@CurtisMayfield #SATURDAY #PeopleDontGiveADam #PDGAD @ricoSacto #ricoSActo #BackToTheWords

DELETE #TIME #SPACEX #ENGAGE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 16, 2019

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Resting with the rest of our wicked species, it’s come to this #Mars #Time-#Space Blackstar

Try lookin’ at the sun directly for more than a second, blinded by light without a #Rockstar

Blinded by opaque lights that I see or not, in my blind spots, above my rear-end sighted envy

With the snakes and elephants, crocodiles, leeches, insects, bacteria and virus, all eyes see.

This is a journey of conscious mind evolution from utter ignorance into the bright light fares

Nobody is getting out of this plane of existence alive, nothing matters and if it did, who cares

Your mother and father, sisters and brothers, cousins, uncles, aunts, all undead at #Brexits

It means Words written by humans while alive are Alive when broadcasted, correlated myths.

On the other hand, even if you’re ambidextrous and you’ve got no grievance, oh hoodlum boy

Eventually the equation of conscious awareness runs into the holiness of the holy of the Void

Out in the heavens above and below, every direction, all 360 degrees around this #FlatOrb

Hoodlum girl without a compass, no North, South, West or East-side Bowery #ME2 absorb.

Galaxies of solar systems with dozens of planets from blown red giants and doomed pulsars

Motivation to become alive has nothing to do with Love, as we know it, it’s all accidental stars

From a #BigBang radiation from a massive compression explosion-implosion, super and holy

Black because all of the light is sucked into the consummation of the natural selection dolly.

Intelligence measured by an ability to become One with the nature’s universe, #NoCanDo

You cannot do it, it will kill your #SuperEgo and #Id and you’ll be just One Ego to offend

A purpose is a reason to be or if there is no purpose, no goal ahead, despair’s tragic end

Right where the pleasure of the original climax of neurons began, a womb’s void, a #Hole.

To the salute of the darkness, I say right on for it, the darkness is only my blindness’ vile scat

There is a spectrum of Infrared to Ultraviolet waves and frequencies, blinded by this and that

I can’t see anything that is not in my own, personal bandwidth, fractional abstraction bends

There really is no justice, you and I and everything in the Petridish of awareness, it all ends.

On the keyboard with an eye on the cursor and hand near the mouse, I-Ching, therefore I am

Or I must be rather than the #flipside which is not experiencing the occult nature, #SamIam

Building dirty towers from bones of ground fake ancestors, two poles’ magnetics of #Glasgow

Imagine people, spinning around, gravitated, empty souls, deleting Nothing, #ItIsDone now.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, February 16, 2019 A.D. @ 8:20 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #TheEarthIsNotAlone again, it’s an infinite loop of a cornucopia of imaginary photon functions, in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VymuQC0o7yQ }

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W.W.A.R.D. ?

#AllTheWickedRestRightHereHarve #ricoSacto @ricoSacto #FrankSinatra #TonyBennett #MorganWallen

MOUTHS TO FEED, EYES TO CLOSE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan, I

Friday, February 15, 2019

 

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What I saw in the corner of my eye when I looked into the mirror and saw a vampire reflect

Nothing there, no body to reflect the light of the incandescent, burning the Word, live Evil

Or and either One or two, split down the middle of the creeps in the Orwellian well of dank

Smoked the mold and the weeds until they came out of my seven holes of exit, I’m so drunk!

I wish I could rest but I can’t until the last breath I take, sooner or later, it happens to us all

Money needed to complete the circle of the Wicked, Freedom is not Free, say it again Sam!

Try to get off of the ground, escape the gravity, no way and no how cowboy, impossible ball

Rolling star dirt in rock balls and being the First Cause of the evolution of man and woman.

Father, mother, sister, brother, orphaned in a cosmic whip of acid menudo, it’s all up to me

Now and then you get the power that you can’t use or don’t know how to use it, give it here

I will take every bit of energy you have and absorb it into my genome, my DNA will survive

Dollar bills and debits on the screen don’t grow on trees either, labor, blood, sweat, hand jive.

Perfection to the holy burn, consumed into hot ash, forms of beauty broken and melted down

Bones and blood disintegrate into the shadow of the night, memories recollected in a vacuum

I gotta to ask and I know you won’t answer since it’s rhetorical, satisfy the idiot and I’m a One

I’ll whistle for you to come home and eat supper, if you don’t come home, starve like a bum.

Perfect shadow, not one of the minions who follow leaders who don’t know my crucified guns

Power in my head, in my arms, in my legs and that’s all I get for certain, fortune of hot buns

“Pick me, pick me!” she said and she meant it, so I did and here I am with the cream of crop

Beauty picked the beast and what I am is what I am and I can’t lose it, I’m fightin’, can’t stop!

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r j j stephan, i { dedicated to #JoJoDomico <3 span=""> RIP <3 span=""> & the #Shadows that follow me! }

c. Friday February 15, 2017 AD @ 5:55 AM PST

{ nuclear fusion occurred as I rested with the wicked, @CagedElephant and avoided closin’ my eyes for good! Hot link to the inspiration @ https://youtu.be/HKtsdZs9LJo }

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FINIS!  MULTO GRATI!

#FightThePowerThatBe @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

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POWER OF NONE BUT A ROSE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, February 13, 2019

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Saint Valentine was a guy in Rome, Italy in the 200’s A.D., a Christian priest of the ‘ville’

Blackmail and silly ways to keep the love of your life in love with you, Happy Val day spree

Dreaming that you’re living in a dream world, a dream’s dream, doing whatever you will

Just because you think you’re so pretty and think you’re so smart, I agree but that’s all me.

Picnic with the people and insects who are hungry for the fools to masticate cows and hogs

Not that that means anything to anybody other than my mama, she’d chide me dearly for it

Brilliant to wait until mother and father became extinct before giving the lowdown on dogs

Phenomenon of the appearances of the causes which generate the effects of mental shytfits.

Normally in the continuity of acceptance of the incredible, historical events of Earth’s life

From an original bit of spew-age from an exploding gas star to the evolved husband’s wife

Mythological creation from rock dust and dirt, the nothingness becomes something’s void

Me, myself and I are rarely involved in the messy business but then again, I’m a mandroid.

Here is a bit of everything you’ll ever need to know about it, from A to Z, translate me fool

Talkin’ to myself not you, don’t take this personally, you know you are the pool of my cool

Coming from your fathers into your mothers becomes what I’ve become, not silly or wise

Able to laugh because the joke is always on me, no matter if intended or not, a witch flies.

A priest was martyred by heathens who stopped him from attending the souls of a brother

Healing their hearts with the care and love of an immortal heart, all saints had a mother

Heated heart in love, full of the life’s blood to keep the body and mind alive in the hive

Knowing nothing, pretending to be an epitome of survival of the fit, extraordinary jive.

A need and a want to know is not a need to be God because that is what “know-it-all” means

Who wants to know it all? Not me but maybe you do, good luck to your mates and you, cuz

When you find out everything and don’t know what to do with that data, you’ll know beans

Meaning nothing at all, how many are One, a shaped foo-fighter tailspin and a UFO buzz.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday February 13, 2019 A.D. @ 3:03 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to some Leonard Cohen on youTube link @ & https://youtu.be/IVJImYNGqwk & his Greatest Hits link @ https://youtu.be/GC7lDw-FKi0 & #OneOfUsCannotBeWrong link @ https://youtu.be/lBxNxdkbP6E }

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 W.W.A.R.D. ?

#TheHerbDangerous @AleisterCrowley #ArmstrongAndGetty

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GEORGE WASHINGTON’S ROPE!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 12, 2019

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Days go by, nights go by, I go by and so do you but here and now is coming and going

Mean people want to take your freedom because their own liberty doesn’t need to sing

From halls of Montezuma to shores of Tripoli, this country, our boys and girls make war

Now until forever, this wobbling Earth will spin and revolve until the soul exits the door.

What is soul? I don’t know but it apparently is required for living on Earth, to animate bone

Purpose for willing to be good, to strive for the good, for the bad and the pitifully ugly stone

Bring your old men to this arena so they will ponder the folly they pass on to the innocents

Baby boys and girls born to the genome’s evolutionary acid, to live and die makes no sense.

If there is a reason for living, we’re making it up as we go, to remain sane without a brain

A mind with mental reality that has nothing to do with physical reality, go down the drain

Devoured by the black hole that surrounds the cosmos, intense progression to the Void

Momentum of justice becomes the singularity injustice, authorized by the God android.

Build a barrier, launch an aircraft carrier in a national emergency to protect our freedom

No perimeter, no defense, a barrier, a wall electronic or clay blocks, cyclone fences’ come

Enemy and the friends all come and go within a hundred years or so, worked to death, eh

Then you meet angels and devils who don’t care about this Life on Earth’s drying up bay.

Paternity and maternity just words for dying planet of hydrogen and oxygen, soul survivors

Babbling about the causes and effects of people, places and things, wise women and w#ores

Tucking the children into their warm bedding on one side of the fence or the other, that’s all

Good and bad are the words for Life On Earth, the world wobbles, revolves and orbits GAS.

God is Gas, you do understand that since you fear the loss of it, being warm and breathing

If and only if the monkeys figure out that they’re here on Earth, left alone in a divine sting

Pretending past childhood and adolescence that men and women are important to me still

Brothers and sisters, cousins, friends all will come and go too, it ain’t my fault, I don’t kill.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 12, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the The Rolling Stones #SympathyForTheDevil on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GgnClrx8N2k }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoSympathy #ItsAVoid #TheIdiotAndTheMoron

 

 7UP CONTINENTS OF ACCIDENTS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 11, 2019

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Separate the oceans from the rock of the planet Earth and the crust left over is an asteroid

Earth is NOT a round or Leif Erickson globe of gravitational collapsing Space, live hard-rocks

Flung out from stars above as an explosion of gas, ready to freeze Time beaten on the clocks

Stopped in the present from moving on into the inevitable past from the future anthropoids.

Hydrate and dehydrate at your peril, in the space around this Earth, there’s no importance

I am the messenger, don’t get mad at me for ruining your previous philosophy of existence

An accidental and ignorant species, this human of which I am merely one out of two on high

Those two, ma and pa, are the origin of this One existence, my own, named, me, myself and I.

Fools enlightened rather than pitied for their incongruity, every body turned into God’s food

In the form of the soul, not the body of two hundred eight bones, skull to ankle in the mood

Protein and fat to burn, to animate, to annihilate into the eternal vacuum inside your head

Put no cork back in any popped bottle, swill it down and throw the glass away, it’s that said.

What in the world, who in the world and why are you and I in this position? You are FAT!

Do not doubt the facts right in front of your eyes, other people and things die, ‘sup wit DAT?

Find a vein to puncture and bleed out your life’s blood, before the oxygen turns it to love red

Dark with the vitamins and minerals that flood the organs, a hope that blackface never said.

If and only if I MMOB will you succumb to MYOB, I think so anyway, maybe and maybe not

I believe, I have faith and that is the power of the wisdom it brings, you fear the Truth I got

Not that it’s mine, it’s just a little something I found buried six feet under, ashes of God sins

Disintegrate souls, infrared to ultraviolet prismatic dreams of punks, EVIL SCREED notions!

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r j j stephan, i {the header is the cartoon orifice of the mighty Mickjagger #SafePlace }

c. February Eleventh, 2019 AD @ 5:55 AM PST

{ bashed out of my cranium @ 4AM listenin’ to the Silent Banging of Nails on Heads & the Grateful Dead #GoodLovin & HITS from #ShakedownStreet CD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OM08tzeM1OE }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#DreamsKillMe #LatheOfHeaven #UrsulaKLeGuin

HEAVEN AIN’T WAITIN’, DOOM YOU

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 10, 2019

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It’s a holy Hades awaiting the sons of the hot star called the Sun, it’s the Sun of a Cosmic god

Worshiped and sacrificed the goods for centuries, millennia and for the same stars up above

It was born from the nothingness, the void of matter, absolute emptiness of automatic fission

Fusion is all that’s left, stuck in a fuse, all of the things themselves, forms of #Charm, #Love.

Perfection as a whole of the holy hole, holistic and First Cause of this First Effect, Life’s alive

Coming form orgasmic shrapnel of loaded gas bubbles under pressure of a billion metric tons

Upon the smashing of the last One, the process repeats ad infinitum, as breathing breath dies

Your mind, your consciousness, your soul, your awareness of Self disintegrates, lack of funds!

Then again, maybe a blind man cannot comprehend the nature of darkness in the bright light

Turn off the sunlight, go into the underground darkness near the core, still alive? Take a bite

It won’t bite back, it’s the nature of Being, to Be or not to Be in question but don’t answer fool

I am what it is, you are not because you don’t believe that you’re all of this, you’re just a tool!

Cork in the bottle to keep the genie inside, three wishes may not be the best possession in life

Unknown catastrophes may result from babies and ignorant morons who have power to rule

The mes and the yous of the Earth, seven continents full of animated cro-magnons and herds

Of their food near their rivers and lakes full of snow melt from mountaintops, H2O gas birds.

Melted into the menudo, the hodge podge of lightening and thunder from friction revolution

A civilized throng of matter eaters, energy transformers, private matters of a putrid outhouse

Took over the third stone from the sun, called it politics and cultural hubris, mortal in the sin

Disobey the mighty maker of the whole shebang and the disrespect for authority yields death.

In jails, in high security prison blocks, we hide the outliers who come from purged DNA yolk

Raped, inseminated or loved like there’s no tomorrow, this here, that there comes and goes

For the good or the bad, the lawful and legal or the evil and disobedient, it is all the same folk

God’s dams, God’s falls of water, God’s diamonds and rust, no heaven, no hell, sisters & bros!

This is it, you know it, I know it, the unborn will know it, the dead are all there, a state of lust

In the Unknown, the occult nature of being, origin of God, origin of your mama’s song singin’

On the #LatheOfHeaven where everything on Earth is created from a Big Bangs of stardust

To please you and thank you for the First Cause of the First Effect, my body bends, bows low.

In the silence I still feel the vibration, the feeling of the humming that I cannot hear or taste

It smells like the spirit if I cannot hear it, it smells like a star burning gas for no reason at all

Cosmos’ natural tendency of Matter to collapse and expand in a Void, gets it off of my case

Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers all become the Force of Gravity, have no fear human race.

There is no big daddy in the sky or a great spirit you’ll meet after crashin’ into a myth’s jail

Bring innocence and understanding to the table and absorb the Truth, if you follow the trail

From learning language to analyzing the nature of the Truth of the Past, Present and Future

Wisdom from the understanding of the facts of life is provided by me, I adore Earth’s cure.

Raised my hand but I had neither the right nor the left, a featherless, wingless angel I am

Opened third eye for the 3D inner enlightenment, blinded by the prismatic star wave scam

Hook, line and sinker blind faith belief in Sins of your mortal kin, your sisters and brothers

Skin colors, adulteration of the reason why the sun shines, the star burns my bird feathers.

An eagle is the messenger and the message is that there is more Nothing than you’d think

All around us and everywhere else in the solar system, the galaxy and cosmos, sink the pink

It’s all you can do, it’s all you will do because there is nothing else to do, live or die, #boom

That is all, that is it, there is nothing else to say about it, It’s done, we’re forsaken in #doom.

by

Richard Joseph Stephan, I

c. Sunday February 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while in the middle of a dream, alive on Earth (with my pharmacy card) and gettin’ ready to jump into the #LatheOfHeaven by #UrsulaKLeGuin treatment of her seminal work on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vbqxEtNx-VU }

  

W.W.A.R.D.?