#UseMeUntilYouUseMeUp #JustKiddin' @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #WORD

I AM IRISH, WHY i DO NOT CRY? *

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, September 29, 2018

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Listen up my friends, if you’re a leprechaun and you know it, give me a high five, #yoyo

A party when you are young is just a party until you find that somebody has stalked you

Just because you were the quarterback of the football team and all around a jock’s strap

But there’s a lot of #Haters in and out of the capitol so if your eyes are wide open, smack!

You can be slandered by the left or the right but in the end, it doesn’t really matter at all

Your mother and father are proud of you even if haters lie about you and slander, with gall

They come out of the woodwork, the lovers and seekers of the #Limelight, sweet old boozer

No makeup to make your face look less worn and withered by the #Sunlight, beautiful loser.

I know you know that I know what you mean when you say what you say about things, I know

Moments in Time are always exactly on the money, paying attention to the dreams that flew

Cows come home after you get to sleep in bed, blacked out about every last thing you did, yep

If you can’t remember EVERYTHING then someone MAY remember you, because you blew.

If my daughter told me that she was jumped on by the quarterback of a football team, uh-oh!

It would have been an epic career for the youngster, if the charges were false, well you know

It’s a condition of propositional logic, how our brain works and makes a mind appear to be

To take full responsibility for every action the body and mind take, every day, have no fear.

DO NOT JUDGE ME and I will not judge you, if you judge me then I will judge you, that’s it

That’s all there is to it, judge not lest ye be judged translated from the Aramaic, just say ‘duh’

Our fathers who aren’t in heaven have gone to hehl and they can’t get out, their souls’re dead

Our fathers bequeathed this mother’s egg, if you say so and so it did, our God’s a star’s Nova.

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r j j stephan, i { *Here Come The Judge - Judge Brett Cavanaugh's meme in header - cred }

c. September 29, 2018 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PDT

{ written while listenin’ to Boz Scaggs & Duane Allman & a cornucopia of sharps and flats on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oTFvAvsHC_Y }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#HighlyImprobablePossiblity #WhyWouldEye ?

#HairInTheAir

WINK, WINK, HYPERENTITY, AHO

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, September 28, 2018

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There are eyes on you and I, you may not like what you will find here within these thoughts

Just a warning to look away if you don’t want to know what you need to know before you die

I have an hour and a half to let you know what I know when I actually need just a minute

Miracles occur when you’re not paying attention, you have no idea that it’s all pablum for it.

It’s an answer to the mystery, why you’re here, how you used to be, to get nuts and then bolt

About the birds and the bees and the microscopic bugs and fleas smilin’ as they climb upon

My conscious awareness that fills the empty container that human species is, not my fault

You grew up without your mother or your father, now you’re a movie star, get it together son.

It is their fault that you were abandoned or ill trained by the elders in your random ape troop

From DNA’s nuclei, we’ve come to move around, pass God around & in an infinite, spirit loop

First there’s the stuff that just happens, events with nothing of themselves, a straight shooter

It may not be an answer, will of the Divine, the Way. is God’s revolution, a fake prince pauper

Morons, idiots, kings, priests, musicians, singers, actors and players, it all goes in circles

Then when the stars fell down to the ground, I put them inside of my grounded One system

Unmoved like the mover who sat tight for millennia, I am now full of the effulgence of sin

Into the future, into fire and brimstone that melts the forms down to their glowin’ sparkles.

In the court of being an outlaw with the other dirty, rotten tomatoes or apples, all of it, juice

Hurt by nobody and I hurt nobody but some want some of ‘this’ anyhow, some say it’s a ruse

It goes in one ear and goes out the other, like it or not, a hyperentity spirit turns to gold dust

I linger for your glance’s gaze, your sad eyes streaming my reflection into a dream’s bust.

This gold used to be lead but the transformation was worth the wait, it’s like fallin’ out a bed

Dreamin’ on the ground of this being that flies around the sun, like a bird in a nest of debt

In forms of random stickup men, robbing what we’ve plundered, bones of chump followers

A record spinning on a turntable bein’ scratched by a diamond needles in a golden showers.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 28, 2018 Friday @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Gwen Stefani #WhatAreYouWaitingFor & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/f5qICl3Fr3w }

#WeAintGettinOutOfThisLoveAlive #NeverForget

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BeSilly #BeTheMan - REDUX FOR THE MINIONS! #OnBeingWilliamCooper #WilliamCooper

MIX MINE WITH #151

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 27, 2018

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You know that you’re no good without me givin’ you the hot tips on gettin’ along doggies

We had some fun before the #151 but after, well, I don’t remember any of it, lost my keys

Still can’t find my truck, I thought I parked it across the street from the bar, it’s my fault

I think I drove drunk and on the way straight to hell, I stopped at this bar for a shot of malt.

It was after five and Friday night after the high school football game, my wife liked the tug

I went out for a drink or two at the #DeepEnd drinkin’ hole, goin’ up and down with the rum

We lived Up and we lived Down but I piled all of my bottles up in a neat pile, what a chump

So we didn’t have to worry about fallin’ down into the darkness, after I drank the whole jug.

So, after I couldn’t use logic and reason any longer, after the fourth black JD, lights went out

Didn’t see daylight until the whiskey emptied, ‘round noon and in whiskey drenched sheets

Patriotic patriots pretending to protect the proper people, leaving the sewage to little feets

We all walk and roll around from place to place until the movement ceases, just don’t pout.

It’s not your fault and it’s no skin off of your arse to the Pale Horses of the ones who keep me

In the deep state of the centerfold, there is an old, rotten, dirty bastard that follows the flow

Where is the New World Order boogie man or boogie woman? Is it the end of the terror yet

Probably a ruse to replace the World War sequence, there won’t be a WW 3, that you can bet.

Here’s some old news that will burn the barn down with the cows and horses inside, all dead

151 rum’s beginning to flow into my brain and the mind is wandering away from logical dread

I served the wine to the priests when I was a young boy, changed the water into wine, ate God

They made me do it when I was 7, I confessed no sins, I became the One, Holy Ghost’s blood.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 27, 2018 @ 4:04 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to the best “old” broadcast EVER, William Cooper to the sheeple of the world, link @ https://youtu.be/KMlE6aiDFfY & the interview @ https://youtu.be/QAv5eLfEdQ4 }

#WWARD

Milton William "Bill" Cooper predicts 9/11 and MORE on June 28, 2001

W.W.A.R.D.?  #AngelInFlight #AngelInFlight

#PullTheTrigger #HandsUpDontShoot #JustTrippin' #Damnation @ACDC #REDUX

IT’S NUTHIN’, WHAT D’YA THINK? *

 

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Wednesday, September 26, 2018

 

You may or may not follow a deductive or inductive argument in favor of skepticism’s Id biz

Checking it out, the situation you’ve been in for years and years or just a few minutes, in debt

Makes absolutely no difference if it’s a hundred years on Earth or One day, this is all there is

No heaven and no hell to entertain your hopes and dreams about the fear of terminal death.

In a word or in a dream behind your eyes, this passes for a nightmare with beliefs full of scat

Seduced by the offers of the phantasmagoria, one foot in front of the other is just not enough

Ready to jump out of a skyscraper window because the building is burning down, it’s smokin’

To fly for the last time, without wings and smash into the ground, 208 bones and blood splat.

You may or may not follow the deductive and inductive arguments in favor of skepticism’s Id

But I know that you don’t know like I know what’s so deep in my soul, with the gold and lead

Awaiting consciousness transmutation, back into the precursor of my accidental conception

Assuming without a brain, devoid of a mind, no conscious awareness, a Nothing soul, a Sun.

If the sun fails to rise or set, Earth will die, the entire universe and God itself, depends on US

Thirds stone from the sun with a satellite blue moon, everything dies without the solar terms

Politics and Economics are not the concern, it’s my concern to survive the viral hostile germs

Part of the hole’s a sliced piece of cake, you will be exiled from paradise on a greyhound bus.

Alright this may be It, all that she ever wrote and left in the archives, buried in the cold caves

If the stars align, you may see a meaning to life before you die, pray before someone else does

Appearances are everything, timing is everything, without the appearance in Time, we’re air

Nothing without the forms and shapes of the matter, Energy Void in a Vortex, I don’t care.

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r j j stephan, i  {* the header is my #Muse who moves the thing I sit upon! That’s all folks!}

c. September 26, 2018 AD @ 2:22 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to the Everlast #SmokingAndDrinking & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/mYGGfK4bqVs }

W.W.A.R.D.?

WHAT IT IS? SOMEBODY TELL ME...

CLAWS? WIFE & TWO BAMBINOS?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 25, 2018
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Was it something I said? Maybe it was something that I did to you? Did it hurt? She dines

It’s like there’s nothing more important than getting some food to eat, like it’ll kill me to go

I like to stalk and play with the game before the suppertime, my shebang of cattery of felines

Got to hunt for the mate, she awaits the return with the game of her choice, oh baby buffalo.

Mothers don’t want their young eaten just because there was no self defense, so mothers kill

Kill the predator and leave it for the buzzards and jackals who love to pick at the dead stuff

Miracle is that there is anything alive left on Earth at all, the voracious appetite to eat itself

God and Jesus, Buddha and Krishna care less about Zen Oneness than I, they’re all D E A D.

But I’m still here and now giving the low down on the down low with the boys and girls in bed

Places we’re born, on ground floors of hospitals’ O.R. or in a cave in a Sp/Fr/English sinkhole

On the West side of the Pacific or Atlantic waters, men and women reproduce little Cisco kids

Poncho and Diego met down at the border, WAR began at holy Rio Grande, outlaws gotta go.

In time, this too shall pass beyond the mud, the blood and the beer in your gullet, set to bust

It is as it always was and always will be, with or without me here and now, we’re all gonna die

I’m here to say that, it was my job, my life’s only reason for allowing my being in the sawdust

Less than perfect at bit or two, yet I am the only game on the page, a black cat paw’s on a fly.

Playing it again for Sam won’t do any good, Sam’s got to jam on the 88’s until the cows come

The light’s just past the total darkness embedded deep in my soul, my spirit, my mind’s numb

I slid into home, head first, hit the bottom, it turned out to be the top, yo, what’s it all about?

Nowhere else to go where I am not, I am all of this everywhere, I’m blinkin’ lights, I am Out.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 25, 2018 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ written listenin’ to #WARtheBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/P0oUXbE4G2w }

RJS #MONEY

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FireOnTheMountainIsMeMyselfAndMy #TwoThirdIce #DiceClay

MYSTERIOUS IDIOT, FOLLOW ME

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richard joseph stephan * MONDAY, 9-24-18

Look at me! You see that you are my food for the day, for my progeny to gnaw and refuse

It is not my fault that you don’t know how to kill before YOU are killed, I will eat you alive

If you are still crying and trying to get away, I’ll yank your neck off n’ lick the skin of yo’ feet

I’ll get the brain bucket stuff when I’m done with the thighs and wings and drumstick meat.

You wish you were a son of a #Bitchin mama, spoiled red meat does what all red meat does

After the skin is gone in the light or in my cave in the dark, it all tastes like the feces they eat

All food is dead life, we eat for the fuel to move and think to avoid being killed for bone meat

One thing leads to another and on to necromancy, badabing badaboom, take a byte and blow.

What do you got for me? Something I’ve never heard about? Dogs ate men, created the scat

This is exactly what you get when you have morons and idiots making more of their own, drat

It’ll get worse and then it will end in the smoke puff of the dispersed planet Rock’s dream roll

Third from Emptiness, last in line for any good reason to be innocently guilty, a Godlike troll.

You will fade to the Whiteness of the color of blinded Light, blanked mind, a damaged cortex

Once the last drop of blood has been licked from the last bone in the corner, I need kitty sex

To create the meat for the gods to destroy, ad infinitum, compassion for a Nothingness Void

As if I care that the dream will fade to black once I’ve awaken, oneness, zen, oh mama! . . . !

Purr and growl at once, waiting for the assault of the dominant ones, ready for the kill now

Licking paws, groomin’ the mate and being groomed for the next dinner, lovin’ crossbones

Time and Space are the planet’s matrix for this stage of life, death, survival of the fit & mighty

Put yourself in the place of your dead ancestors, they’re not here, not there, nowhere, trinity?

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 24, 2018 @ 4:11 AM PDT

{ drafted while listenin’ to #GRATEFUL dead on youTube link to the #DEADBOX @ https://youtu.be/ePU2Ygv1ILU }

#GratefulDead @GratefulDead

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WangDangDoodle in the #BlueDiamondPipes

DIRTY DOGS AND A GENTLEMAN

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, September 23, 2018

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You or I can talk our heads off until the cows come home, it won’t do any good

There is no place for heroes and no place for thieves to move from the city hood

Stayin’ within and putting up with the ‘tough’ guys who want to get a piece of you

You know they can’t unless it’s an ambush, so you just never know for real, I do.

Hair on the back of my neck stands up and pricks the cotton of my collar, I’m alert

For the millionth time, thugs don’t want to admit their proclivity to a weeping tyke

So, they give you the business as if you care about anything except cease and desist

Knuckles, fisticuffs or martial art magic, you do what needs to be done in the psyche.

Dreams and reality crush into the colonies and cause the states of the union & #Starwars

Prehistoric before the #Word and post-historic language diversification, gave us the cars

We drive to and fro in a panic or at leisure, colliding with other things not stoppin’ on dimes

Even dirty dogs get hit running across the road toward your head’s lights and chrome rims.

Slick hair parted down the middle of the road, widow’s peak split in two, Vaseline double-do

No wind and no quick hand could move the set coiffure, set until drenched with lye and soap

If the well has gone dry, you need to use the toilet’s water to rinse your scalp’s irritation rap

Sky ain’t cryin’ no more but you will be when canines lick-up the funk that follows, oh crap.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 23, 2018 AD @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted while mixin’ up a #JukeJoint #Boilermaker at this solo-party, drama ain’t stoppin’ no @KokoTaylor screamin’ HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BEHrBHSbFa8 }

 W.W.A.R.D.?