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Saturday, August 04, 2018
Last Resort (explicit) - Papa Roach
W.W.A.R.D.?
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Friday, August 03, 2018
IT IS WHAT IT IS & IT AIN'T WHAT IT AIN'T - #EyeAintTrippin
WHO WOULD HAVE KNOWN
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, August 3, 2018
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It’s my Chicago cap that rules the day in my world, didn’t have to catch a pitch or hit hard ball
Got it for a gift from my brother or my sister, sent it overnight service up the FedEx air ramps
I smoked my last cigarette in the dugout with #14 when I was sixteen, in the Colt’s league foal
Magical all stars moved in and out of a dream at an All Star game, where we beat the chumps.
Pardoned by the President and the Pope for the sins of hitting ten homeruns in one ballgame
Small bears moved around the diamond, steppin’ on bags around the horn, on the way home
The score tied or lopsided to one side or the other, maybe even a blowout without any blame
A pitching gem of a no hitting shutout game, perfect except for a batter hit in the bald dome.
Bottom of the seventh for a stretch when the leading run is on first, cleanup hitter, bags load
Fast ball down the pipe embeds it’s cork n’ skin stitchin’ into the Wilson’ wood, slam, explode
A homer or an ancient, elder male or female, soul food of the creator of two gonads’ monads
Peanuts, seeds, nuts to go in or along with the fruit, all grown for the Paradise sinner fads.
Amounting to little or nothing at all when it finally comes down to it, be a king’s fresh squirts
Into a queen who doesn’t mind a labor of love for jokers and thieves who love to be perverts
Parameters of the diameters and radii become the thing in the space, it’s dimensional blow
A Chicago Bear hungry for another Lombardi Trophy but a Cub can’t wait for #CommishTro.
Winning is everything and it’s the only thing worth while, losers lose the game, the race’s sin
Pummeled by the competition, the loser crawls back to the ranks of the homeless human race
Where the singles and hordes live to die without ever caring why, a non sequitur apostrophe
Superstitious glyphs on a dirt wall signals no free choice, all things are just to be or not to be.
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r j j stephan, i
c. August 3, 2018 Friday @ 11:11 PM PST
{ written while listenin’ to a cornucopia of rockin’ stream like Marvin Gaye & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/H-kA3UtBj4M }
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Thursday, August 02, 2018
#LoafingOverHer #JoinTheUnionLeague #GotChillsAllOverMyBodyAgain
A MANBOY FROM A BUOYMAN’S YOYO
I had green hair when I used to swing that piece of round wood or plastic around the world
I walked the dog and rocked the baby in the cradle, even had a butterfly backward stack yoyo
Up and down and all around the world from the Filipino Yoyo inventor Pedro Flores’ mold
Two pieces of wood and a string, using gravity and resistance to throw and return the gold.
Just about twenty-five miles from home now and I tripped three or four times since noon
I haven’t felt this good since I was about eight years old and that was sixty years ago, goon
There’s no reason to feel good nor bad about it, it is what it is and it can’t be any more Jack
Not a thing more than a small bit of knowledge that’ll yield the power you need to kick back.
How come you have to wake up every day and go to school or work or even be a broke bum
There must be more than the reason I’ve been told, alone in darkness, we hang in and run
From the nightmares and dreams that happen when everyone’s asleep as a fortunate son
Marked the beginning, the original start of the go-green light, holdup, Origin’s Zen scum.
Putting the payments into arears mode and noticing that Jupiter no longer aligns with Ga
Aquarius is gone and a sympathetic dreamer turns to the holy of holies, locked in a box
Where the sun never shines in to allow the sight to see the vision of the unnamed fairy
Neither a godmother nor an honorable sprite, can you say ‘yo-yo’ bandoleer animation.
What goes up must come down just because it does, we call it attraction to Eros’ love
To the core of this spinning elder piece of the solar system, where molten iron simmers
Underneath China and England, a fire of the origin remains while the night eats riders
About in and out, over and under, all around up and down, leave my horse, stars above.
Kiss my ain’t that something, you know better than that, I don’t mean literally, you crazy nut
Cracked as you are and totally bereft of the modicum of intelligence you’ve been a joke’s but
Betting that you’re getting the best of my love in the world, two bits I gave it all, spit my spit
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r j j stephan, i
c. August 2, 2018 AD @ 7:77 PM PST
{ Header's a masterpiece called #TheKiss a sculpture by @Rodin as well as #TheThinker below the Abbot/Costello video, so there, BOOM, THERE IT IS! }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
{ written after a grueling SUV purchase day, drinkin’ shots with my old lady & listenin’ to Steely Dan #Aja & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fG2seugAgnU & jammin’ to my personal hit #RicoRockHardFavorites program on #iheart link @ https://www.iheart.com/favorites/ricorockhard-724148/ }
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Wednesday, August 01, 2018
#DoYourThingYall @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #DoDangDooDooDeeDaaDo
When the time comes for silence and no reason to express yourself any longer, moot it
Nobody including your only friend can listen to the Truth, over again, ad infinitum fit
No comfort from above or below this apparent globule of rock and filth, waste desserts
Tightened up in the middle of the core, ready to explode into #SuperNova, God flirts.
With the human girls and women who are discontented with the seed of Adam n’ Cain
Mating with the two first guys, one being a prototype and the other the yoke of an egg
That is all you need to know about why this world, this reality, your and my perception
Is a fog that cannot be seen through to any other side, in the dark or the light, reverend.
High priest-philosophers #Apedom kingdom best paws forward, stuck-up in spiders webs
Nobody is going to get out of here and now alive, with or without a soul, animate holy Zeus
For no other reason than to hunt, kill, eat, mate, hunt, kill, eat, devil-dog sleeps until it dies
Watch television? Listen to #TalkRadio? Play games on the internet’s #WorldWideWeb?
Finally near the finale and the structure erected on an invisible foundation of holographics
Forms and shapes of the things themselves which we refer to with language, to be a human
Without the awareness of the way to communicate the culture, we are as the rats’ve become
Our fortune from Hollywood, California to New York, New York is not luck, Cosmos is sick.
Pain and suffering from the first hurting, cut nerves, damages nerves, demented old mind
Thinking with logic and reason for the sake of the World, to be the voice of a species’ kind
Survival of the most fit with the most variation in skills and ability to assimilate a ho, jackass
It is after all’s said and done, my human genome moving upon Earth, in #TwilightZone pass.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. 8-1-2018 Mercredi @ 13:40 hours
{ DRAFTED in 26 minutes TODAY & jammin’ on the #OldenDaze of my youth #ExpressYourself #SillyLittleGirl 📷 Charles Wright & the Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band - Topic Published on Jan 23, 2017 #YAllDoIt https://youtu.be/p_j4J1WKzXI & https://youtu.be/cZ_p66zi7hU }
#WWARD ?
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Tuesday, July 31, 2018
#BoyzRoundHereDontGAF @ricoSacto #ricoSacto
SHOVIN’ IT DOWN YOUR #PVC PIPE
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Push it down to the bottom of the pit where the light never shines, a Form’s Matter core
Nothing left inside the middle of the thing’s being, just like you, Earth’s a place to bore
From the birth to the death of the things themselves to the matrix of stone bullet holes
A God before everything, the Zeus, the Ra, the Jehovah, the Ala, Zoroastrian’s controls.
Behavior of the men and women who survive the birth and childhood of mankind, is the gods
How we act, God-like, as a creator of you and I and everything else would do, not devil-dogs
Mean and nasty, evil and bad beings that want to kill and eat you, like the prey on barbecue
Fish from the rivers, from the sea and the animated forms of amoeba to woman, asleep, fool.
It seems as if you’re not in a dream, you are, it seems like this cartoon’s a surreal spirit’s rally
Remember the feeling of being conceived, born or even the first time going to sleep at night
{...in a thin, bed blanket or your empty, vacuumed tent in a parking garage or gangway alley }
Cooling the core that’s as white hot as the almighty Hydrogen burst above, in time for a Nova
Your life, relatives, friends, the things you hold dear are our vortex’s holy G&A Spray System.
It’s on fire with reasons why you shouldn’t be afraid to watch life die, to kill for Christ’s sake
Alternatives to a ritual of awakening from sleep to returning to a somnambulistic mind fake
Those options do not exist, you either live on Earth or you die on Earth, no heaven/hell pool
No high water above your head while you’re stuck in the river’s rapids, drinkin’ Alps’ drool.
The boys around here think they know it all, then an emergency comes out of nowhere’s sect
Naturally, they hide until they think their personal safety’s secure, how they serve and protect
I might be higher than the snow on the Zermatt Matterhorn yet I see the clear light’s shadows
Before the Word, before the animation of an #UnmovedMover’s seeds, my Good’s Evil blows.
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r j j stephan, i
c. July 31, 2018 Tuesday @ 9:11 AM PST
*Header photo attributed to the author/artist/photographer c. Paa Joe with a sandal coffin in collaboration with Regula Tschumi for the Kunstmuseum Berne 2006 link @ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paa_Joe#/media/File:Paa_Joe_mit_Sandalettensarg_2006.jpeg }
*Header Video is #WhosOnFirst @Abbot&Costello - *Header photo attributed to the author/artist/photographer c. Paa Joe with a sandal coffin in collaboration with Regula Tschumi for the Kunstmuseum Berne 2006 link @ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paa_Joe#/media/File:Paa_Joe_mit_Sandalettensarg_2006.jpeg }
{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Cr_sPj-XbUs }
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Monday, July 30, 2018
@Warmheartedness #StandUpForYourRights #DontGiveUpTheFight
DOGTAGS & KICKED-LOCKED JAWS
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Kicked me in the face while I was alive, conscious and perceiving the boot in my mouth
Horror of the wondering why I couldn’t move and defend my life was metabolized forth
UFO in your mind’s eye is not Anonymous pretending to be a DzWikileaks bury the lead
I am not what I was the day before my father impregnated my mother, mind-eye’s freed.
Psychological and physiological in the metaphysical complication, chaos is Us AND Them
“X” indictment as a co-conspirator with aliens from an Anonymous, nano-planetary system
Perfection in the empty sewer that the men made to empty the uber-wasted mastication flow
In the meat and potatoes of the carnivore and the nut salads of the herbivore, fed naked ape.
From a lump of DNA in a microscopic cell, comes a con-man entertainer-joker, a daft diddler
A builder, a mason who manufactures wealth out of debt, transforms the dead to the good life
All of us on this planet, third form in space from the glowing ball of flame way-gone, afar, sir
I did it, questioned everything and took no prisoners, nobody gets a pass, not even your wife.
Stinking from the dead and gone, not their skin and bones but their ideas, their handwriting
Suddenly, you’re entire block of housing and urban development is infested by a rat packing
Not the chumming crooners of yesterday’s Las Vegas, Nevada, friends of the Roosevelt dime
Movement of the Unmoved Mover means, the Earth spins, revolves and calculates the Time.
Copy and paste this link and you will be stung by the #PowersThatBe not God but the Man
You know who I’m referring to by the designated moniker “the Man” and if you don’t, tough
Life is like that so since you can’t always get what you want, this Truth, you at least will laugh
Like there’s no tomorrow, ‘cause soon, there won’t be for you, for me, it’s a dream Peter Pan!
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r j j stephan, i
c. July 30, 2018 Monday @ 3:33 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Jimmy Church on Coast to Coast AM #Wikileaks #BarrettBrown link @ https://www.coasttocoastam.com/ } #C2C #F2B #CoastToCoastAM #Wikileaks @BarrettBrown
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@BigSur #BigSur
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Sunday, July 29, 2018
#BoysRoundHereDoNotGAF
CREEPY, STEALIN’ ECLECTIC MOJO
Alrighty then, let’s ride this bike until I hit the horizon at the Tequila sunset without sunrise
Everyday I clean every inch of the heavy metal and oil up the tread gittin’ ready for blacktop
I may not be a flying object unidentified, have mercy, but I am what I am, purple Kush highs
With or without you, I’m going to the end of the line and when I get there, slobs will slop.
Spirits without the two hundred eight bones, head to toe, mythological pretensions of gods
In and out of their invisible minds, evidence of reality just a hope and a dream of psychics
But when Jesus left Chicago for Mississippi or New Orleans, drove the mother of all hot rods
Comatose from Springfield to Wakahatchee, ridin’ high, ridin’ dirty blacktops n’ turnpikes.
Pouring the water and keeping it inside the envelope of spirit’s H2, O2, N2 and burned ash
From the sun the Earth used to be, the son of the Sun, the son of God, the Way to the Matrix
Nowhere that you’ve ever been or even have ever been informed exists in this world’s cache
That is where the diamond in the rough resides, out of sight, out of touch with the fuzzdicks.
Apparently the appearance of the things themselves are confusing to the analytical method
Chopping the words away, meaning by meaning, nuance by nuance, come to Buddha n’ God
Or, if you choose, you’ve freedom of choice after all’s said, One n’ Many are in empty prisons
Let your self’s form get stabbed/pricked by the ‘Insane Many’ drones of god’s seventh sons!
It’s all gonna be alright, as I said, the grass smoke,, the rocks will fly, even God above will die
One thing for certain is you can’t say you didn’t know the deal because I’m spillin’ beans, fly
Climbed out of an egg and a sperm just to fly high into the space between planes, Id’s Thing
Microscopic and macroscopic one and the same, it’s the same above as as below us, Nothing.
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r j j stephan, i
c. July 29, 2018 @ 11:11 AM Dimanche { ‘thinkin’ ‘bout the time in #Memphis, I thought I was in heaven!” -- ZZ Top LIVEBonaroo2013 }
{ drafted as the paradise in California burns down to the ground due to a Car Fire, Smoke is everywhere in the air and on the water!}
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