#FurballsAndFootballs #ChooseWellMySon #RidinOnTheFreewayInAPinkCadillac

@IRONMAN DREDS, ONE BROAD*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 8, 2018

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Dead today, caput! A lot different from yesterday or last week, last year forever and a day Da

I have no horn to toot a blow and no eighty-eights to tickle or even pretend to make my R&B

It’s all inside of my head, that’s exactly what my dad and the professors said, Women are free

All something I’ve manufactured outta thin air, I got here and now, after I looked around, Ga!

I’ll be seeing you in and out of my light, all in my mind, it’s always been that way, sunshine!

Your love and mine came from the same blown star above, Supernova or Black Hole, as it is

I stared at it until I was snowblind but even without astigmatized eyeballs, you’re soulshine!

No angel wings on a spirit, a little smoke on the water is all, a supernatural, ultraviolet Fizz.

Cards played, dice rolled, number game guessed and fixed on the number line, God is a saint

All of them rigged to keep the #House afloat and taking from the ones who give willingly here

On the surface or underground, above and below the law, a hint at secret society’s #Warpaint

Comin’ up for air, digital rabble notions arouse UV frequency’s wavelength, attract NO fear.

Deep within my #FullLotus I am the One who was always here even if I am the Only One, eh?

Compared to the learning to read the words of the language of Dick and Jane, wisdom’s tools

To get the data into the stream of consciousness is vital to DNA’s survival of ultimate fool chit

Bang, bang, the bobber’s in the pond goin’ down & up, up, down, rowing a boat in a pile of It.

I hit spots when Time came to hit ‘em but it sure looked like I was gonna lose the pretender

Gone up in smoke or downstream, crosstown in the mainstream of the undercurrent’s purr

Kitty cat the origin of the universe is not, that I can tell you, I’m guessin’ I’m right, not left

Lettin’ you and me down easy before it’s too late, took the pain out of the hurt, now shift!

Just some knots grown out of your skull’s cowl, down your back to the grave, buried, burnin’

That’s all there is to it, no mystery in the books to read about and waste the oxygen smoggin’

Pork, fowl, beef, humane muscle and sinew and marrow not on the menu of Chaos’ fortune

Top animated bag of DNA, in form and matter, multiplicity of the solar, Big Bang Baboom!

Sit in the center of Nirvana or at the entrance of the Garden of Eden, Free Will is the Gift

You decide if you go out of your mind that you have nothing but Blind Faith in a stranger

Nothing but mythological sagas about filling the gaps of the Occult magic, Christmas magi

A god born to a human woman due to an immaculate conception, the Pope said it on high!

Where the rubber met the road, the sandals met the sand, the blood of God in a bin of hay

Where wise men feared to go, the ignorant men walked right in and sat down with #Scratch

Even when they had no itch, nice to know there was someone who’d paw ya, sista? Brother?

I ain’t #Ironman dreds, I know, I got a last kiss, the End’s comin’, leadin’ y’all ‘1’ to another.

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r j j stephan, i { *header represents #Oneness sittin’ in #Duality #OM #MAYA }

c. FREEZEMBER EIGHTH, TWENTY EIGHTEEN, SAMEDI @ 11:11 AM PST

{ What is your purpose? #Constant? #Space #NoPlaceOnThisPlanetaryObject & listenin’ to the Brothers Osborne #ALittleBitTrouble link @ https://youtu.be/M86rDSAsHE8 }

#DropTheTopBaby

 W.W.A.R.D. ??

#YouGotItInForMeToo #Abracadabra #PleaseAndThankYou

 

c. @FedEx #FedEx - #ABRACADABRA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 7, 2018   #HighNoon

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Rocked & rolled around Earth as long as I could with a bag of beans, boxed of me ‘The Kid’

Planet’s moon was my own space of God’s face, drinkin’ cold beer, whiskey, nothin’ I ain’t did

It's all like that, goin' up n’ down like the boys say, bobbers are in the pond, fish are all alive

Morality has nothing to do with it, there is no reason to get all crazy about it, son, gimme five.

It absolutely had to be there yesterday or you wouldn’t have c.FedEx’d to Oshkosh or Prague

Therefore the monster that has been created from a need to move faster, has begotten Plague

An astonishing attempt to extinguish the species genome meets with feigned hopelessness

It appears there’s really nothing at all to this life but tracking airbills endin’ heaven’s bliss.

Parents have handicapped children and non-handicapped children, they teach them the same

Right from wrong makes sense, wordup and all but eliminated the improbably and unlikely

Left with a reasonable deduction or an indignant attitude toward the holders of Truth’s scam

Chain of fools do what fools on the slide, slope from 30 to 60 degrees with moguls, I’m shifty.

Koo-Aid on the coldest third of September on record since the 1800’s, hits the spot of Truth

Where it hid was right inside the heads of preachers and saviors, just a grouchy tiger’s tooth

Koo-Aid on the coldest third of September on records, tapes ad cyberspace 1800’s libations

Vacation forever after workin’ for the golden calf and the golden Won for thirty revolutions.

Apes, snakes, worms, fish all work together to avoid the species’ extinction of God’s bloopers

Whether other planets in this or other galaxies have living things seems unlikely, oh, no fun

Out of the black or the blue, some discs and saucers will come from star-ships with troopers

Only the lonely know what it means to be alone in space, now and forever's All in, I’m at One.

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r j j stephan, i { #BlackKnightInShiningArmor & deal & just #Roll }

c. FREEZEMBER 7, 2018 A.D. #aDayThatWillLiveInInfamy

{ drafted while listenin’ to the NEW #ABiggerBang cd of THE ROLLING STONES #OhNoNotYouAgain & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Pr2v8vVTNnE?list=OLAK5uy_nJFrbicBFHnKmuTAOVSottPTRyAn09tEM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

TWO HUNDRED & EIGHT BONES on the stage OF FRICTION & GRAVITY @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

GOIN’ ALL PERISTALTIC WRATH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 6, 2018

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To the salute of all of our groovy girls, mothers’ dealers’ rapists, papas of my grandfathers

Without whom, we do not take our first or last spirit’s breath, news of fake fear down here

I play 2018 AD recordings of trumpeting blues of old Davis of Miles’ empty dipsy dumpster

For myself and the Others, cousins, sisters, brothers, I’m only a mighty wee-boy youngster.

Of the nature of our septic system, holier than a sewer’s ecosystem, I am a blind skeptic
Recycled after all is said a he last straights, dire ones tryin’ to get what you really want
From he exploding supernova big bang bong Verde leaf and stem, a wishing well font
Smoke's fire filling us with happy desire for static’s blue fire, in hell’s overwhelming sepsis.

Walk the Earth, on the hard filthy dirt goin’ down, gassed, choked, grey stud steeds
The softness of the liquid gas of Christ's mind and his OP Levi folktales of done deeds
In oneness, afar from the particles of matter preceding atom & the disobedient atom
Charm, the beautiful good, bad and ugly, play it again Sam, ad infinitum, #gitsome uh, no.

Playing the notes of octaves to the lone, irregular #FakeNews heart attackin’ code blue
There is nothing but what it is to be a human, just short of human, a mutated Z-chump haze
In my case, just a man, an outsider pretending to be under your thumb’s print, fight foo
To be an ape, god or man, one and the same, son of a son of son, Renoir artiste out-of-phase.

There can be no escape to your mother or wife, they’ll never guess what you know, forever
They comfort us because they love your night dream, when you’re asleep and never awake
But this factoid is far beyond their scope, your fear, beyond hope of good or evil, love to make
They can’t repair the riff of rainin’ dope vibes, full of the bloody energy on this 12th of never.

Bloody song of regret, of blues arranging singing in the atomic fallout, gold and silver reign
Hiding moon’s light and rays of the fired-hot sun, reflected con job drippin’ honey in my bed
Going home to mama won't work when in the fire, there’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Playing with fire, looking for that lost, total joy, cream dream of hard rockin’ sea of the dead.

F I N I S // #ExitStageRight

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r j j stephan, I

c. FREEZEMBER sEx, Two Oh One Eight A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST { drafted long ago in a #thumbdrive from #cielo, up above, so below, it’s alright now & while listenin’ to Prague, Czech Republic #NoFilterTour The Rolling Stones on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dsHObJnTKJQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FrozenBonesUndercover #LostDirection #LostMyHome #AllAlone

SWINGIN’ CISCO, PONCHO’S BANG

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 5, 2018

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Who eats man or woman, girl or boy? Drivin’ dirty on Tequila, scream, God has no bones

If you get lucky enough not to be killed and extinct on land or in the sea, you find it over here

You and I may have been braver than we thought we’d have to be, so in love together we were

Wake up call every day to go to school, then to work like a fool for fakes and graveyard bones.

Spiders don’t only crawl on Halloween, everywhere in Darkness, it’s a long day spinnin’ web

To snare the prey to survive, masticate for the offspring, beget more kids than Carter got pills

Uno, dos, tres etc, etc and keepin’ it all real here for the progeny who will follow, like a crab

Drum roll for all of the self-esteem you gleaned from the parents and instructors y’all shills.

Trends of practice makin’ it perfect at trumpet, organ or guitar, fingered flat & sharp chords

A man asked me if I wanted to play a divine comedy on the stage with clown performers’ acts

I fell asleep and the dream began, now I’m here, where you’re at, right now, ladies and lords

None of this is our fault or intent, to be or not to be the origin of reality, we’re devoid of facts.

You think and believe that you’re better than the cacti thorns, nosebags full of wise, old hags

Mitochondrion messages from the Twilight Zone’s zombies, dead self-esteem, only DNA flow

Enforced rules of law, easy as pie for 6-6, 260 pound ghetto-rats, funked up, big banger dregs

Holy cow, old Cisco and Poncho arrested me, yea, I bit her arse on the web, comin’ mi amigo!

No knights in shining armor needed when you’ve got drones, poison scones’ & a slab of bacon

Do no good and have no idea what it means to be compassionate, it’s a crock, get on the con

Not that humans aren’t animals but their privileged due to their place on the food chain, fool

Who eats man and woman? The Earth dust annihilates the body of rocks, it’s fighting #Foo!

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 5th, 2018 A.D. @ 1900 hours PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #TheRollingStones new CD #ABiggerBang #RoughJustice & other new HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/D3dKCVMHrCs }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheSonIsGonnaSpeak #RIP @GHWB #BuryBurnEaten

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A PHILOSOPHER’S NED LUD SCAT *

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Wednesday, December 5, 2018

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Destroy everything that Ned Lud’s ancestors built from scratch, y’ALL are cops, alive in hell

From day One, the Luddites are all the white blood cells which attack gods, red blood cells

The only reason is that it is the nature of the thing itself to destroy itself, to wit, Supernova

I am the son of a son of a 9mm, if that bothers you then DO NOT READ ON, it will hurt ya!

Listen carefully without prejudice and until the conclusion is deduced, regard or disregard it

Function of the calculus between our ears, south Chicago or south Texas, Cisco/Poncho chit

If the child is left alone and allowed to be trained by the bandito, you will pay in gold pesos

I Love Humans, some of the gangsters and golden tooth bangers are their own island, S.O.S.

A Luddite is the new Far Left, read the historical record and become enlightened, few fanned

With eyes semi-wide open, you can peek through this crack in the embroidered network dock

Struggle with the aftereffects of knowing what only a few have known, ignorance be damned

Peace of mind no more, there is no reason to rock and roll, it’s all I wanna do, so let it rock!

From the enforcment of the rules of the law to the imprisonment of the maladjusted orphans

With bloody hearts which have been sliced to bits by mean parents, misfits reproduce scuz

Murder allowed if it’s deemed by society as an accidental death, get a good lawyer for the sins

You don’t know like I know, when you see your city in ruins, Chicago ‘68-’69, bowing, thanks!

Back to Ned Lud, Luddite object/subject, enlightened ignoramous’ spirit trapped among us

Now and then you will run across the meaning of your day and night, criminals all fall asleep

You’re not the sheriff and you’re not the guard of my property or my family or my joy, ‘I’ am

Hate & Love, I animate the wobble of Earth’s hard rocks and sweet rolls, I’m Zeus’ hot star!

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r j j stephan, i { ‘Ned Lud’s’ #LittleBoy #FatMan is the header in case you didn’t know it, google it, #FatBoy, #God HERE @https://www.atomicheritage.org/history/little-boy-and-fat-man }

c. FREEZEMBER #TheFiveTwelve 2018 A.D. (12-5-18)

{ *drafted in a VOID where women and men fear to go, my mama sent me there alone but I was able to sneak my iPhone hidden in my arsekrak, listenin’ to Los Lonely Boys link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvkzoqQ5Oak }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#Blues @Rhythm & #WarriorsHeroesDraftDodgers #RIPGHWB

Xxxxxx0xxxxxX

*POTUS41, GOTTA DIE NOW CHIEF!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 3, 2018

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What you did and what is remembered and recollected by the not yet dusted history book

Where your legend is bigger than your wheelchair or your walker, it is time in space’s look

What you’ve seen is what you’ve gotten from the first to the last breath in and out the trap

A pie hole that must do and work with something when not chewing the fruits of the CLAP.

If you can’t believe that the death of the species is two steps away, VD being the species’ foil

Hundreds or thousands of millions, a star’s empty dollars, backed by silver & gold, gas & oil

Culture of your ancestors taught to the empty-headed corpuscles of muscle, a mindless sister

Gutless brothers, fathers of #War’s mothers, expletive deleted, Auburn god’s Dam scammer.

Take a knee and bow your head in honor of the sunset, just a rotation of the spin, it’s all over

A little more quick than one was led to believe, immortal life offered after this mortality lover

Honorable discharge or the General separation of the warriors from the wars, dead teenagers

Alive or dead but wanted by the living, memorial on a rock, scratched grooves, fired embers.

Poor, poor pitiful me, oh whoa is me, I am such an unfortunate ROOT of the tree’s branches

Leaves from the sprouts which produce fruit and nuts, ad infinitum as far as eyes forever see

Nothing left after the being leaves the bones, no proof of any after the facts in the Void of me

Compared to a being in ignorance, an enlightened being is Energy’s Matter of ‘for instance.’

Adam and Eve are the two at fault for this whole shebang of dreams in a burlap bag, not mine

Day and night repeat due to a wobble and spin movement, rotation and orbit, expanding dot

Invisible at first and then microbe by atom’s dead acid, infected with electric kook-Ade brine

You better take a knee, bow your head, close your eyes and peak at infinity, It is All we’ve got!

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 3RD, 2018 AD @ 7:77 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to the mighty @GettyArmstrong radio show on Talk 650 KSTE Armstrong & Getty A&G Armstrong & Getty #VirtueSignaling on line link @https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ } 

W.W.A.R.D. ?

#FoolinAround #IAmMisbehavin' @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

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JUST SAY YES, IT DON’T MATTER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 2, 2018 @ 4:55 AM PST

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Holding onto the dream, as long as you can when you know you’re onto lies of God’s Ponzis

Too fast to see going by, light and life are animated at light speed, pleased with lying Fonzis

Confederate soldiers and rebels of the Way it always is pretend it’s not that Way, you goon!

Freaks and animated corpuscles movin’ from underground caves to ships on sea and moon.

I know and you know when the show is over, it comes over you like it’s never been bygones

Men in the band of the High Fives and Low Roads, play and sing the dots and lines, bones

Underneath the muscles to move and the skin and blood to keep the thing happy, forever

Never going to get the Truth about the Nature of Being, origin and purpose to serve Her.

My mother, I could hold onto for just a little while until she dropped the baby free

Without the womb in a four cornered room with no food, no water for a bird or bee

Utters full of cocoa milk of everlasting, mortal life’s death, cycled, lapsed infinitely

Before the throne, the subjects are thrown to God’s living horror, placenta in a belly.

Nuts and fruits playing the games with or without all of the rules, night time’s One

Black and blue, reading the lyrics and shreddin’ the frets of a six string’s electricity

Makin’ the jumps from a Time slip to a Space ship, wet-dreamin’ infinite perplexity

Daughters, sisters, wives, lying FedEx Mail Pablo-Picasso in a azure-drenched sky.

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r j j  stephan, i  { *HEADER is @PabloPicasso painting called #SeatedWoman, be edified! }

c. FREEZEMBER 2nd, 2018 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to some @KennyWayneShepherd #WhileWeCry Point Pleasant Sumerfest link @ https://youtu.be/R4T14P37eA0?list=RDew5-OhOIPcs & @SamanthaFish @  https://youtu.be/R4T14P37eA0?list=RDew5-OhOIPcs }

W.W.A.R.D.?