#ItIsAlive #GoEatWithThem #ClickingTheirFalseTeethTogether #Way #Wisdom

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NO CHEATING ENDS, IMMORTALS!

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Saturday, February 9, 2019

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Biodegrade this moment, your DNA right here and now, epistemological, anaerobic toxins

Time anomaly and Space continuum on a linear constitution of The Void’s illusion, holysh#t

Biodegrade your radicals, random heres and nows, deposit epistemological, anaerobic sins

Like the electricity, the anxiety attaches to my body’s being, inner soul’s spirit crystallization.

Pockets of the Earth contain the compound that will free radical longhair sounds of Sublime

Coming out of nowhere, inner and outer world of Time and Space, all the Leather and Lace

Drum beating, horns blaring, language in the babbling stage of Unknowing, no time for space

Collect the humanity in One soul on One planet in the solar system’s goal, no success’ rhyme.

Moderate and fully engaged in the immersion of the consciousness into the matter of the Id

It is all you get if you don’t open your ignorance to the light of the gardens of Eden, doom kid

Crisis of your blood flow from the toe to the brain’s cranial opacity, bald or hair, head on high

Upside down or sideways won’t do on the wobbling, twirling thing we live on, liquid star dirt.

Sinking and curving the pitches to the plate and rolls down the alley, curving balls of the One

You are the Darwin of the emptiness, break it all down, the Good and the Evil of a War Being

Lao Tsu giving me the Tao’s bleeding my Tao into the In and Out hamburger joint on a bun

Appearance of the philosophy of life in the middle of nowhere, written on walls, it’s singin’.

Eyes completely closed, seeing through the veils of thin eyelids, staring at the darkness’ light

Punks and wise men and women mixing menu-do until it melts into the Void, let us now fight

About the want to be perfect although the Nature is an imperfectly absorbed atomic DNA ash

Get into my dream, into my car, I’m drivin’ you crazy on a short way back, genius’ whiplash.

“You ruin everything!” she said without skipping a beat, I am the One in charge, die in rubble

All of us or none of us, that is the way it is, look around you, species and individual implodes

Call it the dying, the death of the thing, the DNA is reduced to the waste of the star’s bubble

Crafty species’ genome moving your pollywog in and out of neat, groady, virus of God’s toads.

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r j j stephan, i #NothingsFreeInThisWorld #WhatWorldAreYouLivingIn

c. February 9, 2019 A.D. @ 8:88 AM PST

{ #KillingIt drafted in advance of watchin’ the #HighwayToHeaven starring MichaelLandon on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FFE6Ihp3kz0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhoDoYouThinkYoureFoolin' @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

ME, SELF ET AL, NO THING AT ALL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 8, 2019

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Pork and beans on the open pit fire, out on the prairie runnin’ the cows with the boys

Fell off of my horse and broke my neck and now I can just watch the roundup ploys

Of the hungry and thirsty ones who are not from Terra Ferma but from far, far away

In another galaxy on a parallel plane of existence, at the same time in another’s space.

Satisfaction is never guaranteed by anyone and should never be but the gods can do

Override my good judgement and go along the path of least resistance, where gods go

Above and below, beyond the sensory perception of a fake reality and a killer instinct

A soul, a conscious and ethereal essence of being nothing, what happens to be extinct.

Ripped into the system for the upgrades and updates, just for the hot scat, giggles and such

Indeed, it is what it is as it always is and then some, for what it’s worth, it’s a fake boondoggle

It being the nature of you, me and everything you see, what you feel, smell, taste and touch

Dam up over the Auburn Ravine and Forest Hill bridge, where steel-head fear to hatch roe.

I may appear to be crazy like a fox but I’m actually just a scavenger for the folly of hu-men

Not that the women don’t have any but I’m not down with their plight, red ridin’ hood hens

More or less right on the money, right time, in the right place and it’s bada bing bam boom

Buried bones, hatchets and rock and roll records, no reason known for a witch on a broom.

Magic spells and concoctions of powders and pills to mix up the simple mind of the genii sign

Completed and fulfilled as the stars move from birth to death, things alive, just for a slow-ride

Don’t get all uppity on me and become holier than thou either, looky here now, I ain’t lyin’

Monsoon, typhoon, volcano blown, UFO dash, time trippin’ a #Sugaree space’s scree n’ me.

Coaster rollin’ up and down the track gaining speed around curves, downhill to B-Neg blood

Before we all die we’ll know why we came on a no good God trip, a dead, opiate struggle bust

Punks singin’ and pluckin’, blowin’ poundin’ and mixin’ it for the polka hip hop of the hood

Daddies and mommies all tell us, beg, borrow and steal to survive, con game USA gold dust.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 8th 2019 A.D. @ 5:11 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Lynyrd Skynyrd HITS live @ https://youtu.be/Mqfwbf3X8SA & https://youtu.be/UGKIX2_ViF8?list=RDUGKIX2_ViF8 }

 W.W.A.R.D. ?

#Batman #CageTheElephant #NoRestForTheWicked #MoneyDontGrowOnTrees #ThankYouVeryMuch #DaddiO

HERBS, SPICES, MORTAL SOULS & I

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 7, 2019

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On Earth, never content with naked ape hypotheses, where you want to be, here & now, free

Here and now is not for everyone who is conceived in love or misery, to be or not to be cool

A transitory state of being from a zygote, an atom, an ion to the predators who masticate me

I’m everything from a germ to an eagle on top of a pine tree, from nothing I come, gene pool.

Safari through the jungle of blackboards and internet grids, here to eternity and back again

Rhinoceros and hippopotamus were here before the men and women came to garden Eden

Kiss all of the blood sucking insects and remove the threat of spreading infectious diseases

Millions of people are dead because of the viruses and the bacteria, fleas, mosquitoes, ticks!

Pass out from the alcohol and shut down your liver, in time, you will die like the healthy ones

Only a bit sooner or later than an accidental termination, you and I will get the infinite’s sin

Eyes wide open, blinded by the light from burning gas, at the home of the #HighlandTiger

#TigerBlood runs in veins and gets the medicine to go down easy, teaspoons of extinction.

Do not believe me, check the facts if you can identify them, they’re abstract like your soul

Nothing really for the words to explain other than defining the nature of Unknowing, so

Winding dirt in a whirlwind, in a hurricane, a tornado twister, a typhoon, POTUS tycoon

Judge not lest ye be judged, who said that, who wrote that, who the phuq cares you goon!

Yoyos’ up and down the string of the im.W.A.R.D.perial or the butterfly, doin’ the swingin’ role

You might be wrong and you might be right, you’ve got to take a shot, out on the limb

Never broken because the One is not dissectable and that is a Void, a holy black hole

Freedom of jaguars to roam jungles to the desert, to eat the men, analog and digital kin.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, February 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ #Attenione written in a interwoven carbon-grid, grounded to the source of Earth’s EME & listenin’ to Powerful Joe Rogan Experience links BELOW HERE! }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

#AnnieCreepinIntoYourHead @LedZeppelin vs. @ArethaFranklin on the #FreewayOfLOve

ON BEING A RIGHTEOUS BUCK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, February 6, 2019

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If you could see what I saw you’d hope for the rest of the wicked, incredible truths

Coming from out of nowhere, creeps comin’ out of the darkness of this dire farce

Chasin’ your spirit and tryin’ to slow it down so they can catch a quick bite of arse

Peelin’ eyes wide opened and insight for money growin’ on trees, wooden sleuths.

They were here before the light and they’ll be here when the lights go out, the dark Ones

It’s all a #Void that nobody alive can avoid, from a deception conception in a karmic sea

Persuading you and me to believe the blind faith of morons, idiots & sons of seventh sons

Unknown fathers, alien mothers, all dead and gone, left nothing but pain’s misery and me.

Both corners of my eyes in a cube, in a box, on a black board, on which a white man sings

Close your eyes for good one day or another, then you’ll see what millions have already seen

Dead souls resting with the rest of the wicked angels, all of them grounded without wings

Think about It, survival of the fittest, you must be related to the Best on this planet of kings.

Conceit and contentment will prevent ultimate survival, a moment from being a bitten byte

Inside a cyber-fade and movement of the rhapsody and concerto’s noted scales, trouble treble

No doubts for the stanza in askew mental funk, It is this, that and every other thing in a fight

Pretty girls and top dog boys, tip top of the apex of a money tree, wood on a teal blue marble.

Mouths to feed to animate the DNA meat of the balls and holes, try to make a move, it’s done

Robbed the banks, computer data download dump, all bytes bitten, swallowed White Dwarf

Black Holes cannot contain the entire Cosmos but the entire Thing is inconceivable, my son

Daughter, you too, walk down easy street, cash on a freeway, the Way is narrow, now I barf.

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r j j stephan, i { header is #Chief }

c. February Sexth, 2019 A.D. @ 10:10 AM PST

{ #NeverYouMind #IGotPlentyOfTime #KeepRollinOn ...#slowdrafted while jammin’ & #DroppinThePedal in my #PinkCadillac to Aretha Franklin #RidinOnTheFreeway & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AikdRRU3ow0}

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 W.W.A.R.D. ?

#MakinItBurnBaby #PourItOnThis #JackStraightUp

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DRINK THIS FIFTH, HANG FIRE!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 5, 2019

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Whatever you’ve come to be is what you’ve been programmed to become, there it is you toad

With or without the company of a road runner and a coyote, we all gotta get down the road

Nothing in this world’s for free, that’s what they showed me, you gotta work, make a move

No rest for the evil ones, no reprieve for the innocent and the good ones, come to remove it.

He, she or it comes forth outta nowhere, cinders of a blown white dwarf, sun above, as below

Evenings and days will appear natural only to the beings born and raised on the cinders’ hole

Maybe black or maybe white, creepy infrared to the cosmic mix of light’s liquor, cloud 9 food

Prisoners and guards, born, broken, disobedient humanity DNA who’ll close their eyes, good.

Stay on the train and let the locomotive pull you the rest of the way to the next depot’s Void

From nowhere to here, hooves, feet, fins move one to animate two, conceived shadows’ fold

Smile and laugh but never cry about the #FactsOfLife, though you realize, death is to avoid

Comprehend that this trip, here and now, is all there is, no rest for the wicked, space Food.

Corner of my four eyes stuck on the stigmata of the shadow conceptions, kids’ of elders’ Wars

Cache is flush with cash and the bills are all paid, the mortgage has become extinct, #Cheers

Winding down to the end of the comprehensive Space and Time, a written record of #Fears

All from the oral record of the ones who may not have recollected the Truth, it’s as it is, Raw.

Survival of the most fit for the moment of the Earth’s wobble and rotation in it’s orbital path

Around, around it goes with or without the elephants and dinosaurs’ bones and angel wings

Mouths to feed, hungry for the devouring of the matter to use the energy, a closer of wrath

After the one hundred and eighty second blink, the lights go out, like when freedom rings.

This here and that there, those are the only things and the places they could just be anywhere

Either inside your head, created matrix of thought patterns, reality survival on a dotted line

Now then, looky here now, the pump brings the water up from beneath a grounded bloodline

All of the flow of the red from the living bodies of the fighters, Earth killers of One or another.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday February 5, 2019 A.D. @ 8:88 AM PMT

{ DRAFTED in a #HighHOpes kinda thang with Bruce Springsteen BOSS Church @ https://youtu.be/KYEg8K5HKzM }

 W.W.A.R.D. ?

#LayMyFiveFootTenInchesUnderground #ShootMeStraighter #MakeItBurnBadly

I GOT SOMETHIN’ NOTHIN’ E=mC2

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RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN · SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 3, 2019

Light sped in Space around this planet, this Time flow of crop circles about the wheat farm

Burnin’ It all up in plain sight from Hydrogen to heavy water, chivalry in a space-time warp

Whirling amorphous energy blown in and out of the way, from a center to a twisted forearm

I think, therefore you are this because I wrote it, all of the tea of China’s men won’t change it.

Decorate and adorn naked bones to procrastinate the dead star’s motion, dancin’ darkness

From the first taste of milk, cow, goat, human or formulaic minerals, we’re doomed by a fool

What you’ve become, what I’ll become as the DNA of my genome directs, I have no free will

Dominate subordinates coordinates, #Fakefacts must be easy, logical con of the confession.

Flow down from on high toward the middle of nowhere at the matrix’ empty hole of souls

Could be One that made everything else or Nothing that holds it all together, blind faters

You, your friends and kin are on one side and I am alone on the other, orphaned by haters

Mystic wind blown up your nose to your empty soul’s corner, my sour to sweet jelly roles.

From maximum overdrive to a downshift, a powerlift from the ozone to a #fake twilight zone

Peculiar until it is repeated, ad infinitum like a pendulum on a swingin’ time watch, clocked

Seconds ticking from one to the last one, out of the windup energy of gear resistance, cloaked

Safe places wherever I happen to be, everywhere I go, there it is safe, high or low, I’m alone.

In a bright light at the final gasp of your breath, you’ll be happy again, like the day life began

Reincarnated smoke in the DNA bones and blood of the things themselves, seven sea’s caches

Not a trace left behind other than the language of books with bylines, cyber dots and dashes

Roads to somewhere or nowhere, all around in circles, dead-ends and diversions, I’m a fan!

No dream I can recall completes this episodic stage appearance of an “x” factor, #WTFU man

Born man, born woman, conceived as one or the other or both human and divine screamin’

Wings and cement shoes on your feet at the bottom of Lake Michigan, tell no tale’s to a fan

Angels feared to meet us, they’d morph dust to ash, E=mC2 matter created good mortal sin.

Rights of all robots who live with Smith & Jones’ family have become extinct, #fake not fake

Mud and dirt, rocks and rivers that run over and around them, all of it is all there is, that is it

Outside where telescopes magnify space, microscopes reduce time, we’re warped, man-baked

Bruised, confused at first and then awakened by no mercy of the safety clicks, Divinity’s orbit.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 3rd, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to Marvin Gaye #HITS & whatever on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/x6QZn9xiuOE }

W.W.A.R.D.?