’s rude

But it’s all we have and it’s seized in a secret Occult heart full of data, insignificant data bytes.

Vision, vibration of sounds, ready to smell, taste and to what end, just for an ice cream cone

Just a pretender you are, I say that when you’re overtired and out of Time’s antimatter bone

True love provided and engaged on a case by case basis, always ready to indulge selflessly

With nobody else but me and me shadow, always with me and always with us all, endlessly.

Getting wild eyed and bushy tailed is what it takes to force the survival of the fittest life

Atoms, molecules of the elements, gas, liquid and solid, forms of matter cut by a knife

May everything that’s not nailed down evaporate and disintegrate the DNA code scoop

To be two of the same kind is a walkin’ contradiction, it can’t be true in a john b sloop.

Delete a letter, a word or a thought is easy as pie when you’re as ignorant as a top banana

What do you know, what does anybody know, nothing, that’s right, nobody knows nothing

For certain, that is indubitably true beyond a reasonable doubt, pound that way down home

Holy water blessed my head, crossed my heart, dotted my eyes, I don’t care, I’m DNActing.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 23, 2018 @ 10:10 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to P!nk #F**kin' Perfect (Explicit Version) & a plethora of her #HITS CD link @ https://youtu.be/ocDlOD1Hw9k }

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"HIGHER THAN A RIVER'S BED {G}" #FakeNews NOT NOW, UNLESS YOU WANNA...

HIGHER THAN A RIVER’S BED {G}

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, July 23, 2018

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Gangs’ violence and the gods get along just fine, stayin’ alive in memory, surviving solo souls

Separated from their twins at childbirth, three fourths of the living will die in dirt-full holes

If you think that it’s better that you don’t cause the end of your world nor someone else’s ego

Avoid words that express blaming and faulting of the ones that you address, respect the flow.

In the know of the ignorance of our fathers and mothers who felt the bliss of living in the pain

From the labor in fields n’ factories, consuming the affairs of mankind’s all too humane sting

You could worry as if you’ve a choice to repair the harm done, as perceived or forget about it

Save your heartbeats for the important things like breathing in and out deeply, Be a rivulet.

There is no choice for water but to move with the flow and work around obstacles to the sea

Where everything on Earth returns, eventually in one form or another, skull, bones and dust

Peculiar sightings on a screen back-light and a naked form of occult science in your fecal glee

As if there’s a reason to consume and exhume matter other than ‘just because’ dying’s a must.

Please do not insult my ego or my id and call me what I am, all too human big heads’ eyes

Communicate with the flashing lights, advancing and receding shapes in and out of dreams

Awakened from being asleep in this dream, coast west to east shinin’ lights invade my skies

Pretend that your mother and father, professors, tutors and your Self revealed, God creams.

Now, here your are again, trying to complete a mission that’s impossible, appear to disappear

Which you’ll do, whether or not there’s a heaven or a wild, punishing hell, easy as a cold beer

Away from the ground, bones buried, crushed into the stardust’s data stream of solar flares

A lot of things, in a myriad of shapes, forms, to see and touch, to smell, to taste the grey hairs.

Let the missiles fly to the remainder of Tigris and Euphrates, Mississippi and Missouri flow

Pussycats and rabid canines foam ‘cause they’re full of diseased bacteria in a viral playground

Putting DNA at the mercy of mutated RNA is the beginning, the end you’ll be, species’ extinct

Don’t close both of your eyes, you may be nuked by zealots today, It may end, eh? blink-182.

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r j j stephan, i { “G” in header signifies: #Gnosis Gnosis }

c. July 23, 2018 AnnoDomini @ 4:44 AM PST

{ written while sleepin’ in bed with my #Muse who is attached to my #Kundalini and of course, listenin’ to blink-182 #AnotherGirlAnotherPlanet & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hcKpfhJoeHQ }

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"JOKER ON A JACK, IT’S CRUEL SCAT"

JOKER ON A JACK, IT’S CRUEL SCAT

by Richard Joseph Stephan

A little cover for my back y’all, don’t rap ‘bout me when I’m right here and now, front’s center

I know you stopped before you got on a roll, wherever y’are, where you’ve been, smoked ear

Walkin’ and hidin’ in plain sight where you can’t see me, in back, in front, on the side roads

In the twilight zone of the modality where the stoned move for the rocks and boulders of fear.

Thinkin’ about less than the things that I thought about ‘fore my zygote achieved a cold beer

Those gametes run around like crazy, like they’re stoned, drunk and ready to move over here

Pleasing Presence of gold, dirty water, from mountaintop flow to Davey Jones' Locker meat

Inside the hillbillies and the whiplash honkies who drove the Devil to his grave of solar Heat.

It’s just a thing itself and it’s all good, nobody I know fears the Evil, opposite of Live, Dead

Just a spelling of a word, it could have been different but it ain’t, backwards Live-Evil head

Bad and ugly isn’t as bad as it could’ve been if the matter didn’t coalesce into the holy Word

Stones and rocks rolled, settled in the backwoods’ creeks, down in the #Holla of a little Bird.

Out of the warm womb now young to move in Time through Space, salt and pepper with glitz

All of the muscles’ blood, cooked and boiled in the burning lightening of an atomic fusion fizz

For the sake of a chance that a Cause could show it’s face at random, natural selection loans

A voice saying nothin’ in the shed but ham bone, American stories of #TheDeadHead bones.

You had a moment and so did I, we survived past our mother and father totems, holy erected

Teased and now full of regret that messin’ around led to twenty years of #HardLabor selected

Rather than being One and all alone in daylight and night, on the sofa without regard for God

Blind faith with old 20/20 vision struggle, gave me the #HeadStart but I ran out of blood hot.

Approaching the limit at where infinity meets my conscious mind’s open end, surprise Jones

It doesn’t matter if you are crazy or sane, you’re one and the same, Unmoved Mover of stones

Orbiting, spinning, burning mass, transforming a Thing Itself into the zipper that keeps it in

Immaculate concepts, drunk here, now, we’ve bitten @Apple of Eve, All is One #Trump skin.

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r j j stephan, i { #ThatAintWorkin’ #WeGottaMoveTheseRefrigeratorsAndColoredTVs }

c. July 22, 2018 @ 9:11 AM PST { header is my favorite sexagenarian #rockerChick, Stevie Nicks }

{ written while listenin’ to a cornucopia of randomly arranged notes on an octave scale of Do, Re, Mi on youTube JAMZ Dire Straits & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/lAD6Obi7Cag }

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