#MamaMia #Queen #NothingReallyMattersToMe #CheckItOut

A STITH CUTTIN' 9's, TO DIE FOR

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Saturday, November 17, 2018

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Signification of nothing is probable at worst, yet I spend my PRIMATE time watchin’ God

Y’all will figure it all out before it’s too late, why you’re here, killer-ape program in the blood

A primate paradise in the middle of nowhere with nothing but cave wall etching scratches

Command this and that for the welfare of the herd or extinction is immanent, fate detaches.

As all of the dead who used to dream know well, this here’s the best you get from mighty God

Creator of everything that is composed of matter and the energy that fuels the genome blood

Fooling around making the species compound its ignorance with birth of morons and idiots

Dead Sea and a Book of The Dead to produce idiotic bones of moronic lives in fade-out skits.

Born of woman and buried in the mother of the things themselves, a herd of Mankind, God

After Earth becomes engulfed in an inevitable supernova, ridiculous animated AIDS blood

For the sake of your astounding genius of figuring out how to pay your bills, a self, at One

On your last breath, you’ll know you’ve festered in mediocrity, exceptional, it will be done!

Here and now is the way to see and hear, smell, taste and touch, open your mind to the feasts

Without the sunshine from the star we call sun, we have no point of staying alive, zero, none

Close your eyes now & then, it’s the same sight, same insight, same foresight of a #Me2-clone

A plethora of Nothingness without light or matter, soultrain of an aimless herd of wildebeest.

Before you or I will ever know it, it’ll all be over, the final curtain will be drawn with no finale

You get what you get and reap what you sow, straight furrows and green lawns of back yards

Trees from seeds, dirt and water, weeds mutated and caught on fire, CAMP’s successful torch

A genius government agent sets ignition on a plantation and causes #Wildfire blow of cards.

Play the ones you get dealt by the powers that be beyond our control, accidentally intentional

Roll the die, heroes and their mothers are just like the DNA and RNA of the cell, sensational

Without the mothers, the fathers do not push the faux-Nirvana’s chimpanzee bliss, K to 12’s

Extended logic and historical records prove the narrative is inconclusive, no Santa, no elves.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 17, 2018 AD @ 9:11 AM PST

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to #IWasBornToLoveYou by Queen & ‘HITS’ https://youtu.be/Fna56a_r41s?list=RDFna56a_r41s }

 

W.W.A.R.D.??

#LowTimes #HighsAndLows #HeightOfAbsurdity

WE ON THE AIR, A DILEMMA VOID?
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 16, 2018

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This isn’t a moving picture it is reality, it is the thing itself in front of imaginary faces

What’s wrong with that? Nothing at all. It’s a matter of being without you, no traces

Something is missing from the puzzle, my Void is Emptiness, as it should be, if only I

Am the One who makes it become what it is and always will be, this here weird blue sky.

Sometimes cloudy and sometimes clear as the diamonds and sapphires, divinity’s bone

To see the face of the goddess who was there at the origin of the Big Bang’s atom hoarder

Whether you are a present, former or future POTUS # 45 - Donald J. Trump’s spy/clone

This world is in a better place now for you, for me and for the beggars at our holy border.

There once was a razor that was so sharp it could cut itself on its own stoned consciousness

In and out of the reality of the present on the planet’s surface, in or out of our minds’ bliss’

Unhealthy air to walk and run around in, go ahead have your lungs blowout my own wildfires

Jumping out of this place in space where morons fear to go, you see what I do, funeral pyres.

There’s no surprise when your number’s up, when your name’s called, you ain’t deaf, dumb

You and I will gasp our last breath in our lungs to make our blood pump oxygen in the dump

We call it home, our life, our gift from the creator’s universe, occult #Isis or fallen #Osiris
#Zeus’ nature as above, so below, gods are NOT dead, immortal brothers on a magic bus.

It’s for me to know and for you to find out, just not a concern to the immortals, O2 gargle

Don’t need the air, alive in the outer space emptiness of the Void around the blue marble

Modify the scavenger class, the beggar class, weed out the workers from the freeloaders

Beggars become the grafters of the 21st century, have kids, they’re not his, they’re hers.

Eve’s children or whoever began this evolutionary survival mechanism, kids are all alright

Kids are alright, they learn no ethical guidance to the good, the bad or the ugly prize-fight

Herd the punks in line, straight, narrow paths from chaos to nirvana’s leapin’ blind faith

Big cities and small towns on the way to a rendering plant, ground #humeat for a #wraith.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 16, 2018 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST #BreatheIn & soon you will not #BreathOut

{ drafted in a vacuous void with a curvaceous one while listenin’ to the mighty Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE GETTIN’ ready to go out in the #SmokeOnTheWater @ https://youtu.be/zUwEIt9ez7M }

 W.W.A.R.D. ??

#WeGotYourSix #Branded #Tattood

GOIN' DOWN?

 

666

CONSCIENCE, SCIENCE & A SIGH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 13, 2018

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I love California and it burned down last weekend, many innocent men and women died

Bones and the remains the intent of the cadaver dogs of natural war, on a spark plug ride

Transformers, utility cables with Marconi’s electricity, leakin’ natural sunburn, divine air

People run, people disappeared into thin air, underground, underworld, under the radar.

Compared to a moment ago y’all appear to be identical, as above, so below, we was/were

Past, present and future collide right in front of my lyin’, blind eyes and distorted audio fur

In or out of my ears and far away from understanding why this happens to Humans’ Spirit

Indeed, I forgot church last week, missed the service, all my fault that heaven sent the hurt.

This is not a rupture of your scantily clad monkey fur or the direction of a suffering idiot

It is the perfectly phrased noise meaning nothing at all, dream alive and dream dead bolt

A lock on the gate that you may not enter until your last breath, if then, maybe not below

It may be that the space outside of this planet’s bubble is an empty void without any glow.

For the sake of brevity, if you must, remove yourself to the boudoir and the mother-lode

Into the unconscious dream state of alpha, beta or Zappa, become ranch #Dead #Mothers

Cursed from first to the last blink of eyes, jumpin’ to wild conclusions, a retrograde mode

Cause of the First Mover is as unknown as is a DNA pool of your great, dead grandfathers.

Soon enough, you’ll remember this day at least since it appears to be happening, gone too far

I, on the other hand have forgotten this moment already, burnin’ hot flame made in holy Hell

Where the smoke engulfed my lungs, even close to the ground that melted below me, I’m tar

Unqualified to be an immortal being, there is a consequence to the mortality ride, dumbbell!

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 13, 2018 AD @ 10:10 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to the Grateful Dead #FriendOfTheDevil & HITS I lifted off youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XacvydVrhuI }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DispatchHelpMe #GodHelpMe #ForgetAboutIt

#CAMP #WILDFIRE #CONSCIENCE

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 15, 2018

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Fake tales about what never happened anywhere in the universe, it’s your life’s spit

What to expectorate and what to swallow are the only two choices that will save us

False statements and #FakeNews are inherently evil while alive, gods of the Dead Sea

Wander from coast to coast and pole to pole, island hop and dive deep down to be.

Miracles and tragedies are one and the same thing when you get really Far Out man

Seriously speaking and without appearing to fear the nature of the Truth, god human

It is my prerogative to speculate upon the nature of Being, of our own life and death

A procedure of action, cause and effect of the movement of the diminished bad breath.

In the end as it was in the beginning, there was nothing, is nothing and will be same

Holy crisis’ cross pretending to be the saver of the genome’s code, Fire, Ice and Fame

It turns the matter into the stuff of dreams’ work, where movies and reality are One

Meaning that without you and I nor anyone else, there’s no Good here and now son.

There is a little bad and little bit of ugly behind your eyes, blinded by light gestation

Look into the mirror but that is not your Self, but it is an image of light transmission

Extinction of every animated digger and crawler and the cave dwellers wall scratch

Hunters killin’ the meat for the soup, consume the dead to stay alive, let’s play catch.

This won’t ring any bells for you but you may read this over and over again, program

Perfection of the wobbling hundred and fifty thousand jewels is immanent, we’re spam

See nothing over here or there, see no evil spelled backward, recollect your conscience

Guy is only an accoutrements to throw guys in the dead sea, we just said, Nonsense!

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOWVEMBER ONE-FIVE, 2018 AD @ 9:11 AM

{ drafted while listenin’ to Cheech and Chong in honor of my father who loved those 2 boys, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/kqkKUBlux_Q }

 nb. #GraceOfInnocents #Fire #Ice #Void

W.W.A.R.D.?

#UtterBLISS, #CheechChong #PrisonerSurprises

 { #HistoricalRecord of brothers who I loved #ForeverDave, #Hispanic, #Mex, #Chicano, #Jesus }

 

BLISS, #CheechChong PRISON PRIZE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, November 14, 2018

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Midland or in the middle of the work, the art, the picture, the portrait, the #FakeNews

Before the time when you can’t breathe another gasp of #SmokeyTheBear’s hair blues

Burned brush and redwoods, cedars, spruce and whatever the #HellFire ate, It scrams

Consumed down to the rocks and the dirt, now like a moonscape satellite of God’s dams.

Picasso could not trumpet the coming, it wasn’t on TV or backfired radio news in the AM hail

It just came with people in cars yelling and screaming to “Move, get the #Phuque out my way

As if someone wanted to stay in one place and become consumed by hot fire sparks’ #Topgun

Invisible Man upstairs, give me a break, pray to who for what, man’s or gods’ good or evil fun.

Nobody knows anything for certain, including you professor know-it-all, you googled-it-all

A fool in the rain or the snow is a fool on the ground of being, a lease on one of God’s balls

Growing DNA from rampant RNA spinnin’ in circles, wobbling in an ecliptic ad infinitum

For your eyes and ears only, nothing to feel or touch here, smack the bad taste out my bum.

Giants cannot see the microscopic microbes, mitochondrial survival of the fit scum’s slime

Animated bone bags, calcified soft rock, bodies formed of an idea, a modal unit’s primetime

Of the mice and the women, the fish in the sea to shining sea, we get around the blue climax

Knowing that the end is near or far is not a panacea, bars and locked down in a prison #Max.

All you have for the punishment of the crime is the thoughts between your ears, inside a 6x6

Payin’ for the freedom you took for granted and threw it all away forever, incarnated dust sex

Gloves on hands, red duct taped wrists, boxing the 4 walls you got to beat your God incarnate

Time won’t heal any wounds beyond Space’s third day, you got an itch, so go #Scratch a date.

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r j j stephan, i { *grati for the #header above the scroll Escuela Deportiva Pablopicasso }

c. BLOVEMBER 14TH, 2018 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ *drafted while listenin’ to a cranial pressure release listenin’ to the mighty Cheech and Chong historical cyber-record on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iMYHEhyf_Rs }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlackOnBlue #BlueAndBlack #SoSorry #LiedToMe #MONEY

STRIPPERS, ROLL ME SOMETHIN’

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 13, 2018

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Could be beautiful and invisible at the same time, in stealth like a bomber ready to annihilate

From the pity of the rat-infested cities to the sorrow of the back-wood, dirty-road caliphate

Pills and salves on within and without the 208 bones of Adam’s Eve and the DNA star-trust

All Time in every Space is One and the same, nowhere and everywhere makin’ out holocaust.

Creation of two F-22’s, a raptor 412 million bucks each makes a 1/2 a billion buck shadow tax

Go to work and pay the piper, take it from your sweat and blood, to hell with your baby tears

Bombers and flying wings of flashing lights, back-engineered mothers not of this Earth’s men

What is it? What are they? X-15 shoes on my feet at 13, never wore out, taken, God’s whores.

Escort performing, #Underground nature of a Being, Earth’s your mother, it’s not your pop’s

F-18 #Skunks have an odor of bloody punks pretending to be tuned to invisible, cosmic gods

Numbskulls and intelligence merge into the bleeding river of nightmares and daydream stops

Wore a top hat and white gloves on the stage but naked as a j-bird in a rumble seat’s hotrod.

Greasing the gears to hide the naive, all too human fears, nobody knows everything ‘bout Life

In the river’s stream, playin’ the games in the right place at the wrong time, got to beat a wife

Not mine or yours but the wife of the guy in charge of the whole shebang, all-Broadway funky

Slippin’ in/out of dreams, creepin’ in the AM darkness, to find a dead-end ghetto OG junkie.

I shall survive alone and at one with the universe but I won’t have time to trump Hearts’ aces

Cards are dealt and I didn’t shuffle the deck, I didn’t cut the deck, I never knew divine faces

Could be beautiful and invisible at the same time, in stealth like a bomber ready to annhilate

My darkness without light consumed the moments I had laughing at the moon’s death fate.

It’s a burned out star, don’t shine or heat the bones and blood 186,000 miles away from here

A satellite of Earth’s status as Home of Android and Cellphones to communicate with Spock

Wandering and wondering with an evolved chain of lightnings central nerves, full faux-fear

From the get-go it’s Truth or fake Pride, be mellow, Hollywood be rollin’ bones off the dock.

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r j j stephan, i { *header is a DNA mix of The Jezabels, here, now! Blind between the eyes! }

c. BLOVEMBER 13, 2018 @ 5:05:05 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Kool & the Gang #HollywoodSwingin & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/YK-cvcw3ngM?list=RDd-z2Kyiu0Nk }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#CloseToMySpine #HollowAndNaked #SoulStrippers

MONDAY DREAM ON A CUFF LINK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, November 12, 2018

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Forgot my top hat and white gloves, I’ve become nothing perfunctory, infallible or certain

My mind dreams outside and inside of things themselves and there’s electronic confusion

A prison with bars and solid steel doors cannot hold the spirit inside the bones of the Pope

Punks and derelicts all over my dream within a dream, doin’ dirty deeds with AC/DC dope.

Compared to yesterday tomorrow is an unknown, right here and now is past in a flinch

Why your mother and father conceived this life you’ve got, there’s no way to tell for sure

Probably an accidental crash of two heavenly bodies and disqualifying me, a tiny pinch

Putting Smash back in graveyard’s dirt, front of the fence or outback, deity kills the pure.

Beyond the burning fire of atoms in each star in the cosmos, there’s Nothing but fool’s gold

I don’t have any proof any more than anyone has any proof that there’s Life out there, oh Ga

Sisters and brothers mating, fighting, dying for no good reason at all, for the Karma on hold

Wings on my back are in use and I am not coming back to the nest to rest, swamp of the FLA.

Begin the life in innocent ignorance and end the same life with identical wisdom of a saint

Nothing to begin with and nothing to end with, not even a slight reward or rebuke for Evil

Alive is just a girl named Evil A. and that is all there is for real, who is that lady? She ain’t

Peach, apple, bean and animal fat goin’ in and out of the machine, your mama’s on the pill.

Extinction of the species is an act of contrition for being so mean in a garden called Eden

Where the First Lady named Eve, came before Christ’s mass, an anointed elf, Xmas twerp

Presents of unknown intent, to dupe receivers into longing for words up in a fountain pen

Pointed to the quadratic equation and the categorical imperative and I hear crickets’ chirp.

Smell and breathe the burned grass and wood, the pungent odor of dead dirt, a tornado spout

Alive in the fear and loathing inherited from the teachers, professors of faith in an Unknown

Without seeing or hearing the miracle presented, a blind faith is reduced to the only way out

Utter hopelessness, midgets smiling, universal faith in nothing at all, I think I’m overblown.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 12, 2018 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ written while in inbred-audio-mating with the #Marconi on Talk 650 KSTE-AM & the mighty Armstrong & Getty givin’ opine re: gangland killing.....maybe they can learn from the draft of the WW I thugs from the #BigApple back in 1917? link iHeartRadio @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }

 #PulpFiction SOUNDTRACK

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NothingMatters & #WhatIfItDid #HeardItOnMyRadio #Queen #SteveieRayVaughan #FreddieMercury

#SNAPS, I’sA #dozens ROYAL FLUSH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 11, 2018

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In the middle of dead night up on the north pole’s moguls and snow-blind slopes, I fly above

Everywhere gets no higher than I do, call me bald but I’ve got feathers you can see all my love

A deep blue sea or under fire, smoke, dirt and rock you get buried within a pretender’s spirit

Where the matter of elder dust, asexual copied genes of RNA in the DNA nucleii, you got it?

Now and then the family’s needing some food and comfort in the dark nights, therefore I am

Nothing else to do here and now in the presented past and denied future dirty water scams

Games on the boards and the grounds of being, with the players, the rules and happy ending

Where the beans are counted and the gold is saved in the lead vaults of the planet’s lining.

Outside of this Earth, there is nothing for thousands of miles and then there is rolling rock

Between the emptiness of the Void and the Vacuum, Nothing is left to appear on the block

Staying out of tune for extended periods of time causes malfunctions in the junction, doubt

Only one of them and there are many more behind and ahead of where I stand in and out.

Dizzy up there in the heights of the abscence of everything, you know exactly what I mean

Even if you’ve forgotten your trip from the netherworld into the conceived DNA of a teen

Sudden birth, sudden death in the stars because you cannot blame it on the One sun, ours

That would be a destructive and burning hot First Cause, it would ruin Hollywood stars.

Walks and runs of fame’s fortune and neverending acts of naitivity, ignorance and fake news

From All Fathers without children and Mothers without husbands, you got it, TV-Radio ruses

Bitter people young and old, feeding off of young, helpless and hopeless, down-luck’s dumps

For a jinxed, stoned rock-play, happiness springs and falls, it’s the #TheDonald who trumps.

An appearance on the side of the road with the full metal jackets of your grandmother’s sons

Trucking from sea to sea, from Gulfs to borders of North and South poles of neutrons’ mix

All of our children want freedom and the ability to be civilized in their neighborhood matrix

Here’s the serving of man you waited for, the #Manburger, eagles just runnin’ the #Dozens.

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r j j stephan, i { "blazing", "hiking", "roasting", "capping", "clowning", "ranking", "ragging", "rekking", "crumming", "sounding", "checkin", "joning", "woofing", "wolfing", "sigging", or "signifying" }

c. BLOVEMBER 11, 2018 AD @ 11:11 AM PST

{ DRAFTED b4 the #Daylight was blocked by the For those in the path of the CaliforniaFires Malibu WoolseyFire, #GodBlessYall, & may comfort be in your near future & listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan ‘LIVE’ Montreaux link @ https://youtu.be/S2uMYyAKFvU }

FINIS

 

W.W.A.R.D.?