#SettingYouStraightInTwentyOneEight @Armstrong&Getty #Armstrong&Getty #FakeNews

#GOOGLE #GOD, HOLY SH! #BTTW

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Richard Joseph Stephan · c.Friday, October 5, 2018

 

Scales have never been tilted in any “Thing’s” favor, before or after your placenta/afterbirth

After you get off of this planet, you won’t be alive, it’s not my fault, just layin’ raw, blood truth

Like your daddy did when he claimed that your ma should give up her personal voided scree

It’s making time, without showin’ the lead/gold It may have stolen/earned, tax-less and free.

God in heaven is actually all in the mind of the “All Too Human” hippocampus or cortex

Understanding and Knowledge’s Wisdom are vacant notions from the abyss’ infinite vortex

It ain’t my fault that I put two plus two together and get four either, landsakes beer’s in kegs

My notion of popes and dictators is not a bridge over troubled water, it’s a leap of my legs.

If you think a cartoon character of a dream state in the mind of an LSD dosed USAF veteran

You have no concept of the reality of this or that that happened to your ancestors, all in Sin

The Mortal Sin of this place in space at this moment in time is that your ancestors killed God

I am not in this mix of chaos for the trip of just havin’ something to do, Buddah’s the hotrod.

For the love of money and the kiss of death, my heart and soul are invisible in a tiny chimera

Surprised that there was even a glimmer of light in the pitch black gangway, come on lady

Deeper than purple before the black, deep down inside the empty vacuum, oh my, oh Mama

Not “His” and not “Hers” but “It’s” the nature of the #Beast, easy my man/woman, my baby!

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r j j stephan, i

c. October 5, 2018 @ Friday 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the mighty Jim Bohannon idol speculation talk show from 4-6 AM PST on Talk 650 KSTE then onto the mighty Armstrong & Getty 6-10 AM PST }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlueDiamondEarthJewel #WeAreCausedByANut #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

IBM CRUCIFIED, HANDS ON DECK

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Thursday, October 4, 2018

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Which international business machines will bring Ends to apostasy’s rules of an engagement

Lying about Earth’s position in the pantheon of Cosmic soup, Chicago Cubs’ gone home, sent

Where is the place in Outer-Space, here on Earth from the Past’s presence or any future Time

This Humanity conceived from gametes, miraculously survive gestation birth, I drop a dime.

If you happen to be born on the planet as either René Descartes or Buddah, you’re high above

Where you and I get to read and share this One thought that we’re all joker-loner white doves

Nobody’s outside of this planet’s atmosphere other than possible UFO’s that use light’s speed

A dead man, Frederich Nietzsche opined on the Nature of a #Beast within, Adam’s evil seed.

Overlook Truth, that #Religion charges humanity with sins, mortal, immortal, do unto you

Your being, sense of Self, your bundle of memories is not only imaginary misery but divine

Princes’ princesses born to queens and kings of gold buried in the star dirt, black and blue

Earth, the planet, where life grows from the ground, what’s left of the burned out soul hole.

Crying out loud or screaming your breath, your wind to the nothingness of being, vacuumed

Pertaining to the day prior to your conception by your gamete donors, that’s the rub, Zoomed

Magnified or miniaturized in minds of orphans and the destitute refuse of civilization, God is

Dead only because God was not only never ANIMATED, never an ANIMAL but also, Void Is.

I’m not the only one who believes Nothing but wait, I AM the only ONE, existence’s essence

There is a Way down the middle path, I am on that road, you may or may not be, no worries

Look away from your problems, world or personal and realize you’re gonna die too, any time

Any day or night for any number of reasons, intentional or accidental malfunction into slime.

An epic tale in the middle of the evolution of being creating the end of a star’s event horizon

You’re bored to tears with your face’s mirrored image, getting wrinkled, sunken, all shrunken

Inside your mind, where the recollection of the essence resides, the lion sleeps, hungry, God

Species’ extinction’s under a magic carpet, sky cried God, mob justice ruled, I drag a hotrod.

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r j j stephan, i { “I’d promise you forever if I could...I’d do it over and over again...We ain’t gittin’ outta this love alive! ‘til we’re pusshin’ up daisies baby!” -- The Brothers Osborne }

c. ROCKTOBER 4, 2018, Thursday @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to The Brothers Osborne #PushinUpDaisies & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0}

W.W.A.R.D.

#YoureSoBloodyVain #EyeAmToo #LetsRide #DownToTheRiverside

RUMBLE WITH A RAMBLE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 3, 2018

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The light uncovers the darkness and allows the nature of the beasts to be known, heart & soul

A tasted sweet and sour in a saucer of flightless poultry indicating nothing about poetry’s goal

Makin’ it clear that you cannot write a long story of fiction, true only in the mind of my fans

Which never has nor ever will exist due to the unacceptable nature of being adored by a herd.

It’s not my fault that humans can’t just read words and not think more than the meaning of it

Dreamin’ that you’re in a Hollywood movie and that’s a crazy enough thing but you’re a star

Inconvenient yet inviolate truth, naked to the world I was which included this loco universe

One which appears to be normal and calm at one moment and then spills the chaos curse.

Some type of punishment for being independent in thought, disobedient to a creator’s hehl

It’s not my fault but you can take the inherited blame of the ancestors who ate an apple #dud

It was a predictable temptation to want to be as smart as God and Forbidden Apple’s caramel

You have no idea what’s going on and you’re too proud to beg about the facts, sinkin’ in mud.

Suddenly, dang skippy Ms. #NetNeutraliy, back home in Chicago, something is far from loco

But they don’t live there in the city any longer, if your broken heart and diabolic soul know’d

It’s the process that counts, it’s the journey not the destination and that’s the Truth bein’ told

Families n’ congregations, The herd circling an open bonfire, struggle for survival’s net zero.

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r j j Stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 3, 2018 Wednesday @ 11:11 AM PST

{ written while listenin to some #HITS like @BillyPreston #AroundInCircles on #Chronic youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ghj5V5cUo1s }

#TotalEclipseOfYourSons

 #CloudsInMyCoffeeToo

#WWARD.?

Yup, #BoysRoundHereDontDoTheDuggyInKentucky #LoveSouthernDrawl & #RedDirRoadsAndBackwoods #TotallySUBLIME

HOLDUP, ASSASSINS & DICTATORS

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Who in the world were the mothers and fathers of philosophers and killers of Life and Being

You and I are descended from the illusions and refused junk of the hysterical men of Time

Using the spinning planet as the justification for being morons and idiots with no Sublime

Spinning enculturation byte by byte, unnoticed by newborn babies who never learn to sing.

Now hear this, beautiful girls out on the lakes and near the riverbanks, good weather & love

Put right in the right place at the exact moment you needed me to appear out of blue sky scat

Came down here for you and to show you how to have some fun, since this is all there is, God

Knows nothing more nor less than a bottle of 151 Rum, so lucky I’m old enough for the Spirit.

There is one or two more words to say and write down to re-read in centuries to come ‘round

Around in circles, I chased myself ahead of where I always was, caught up with my last breath

My heart broke, love fell into the black hole, dream broke into the nightmare, I’m earthbound

My ancestors’ bones and mental meanderings are all dead n’ gone, easy to burn and astound.

Shots of whiskey and heartache won’t help the day after I get to hell, alcohol burns it down

That’s where my grandpas put that scat, in the wine, Italian side, on the whiskey, Kaiser side

Sicilians and Irish mixed the American Dream into my brothers and sisters who never frown

Happiness’ gift from Ones who took the trouble to struggle to survive, y’all got a #Free ride.

By the way, there’s nothing personal, comin’ after you with raw nature of a beast we’ve sown

Eating, mating and a myriad of motion in between sleepy jokes, nothing but God goin’ down

Alternatives to deaf n’ dumb belief in gods of the dirt roads, paradise promised by #Darkstars

Forgot all about the infinite space between things, atoms, stars, galaxies and ElonMusk cars.

It’s now or never, you’ve got so much time and then it’s over, pretty quickly gets a hold of you

Brings your blood and bones to a halt in the dirt, underneath the rocks and water, DNA’s fizz

There may be another time to do this over again, there may not be, this might be all there is

You don’t get sweetness today, you can’t stay a bit longer, prince n’ pauper, drink, deep blue.

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rjjstephan

c. Rocktober 2, 2018 Tuesday @ 4:04 PM PST

{ Co-written (by sublime Jack Daniels, me, myself & of course, I) while listenin’ to some Eric Church #DesperateMan & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/sq93t3J4R5c }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

REAL #FakeNews #SCOTUS #CIA #NSC #ConscienceOfTheNation #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

NEW MEN PROTECTION, FLIGHT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 1, 2018
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Former this and that, the usual #FakeNews comin’ out of the squawk box of the Earth ray

It’s not my fault, it’s not your fault, it’s not our fault that this Earth is this far from star sons

We didn’t make it, we don’t sustain it, all we do is rearrange the molecular structure of DNA

Backwoods in the Bayou or back to the bays of the continental crust above deep water runs.

I know you don’t know me and you never will, vice versa and that makes no difference at all

You could live alone as a hermit-orphan and not know any people and it would be the same

Attached only to the food and the sleep and the avoidance of the pain from irritations of God

Rocked and rolled until the cows came home and then used the proceeds, excrete goldenrod.

Near and far from the end of the universe there is One thing that always remains, I’m dyin’

That is that there is only One dreamer, not many characters who think that they are gods

A dreamer dreams this dream, that’s me, not you or them or anyone else, I’m the eagle flyin’

Penetration mystery, the Who, the What and the Where leaves you with the How and Why.

And then you awaken while still dreaming and find the ease of intent and will to gitterdone

One way or another just the thought of the need fulfills the essence of intent causing screws

No mother or father could ever tell their young children that existence itself is #FakeNews

Giving the Truth after the pain and suffering of childbirth is far from reality, hot #Shotgun.

Unstable logic leading to beliefs in irrational conclusions on false inference assumptions

In the field of the third dimension, fourth or fifth, it is indeed what it is tonight and today

Tomorrow has not arrived, the planet revolves around revolvers and the fire in our bones

You are ready to go into protection mode, ready to bid adieu to desperate friends’ moans.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 1, 2018 Monday @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to The Rolling Stones #ShesSoCole & #GUTS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/jo34VhfcetU }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

@ricoSacto #ricoSacto #PlayingWithFire #KnockThatChipOffOfYourShoulderRich - thanks pops, a quote from papa, daddio @AlbertRichardStephan

THE STRUGGLE, IT’S TIME’S SPACE

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Sunday, September 30, 2018 

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You believe you aren’t descended from the warriors who survived the struggle to be dense

Even God needs a blow job every so often, it helps to rock your true Self to sleep in the deep

Undersea or outer-space is #InAndOut of the dream, don’t you know it? It all makes sense

A quick slice or a long stab, watching the life run out of the bad thing you gotta eat or bury.

If you don’t eat it and the dead meat rots to high heaven, you will move upwind to be free

Stench of the death’s ebb and flow, makin’ you wonder if to be or not to be is a question’s glee

Free choice doesn’t exist, everything is a cause and effect of the intended grace we display

Born and raised to rock the babies and ladies to sleep when they least expect a really bad day.

Completely foolish and above the law, It’s where the creator resides, in your own mind’s eye

Don’t wait for the third eye to weep, it has no tears and the sun don’t shine inside the big guy

Only the rocking motion of the cradle can put the divine down on the ground, its own Being

Nothing further from the truth than that this Dream you and I sleep in, is NOT a sham-fake!

Trained by the elders to be brutal and ruthless to win every battle and war against the who#e

She never lets the sun shine on the freedom river, only in the darkness’ whole black hole ho

On the border and on the loose, ridin’ the pale horse with my black cowboy hat tipped howdy

Movin’ on to the campfire, suppertime and lookin’ for a reason to remain alive as if it’s duty.

It ain’t a duty, no obligation to secure my pledge to survive until I die with a smile, got it son?

Did everything with eyes wide open, except when I got rocked to sleep on the way to prison

I am innocent, someone else is guilty but it ain’t me, I wasn’t there and I didn’t do it, trust me

Would I like to? Remove you, my father, my confessor, my mother’s magic slight of handy.

Creator destroyed in a brief stint here and now, promised immortality’s deceit, delivered fear

Death’s the utmost, revered ending for thinking things, if you’re A WARRIOR, now hear this

Do the time where the sun never shines and the river of liberty has no course near your arse

How long ‘fore you realize this Truth? Rocked asleep in Space again, Time itself’s G.D. farce.

Measure the spin of the dirty rock as it rolls around the ecliptic path of it’s electronic particle

Neutron stars are blown every microsecond to pretend that all of this means more than Krill

Shrimp in a terrestrial ocean, evolving consumables for free shark and barracuda, God’s meat

How long mortality lasts with bits of pleasure & pain, mighty gods, GD ElonMusk.TV, sweet!

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r j j stephan, i { * THE HEADER is artwork by John Buscema from 1979 A.D. }

c. September 30, 2018 Sunday @ 06:41 hours (AM) P.S.T.

{ written in 10 repeats of the Eagles mighty hits on youTube #HowLongWomanWillYouWeep link @ https://youtu.be/LmW5McLF-Uk }

<3 p="">W.W.A.R.D.? ...she would PLAY with the FIRE! Yeah mama!