#WithALotOfHelpFromMyFriends #FakeNews #WTF would Richie do? #WWRD or even @AynRand?

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BE THE LIGHT, IT’S PESO DE OCHO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 29, 2018

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Pulling the zero gravity around with the skin and bones is as easy as a pirate dreamin’ a mare

Maybe in the day or the night, closer to my world in my own mind, home sweet home there

Pieces of eight and the pirate’s booty lifted from sailing and stealing without working, insane

Completely ingrained into the genome, programmed DNA to reproduce and survive the pain.

Blown horns and blown harps leading you and I on to the final curtain, feared twilight’s zone

Where men, women, animals and plants of dirt, go to their maker, an original species’ bone

Pick a feeling inside, deep down in the bones, in the soul, be merry, be happy, do not fret wife

It is what it is and it can be no more, the drama’s the ceiling, no drama’s a rock bottom life.

Frozen back bone, holding my nerves to signal my inner warmth from frozen Chicago’s rivers

All the water runs through it, satiating the thirsty and keeping the wasted mush. sanitizers

Looking outside of the box there is nothing to see, hear, feel, taste or touch, empty void’s God

Streamed the lack of everything known, empty hole without holiness, human, divine blood.

Over again and over again, we repeat ad infinitum without hesitation, it’s what we do forever

There’s nothing else to do but stay alive without pain or suffering, strive for stasis of the lever

It moved the unmoved from it’s spot of being too heavy, in the light way we walk until extinct

Then absolute emptiness turns creation not so pink sink, sunk down under or above the law.

The lead and gold all get traded for the food and the mates presented to the buyers & sellers

Time ticks and moves sundial shadows quickly around the quivered arrows in the bullseye

Pine cones, seeds of the plants and animals that gave us our energy, to animate the complex

Putting a foot in front of another, cutting in lines, finishing the session with a priority FedEx

Monkeys, snakes and me in a bag, a burlap sack of potato smells from Idaho, need a fist fight

Out in first light of the day when the sun shines somewhere unseen and suddenly out of bed

Stiff corpses and stiff fishing rods move one another for no reason, just back off the big head

Beacon to lead the blind and disoriented to the goal, pay the pieces of eight, see light, be light.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 29, 2018 Saturday @ 4:11 AM PST

{ DRAFTED all the while jammin’ on some Tednugent.com #Stranglehold & HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/0c3d7QgZr7g }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#RickRoll #TootsieRoll #LetsRoll

NOT SO FUNNY, HUH? #RickRoll

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 28, 2018

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You and I got to the party after it had already started but nobody was rockin’ the floor

So, the happy ones began spreading the joy around to all brothers and sisters who roar

Star above and below the Mason-Dixon lines, pointlessness, despair from the top’s tip

All the way down to the foundation of Being itself, the matrix unfolds the mystery clip.

Business and pleasure mixed together in one lump sum of things themselves, less or more

Then, as if it’s right now, ending battles with robots and idiots, all too inhumane to the core

Mental and physical ability inherited from the acid, created, evolved, mutated, fortunate son

Who cares about everything? God, that’s the concept of this world, game! How fun? Funny!

Bad brakes can’t stop the momentum of the load, the mass that animates the bones’ marrow

Perfunctory poetry and accident of the genome’s conception and adaption to evolve, be slow

Faster than a speeding bullet and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, just too human

To be or not to be in the middle of the mix, yesterday, today and tomorrow, love in a tin can.

Flyin’ in a circle around in space, revolving, orbiting, wobbling ad infinitum, puttin’, takin’

Until the last gasp and gulp of the gas that made water famous, oxygen and hydrogen ballin’

On and off of the court, to score is to win, to shut out the opponent, to create a long lost loser

One who was winning everything has destroyed all semblance of happiness , middle of Nye.

Thinking gets you so far and then you must leap ahead, blind faith’s bloody, fuschia comin’

Blood! You’re the alpha and omega of whatever you are, alive because Eve bawled my demon

For the bread and water to stay alive in the wind, the rain, the freezing cold and snow of sin

Disobey the master of my behavior, my moral and ethical self, an invisible blue moon’s son.

All of the people, we the people, those people who formed a perfect union of cosmic raindust

From a one cell acid malfunction, mutation and random recombination of macrophage rust

Performance on the track, runnin’ counter clockwise to Time’s elipse in black Space’s quarks

First Cause of God’s Void, original con-game, holy oragasmic cave monkeys, dreamers’ kids.

I got a line on you baby, it’s straight and narrow like the path I tread from dusk until dawn

This will go right to your head and you will become the thinker that I never could be, a pawn

One move at a time, one space or more, diagonal or straight up-down the sixty-four squares

Until the end of the game when check or a checkmate put the #RickRoll on the beaten, losers!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 28, 2018 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #Boss Bruce Springsteen Gillette Stadium Foxboro, MA. 09/14/2016 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/r42oGK-8lDY?t=1}

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#DropTheTop #NeverEverDrip

 #DropTheTopBaby

SPARKS, FIRE, ODDS IN FAVOR *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, December 27, 2018

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Hotter than a pistol after ten rounds fired into the bull’s eye where nothing but emptiness Is

Glimpse of the way when blinded by Light in an empty nest where silence annihilates the kids

Dark matter and White Noise permeate the atmosphere both above and below the substances

Water, Fire, Air and Earth mix up the rocks and rolls ‘em around infinity’s ellipse, who says?

Sweetened spots and sourpuss funk in boots all have smoke swirling in past winds of Time

Everything is what the timing is, all of the things themselves and everything else on record

To recollect the data and replay it all for those that missed the trippin’ of their mom’s rhyme

Multiple children from multiple men and just one woman, brothers’ and sisters’ multi-color.

Milkman at your wife’s kitchen door and you’re supposed to roll with sucker punches, kiss it

Love in between us and leakin’ out of the holy holes between your ears, 7 holes from a teat

That is what the reason is for being alive and reproducing DNA to disregard the extinction pit

To be or not to be just because you can, no other reason for being alive, just eat, love, excrete.

You’ll never be awake before you die, death requires awakening, it is inevitable to be the hole

It’s a holy hole or an empty hole but it’s a hole all the same, a place where Nothing is the Soul

In love or not, blinded by light or the darkness, it’s inevitable that you see Truth, you see God

Divine intervention in the perfunctory prayer, lay you down to sleep in astral dust, gas’ blood.

Peering through a pin hole of light, insight invisible, dumb luck alive, blowin’ winds of Time

Gone from the scene in less than a hundred trips around the star, still an insane, lame brain

As it was above and so it is below as well, finite cascade of caskets runnin’ a 208 bone-dash

Skillet of corpses, fried French Englishmen in Italy’s boot, criminals’ gold spot of lead cache.

For no reason other than just because, you are going to die just like me and every other body

It doesn’t matter which species and which time the DNA was processed, it’s all Cosmic Soup

Mixed in a hodgepodge of whatever this and that happens to be named to the #Allstar five

Ball is legal and on the floor, on the field or court and hit or thrown, bounced, full hand-jive.

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r j j stephan, i #TheOddsAintInOurFavor

c. FREEZEMBER 26, 2018 A.D.

{ drafted while listenin’ to Bruce Springsteen - #Uncasville 5-18-2014 FULL SHOW - final show of the tour! link @ https://youtu.be/0nUeKuDjHUU }

 W.W.A.R.D.? 

#SupremeEssenceHeartSoulChi #BabyBabyIDGetDownOnMyKneesForYou #IfOnly...

 I DESERVE A WHISTLE, OLD MAN

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 26, 2018

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Ice cold beer and straight Black Label gets into the boys’ and girls’ skins behind iron curtains

Battles and wars of wills, nobody backs down or gives up light, only the living kill, Fire stings

Freezing on the hot side of the Earth and burning on the frozen side, it’s what a star reasons

Dead and gone, a lost cinder in the scheme of atomic things themselves, microcosmic beings.

Fire and light are all there is, without them life doesn’t animate on planet Earth, a zero sect

From the original burst of energy, a Big Bang and a Silent Whimper become Cause and Effect

Nowhere to run, nowhere to reproduce the DNA ad infinitum in the middle of heavenly soil

Utter complicity with the deceiver of the common and complex, I am here, now I am loyal.

To the father, to the son, to the daughter and the mother from which acid bursts, gods at war

Spinning and wobbling in circles without any reason for being there, just because, that is all

To search the observable, record-able with the tools of the trade, humanity’s straight razor

So be fine, live alive without being two, three or more, all alone in solitary dread to the core.

Function of the metric measure on the number lines of two dimensions produce a 3rd & 4th

On the 5th, whether it’s a full quart or a milliliter less, spiritual flight of the soul’s folk lore

Bird or anything with wings to defy the gravity of the hysterical graves, dug in haste’s odor

Deteriorate and create the things that perpetuate the moves of Mercury’s twilight zone door.

I’ve got your attention now or maybe not but the issue ain’t me to be or not to be, it’s all you

Been the end and the beginning of the lines that go parallel or cross-cross their paths of “Do”

When “Don’t” is the WORD of the day, learned is adaption to change quickly before removed

From thee to thou and there to here, now and then you make a move, being at one, unmoved.

Sudden death and an unexpected accident of Time’s Space conjunction in a parallel junction

Deep in a canyon and far out of a universe in the Void of Being’s mighty surgeons cut of One

Not just one of the ones but The One, you are at least reading about the facts of life for once

Adapted adoption of the machine that I am, I whistle to warn my prey, I’m a loaded six-gun.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER XXVI, 2018 AnnoDomini

{ drafted while listenin’ to 94.7 WLS-FM on the web link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/947-wls-5367/ & listenin’ to some Daryl Hall at Daryl's House Club & The O'Jayslink @ https://youtu.be/BzWRT-PAGQk }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JingleBellJive #RightTimeToRock #RideInAOneHorseSleigh

MASSIVE TIMES IN CLEARLIGHT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 24, 2018

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Handling with care was never an option in the middle of grim chaos, you don’t care though

So, no harm, no foul, continue the dream without a thought of makin’ any messes, holy O

I think and therefore the logic remains to be seen, whether it matters to God or man’s face

Treachery and forms of Matter’s marvelous substance as such, is All there is in empty space.

Another pretty face won’t move the unmoved mover an inch to the right or the left, at One

Nevermore in two or three split personalities which swim in chaos, lovin’ the insane fun

Without any regard for the doing unto others golden rule, consume the food, lick the hand

Like a hungry dog lookin’ for a master, someone to hunt for it’s food to cook in a dead pan.

Mother of all bombs will put a dent in the cement down to the core, reverberated brass bells

Ringing up the total of the cash and the charge for the things created to be destroyed in jells

Holiday virus ready to re-ignite the Earth into a Pulsar, White Dwarf or Snow White no doubt

And how the Time and Space works it all out by itself without my help, hey, it’s not my route!

Formulated the matter into tiny cells of atoms’ electrons, neutrons and protons, for A-bombs

H-bombs and #Neutrons ready to trium the Earth into a Pulsar, White Dwarf FeFiFoFums

Just because that is what matter does, it burns and has no ethics or morality, Ra, Jesus, Sky

Faith-blinded black-light in dark rooms without mothers or fathers to feed upon, Voided eye.

Picked and plucked because the Time is up and it’s all goin’ down, from above and below me

Spatial dimension of a warped shape at the mercy of gravitational and centrifugal forces’ tea

Wake up call for dead bodies’ souls buried, burned, drowned and blown clear to smithereens

Yuletide attitude, tip God’s DNA, melted blood and bone’s fate, frosty snowman exit scenes.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 24, 2018 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ written listenin’ to some fantastic Frosty's Christmastime Lounge link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/iheartchristmas-4596/ #NorthPoleRadio on the WEB @ here’s a link to #NORADSanta #trippin on the #lead #RudolfoTheRedNoseReindeer @ https://www.noradsanta.org/ )

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GettingLuckyTonight #RedSoloCup #ILiftYouUp #IFallDown @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

BRAILLE OL’ WORLD O’ #SittingBull*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 23, 2018

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Blind expressways and narrow turnpikes from Hades to Nirvana, ORD, NYC to LAX n’ back

Massacres happen and then they’re forgotten, recollect memory is a faux-illusory tool, Jacks

A modification of the original creation of the genome, nightmare of an old freak falling asleep

In love, maybe only with Broadway.com gods, priests, monks, nuns, clergy and black sheep.

Unconscious due to the knockout punch from the knuckle sandwich of my dad’s fist, I say!

Not because of any small notion or belief in a blind man’s bluff but due to the nature of Day

I mention the Night as an obfuscation of the beast within, mighty spirit infused black knight

From Virginia to Idaho the #Rushmore rocks crack into a hundred million points of the light.

Freedom of never choosing the way your feet walk, a foot in front of another to a step beyond

Safe landing and on to the tarmac, legends of Great Human leaders into a twilight zone pond

Watch out yourself, wobbling axis, history of hungry Vikings, Krishna, Buddha gods on drugs

Answer, bones were a being alive, middle of mama’s maggots and for bloody ancestors’ mugs.

Over and above the blue or cloudy, smokey skies of the land and sea, there is where you’ll go

Not even one moment after your final gasp of oxygen, nitrogen and hydrogen, Nicolai blow

Puttin’ the Tesla Factory on the moon, employing thousands of people to reincarnate DNA

That is the nature of this beast, where the RNA becomes the code for the One returning Gay.

Loving the men and the women all the same, that’s Gay right? Well, maybe not for the divine

Maybe you ought to find a comfortable place to sit back and relax, maybe have a glass of wine

Download our recollected survival mode, a hundred years here twirling an acid-holy LSD sky

Truth modified with sounds, fury of a mad mind-blown fathers’ mothers’ history’s Will to die!

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r j j stephan, i { *header flick is the top mind of Sittingbull Bullies, #SittingBull walkin’ tall head-shot! }

c. FREEZEMBER 23, 2018 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

{ drafted while listenin’ to #TheBoss, Bruce Springsteen, #GilletteStadium, Foxborough, Massachusetts 09/14/2016 link @ https://youtu.be/r42oGK-8lDY }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?