#FamousForNothing @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

GEOMETRIC SPACE OF THE BOX

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 23, 2019

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If I might be so bold as to offer this whistling flute solo to all my brothers and sisters in arms

I would be most grateful for a brief moment of your valuable time in space, to beat the knees

It would be my privilege and the pleasure would be all of mine, I’m certain, block me please

Not a moment will pass when I don’t remember every second of every day, black, holy bees.

Your and my universe blew up, blown to bits, frags of dust trying to recalculate equations

In a sewer of perfume, we stay alive with luck, hope and faith of foundational #Fake sins

You will be the tire without spokes or rubber, without being a circle of matter’s time-sea

An alpha and omega in concept, a video explanation to see the things unwitnessed by me.

Got ready to collide with another mass of energy full of explosive gas, ended in a fire ball

Empty in my head, no rocks or rolls in the hay or on wheels, tires, hovercraft or UFO call

Ready to die while living in mystery of what’s going on, night and day, day and night loons

In flight, grounded at the center of a canyon-blown crater, UFO saucer, meteor footprints.

You and the fish will swim above the waterline or die in this heaven and hell, this is all of it

Nothing more or less than a dark word to express the danger we’re in, on a ride to live to die

But we are a useless bit of energy consumption, supernova’d Earth dry of the #verve, unlit

Extinction of every species is immanent, we all get to breathe air “until we die,” but “Why?”

Comets’ fire burn all skin, hair and bones into ash, don’t worry, be happy, you’re not the Void

But you are inside of It and it appears that there’s a reason for that, you’d go insane, android

Lucky not to know what happens just a second, I could tell you if you want to know now, Ha!

I would not want to destroy your faith in the gravity of graves, mum is the Word, oh my Ga!

This here Time is way out of my personal bony hands I use to play music, to write on walls

Matter material and the hot atoms in black holes make us go crazy, we expand and contract

Coming in a high, concentrated bit of pleasure, an orgasmic distortion of Space-Time holes

Rules of Shakespeare’s game are universal, to be or not to be is indeed, eggs’ #Bacon exactly!

by

r j j stephan, i { *Tribute to all of my brothers & sisters who served our country, #SomeGaveItAll ! } #SpaceIsCurved #LightBendsWarps

c. Samedhi, February 23, 2019 A.D. @7:96 AM {bent space & time to divulge}

{ drafted while jammin’ to the #SpaceTime explanations on youTube links @ https://youtu.be/6wUbo4VewQU & https://youtu.be/1Avy0mxxzR8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CrackGraves #SpaceTimeDust @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

CRACK GRAVES, SPACE-TIME DUST

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 23, 2019

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Being and Nothingness are the subjects of the predicates and objects of the logical realm

Where the Truth is known and either told or held up by the liars and thieves at the helm

You and I are related to the ones who put the matter at hand to rest, live to hate, mask it

It is what energy comes from, the burning of the things composed of atoms’ sulfur acid.

In the end as in the original start of the journey from the exploding ball of Hydrogen sun

Plutonium will rule the Uranium, paramecia and euglena to the ape men of your family fun

All beans to everyone, grown from the seeds out of nowhere, dirty or clean, paradise fare

Mask off, be in the mood at all times, pretending that the end is just a final breath of Air.

Com ci, com ca, my gramma used to say like when it was a no brainer, you have no choice

It is a criminal enterprise of the ones who have the power over the length of life, not death

Not even God gets out of here alive my friends, you cannot refute the judge’s jury, you & me

Amazing to be privy to the wisdom of believing in something, anything but Nothing, #Boys!

Come into the parlor through the front door, go down the hallway to the living and bedrooms

There is a disease in the crack of evolutionary Earth’s sand and soil crumble, rock of #Doom

Faith in leaders and invisible concepts of what used to be will get you killed, believe Unseen

Hook, line and sinker, the fish and you will be caught and consumed by the Void’s spleen.

Hook up the loose ends with the split ends and tight ends for a maximum bang for a #Fitbit

All alone or in the company of many at a party of dozens, thousands or millions, begin an F

Not that you want to say it out loud, whether you’re black, white, red, yellow and proud of it

Billy Jean or Booby Sue will testify, swear on a stack of bibles, that the sea is this life’s chef.

Mix in cosmic soup, just a pinch of a big bang, gunpowder, gun power, exploding TNT , OMG

Bring the Earth back into a tornado spin, unconsciously igniting dirt, burning balls’ gas hog

No efficiency God-solar power, you cannot harness the infinite, or a finite cataclysm’s hot bog

Inward squeeze into a microscopic point of nowhere, immortally underground, holy star God.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. #Samedi February 23, 2019 A.D. @ 7:40 AM PST

{ belched some gas & drafted while watchin’ the spectacular video about S&T you take for granted, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/6wUbo4VewQU }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YouBeTrippinMan #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

WTF DOES THAT MEAN?  #PIA *
by
Richard Joseph Stephan

You and your ilk are fortunate that I don’t like to eat people or you’d all be extinct

Me and my species’ predilection is for the shrubbery grown out the dirt’s sewer sink

Utter satisfaction with the present because it is what it is and there’s no changin’ it

Not even a beautiful, smilin’ human face could crack the ice on the stone cold #Pink.

Fresh flesh, flush with the corpuscles of the muscles given from atomic fission, a Cell

Invasion of the alien force that triggers the acid to replicate it’s code and piles of Hell

Pumps of air without effect, nothing can affect the process, it’s radioactive, DNA I dare

Everybody knows what it means when the angels come and say, “I’ll take you there!”

Music, sounds of beats, back and up behind, way down to the middle of your bones’ fame

Where no light ever shines, nothing is known intimately, there is no more playin’ a game

Rules of the game are the same ones they downloaded at the beginning, home in the ZZz

Maker, creator, Unknown X factor, taking credit for an accidental crash of heaven’s bodies.

Conceptual analysis is The Way to discover the crease in the bilge of nonsense, full of ZaZen

On the nature of being human on an apparent sphere of experience, soon a mind’s forgotten

A Plane of Time and Space dimension, real &/or imagined, nevertheless, what we’ve all got

It’s the thing itself, the noumena of phenomena, our purpose for being, why we’re hot to trot.

If the innocence within you cares to survive, drop this page, pretend you never heard, blood

A day before your mother conceived your father’s wanton splash of immanent domain, kissed

Blessing Center Void, a Singularity in the middle of a Black Hole, love’s what I got, collapsed

Adam’s fault, just the way the ball bounces baby! Carbon monoxide, naked apes, Zeus’ gods!

by

r j j stephan, i { *header is the Gorilla swagger-bust from the #SacramentoZoo }

c. February 20 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Fergie #TheTime #BlackEyedPeas & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JwQZQygg3Lk }

 

 F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NEUTRON STAR THAT I AM, SAM*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

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Just forget about your trippin’ on my life and your death, I am the One that died, cat sharp

Now then, listen to some logic Mr. Pet Owner, sir, thank you for your service to my R & B

Not only the rhythm and blues but the room and board, I now play the hip hop on a harp

At the speed of light and the speed of sound, the thing itself has a violent origin, I am It.

I am the smokin’ gun of the murder scene, I’ve left the clues and the scent-sweat of balls

All of them lead to me, I am the One with the answers that you and your ilk can’t fathom

You’ve questions and you’ve no capacity of comprehending the Calculus’ mathematicals

White holes, black holes, worm holes, holy holes, no holes and Nothing is Holy, G-calls.

An atom of matter is made of the waves, the particles of annihilation, your mother egg

Not in this world of consciousness, you will suck the matter and annihilate, evaporate

You and everything else composed of atomic matter will be an event horizons’ grave dig

Inside the outside of the inner sanctum, words disappear, laws disappear, love’s date.

A paradox of a dream and an awareness of the brain function and malfunction chaos kin

I am the end of the beginning of everything, I know nothing intimately, infinite magic jin

In my nose, in my head, in my mind, thermal radiation imprint of the space and time fuss

A theoretical rhythm of saying nothing about becoming conceived into this blunderbuss.

OK, I came, I visited and now I’m already gone, my mass is still falling into infinity’s zip

No clue of what happens at the origin of the original climax, #BigBang of cosmic soup

With or without me you will eventually become the quantum of mechanics, atom’s eve

A dawn on your ignorance enlightens your safehouse groove, judge me, be me, #Grieve!

Plankstar Nuggets keep everything finite in a Plankstars essence of a black hole, add infinites

Prove your existence means anything at all and that could blow my mind, like we kissed teats

My door was open when I came in but now it’s padlocked with an impossible black ho head

Numbers and letters before a Sun’s original Big Bang, here and now I am there, I am #Dead.

by

r j j stephan, i #BlastOffMonkeys *HEADER-PHOTO of @SammiStephan” #KitKat R.I.P.

c. February 23, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted within a #BlackHole watchin’ everything on Earth being destroyed by infinity’s #RIP ad infinitum explanation of #Origins youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wUbo4VewQU }

W.W.A.R.D.?

A FELINE TAIL, UP, UP, SAMMY XO & AWAY!

A FELINE TAIL, UP, UP, SAMMY XO *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 21, 2019

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You never know when the sky will wall down on your bonehead skull, when it does, y’all folks

It doesn’t hurt when it burns, it just is a shockingly quick exit from the DNA, dogs, cats’ skit

Point in any direction and it is clearly out of here and now, where it is, that’s the cosmic jokes

You can count on my laughs when I “get the humor” therefore, I’ll never laugh, I don’t get it.

All of the days and nights you live without the Earth, that’s the rebirth, prebirth’s sissy face

For the sake of the Time and Space you’re in to discover the pattern of nothing but Space

Using the movement of the thing within and without us as the measurement of the Time

Pretending the foolish philosophy of writings on rock walls and dirt floors, undersea slime.

You and I ought to know for certain before our last breath, what Life’s all about, faith #Fade

It’s an old hardboard #BoardGame we used to play, like #MONOPOLY & #SORRY, we played

We won and lost and sometimes just gave up after a few hours of trying to monopolize a fjord

You really weren’t sorry, you knew some would turn into checkers on a squarepants’ board.

Pyramids shield the feline spirit from the empty and holy sand piled up to a South Pole apex

At the tip, just above the top, I fill the grooves and play the music with my diamond stylus sex

Who can see over yonder, beyond the ignorance and naivety of babies, abused and forelorn

Turnin’ from orphan into a feline punk’s prison fodder for US taxed workers, Love Laurax.

Once or twice you get on the plane, boss but this may be the second and last time to #Rock

Every moment and second that you cannot hear ticking because it’s a guilty conscience lock

Nobody gets into it or gets out of it alive, it’s all of the dead star stuff, animated atomic flaws

A caring man looks into the black and blue and sees blue on the black, rockin’ rhythm paws!

by

r j j stephan, i { *honor our superNATURAL KITCAT who ate mighty mice! HOME! SAM!}

c. February 20, 2019 A.D. @ 00:01 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the @StrayCatsBand on youTube link https://youtu.be/ldMViCzHhEo }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BARNBURNER #STRAYCATS & #HEAVEN

A FELINE TAIL, UP, UP, SAMMY XO*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 21, 2019

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You never know when the sky will wall down on your bonehead skull, when it does, y’all folks

It doesn’t hurt when it burns, it just is a shockingly quick exit from the DNA, dogs, cats’ skit

Point in any direction and it is clearly out of here and now, where it is, that’s the cosmic jokes

You can count on my laughs when I “get the humor” therefore, I’ll never laugh, I don’t get it.

All of the days and nights you live without the Earth, that’s the rebirth, prebirth’s sissy face

For the sake of the Time and Space you’re in to discover the pattern of nothing but Space

Using the movement of the thing within and without us as the measurement of the Time

Pretending the foolish philosophy of writings on rock walls and dirt floors, undersea slime.

You and I ought to know for certain before our last breath, what Life’s all about, faith #Fade

It’s an old cardbord #BoardGame we used to play, like #MONOPOLY & #SORRY, we played

We won and lost and sometimes just gave up after a few hours of trying to monopolize a fjord

You really weren’t sorry, you knew some would turn into checkers on a squarepants’ board.

Pyramids shield the feline spirit from the empty and holy sand piled up to a South Pole apex

At the tip, just above the top, I fill the grooves and play the music with my diamond stylus sex

Who can see over yonder, beyond the ignorance and naivety of babies, abused and forelorn

Turnin’ from orphan into a feline punk’s prison fodder for US taxed workers, Love Laurax.

Once or twice you get on the plane, boss but this may be the second and last time to #Rock

Every moment and second that you cannot hear ticking because it’s a guilty conscience lock

Nobody gets into it or gets out of it alive, it’s all of the dead star stuff, animated atomic flaws

A caring man looks into the black and blue and sees blue on the black, rockin’ rhythm paws!

by

r j j stephan, i { *honor our superNATURAL KITCAT who ate mighty mice! HOME! SAM!}

c. February 20, 2019 A.D. @ 00:01 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the @StrayCatsBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ldMViCzHhEo 

W.W.A.R.D. ?

 

#GoAwayBoyYaBotherMe #ChickenHawksRule #FoghornLeghorn

WTF DOES THAT MEAN?  #PIA *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, February 20, 2019

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You and your ilk are fortunate that I don’t like to eat people or you’d all be extinct

Me and my species’ predilection is for the shrubbery grown out the dirt’s sewer sink

Utter satisfaction with the present because it is what it is and there’s no changin’ it

Not even a beautiful, smilin’ human face could crack the ice on the stone cold #Pink.

Fresh flesh, flush with the corpuscles of the muscles given from atomic fission, a Cell

Invasion of the alien force that triggers the acid to replicate it’s code and piles of Hell

Pumps of air without effect, nothing can affect the process, it’s radioactive, DNA I dare

Everybody knows what it means when the angels come and say, “I’ll take you there!”

Music, sounds of beats, back and up behind, way down to the middle of your bones’ fame

Where no light ever shines, nothing is known intimately, there is no more playin’ a game

Rules of the game are the same ones they downloaded at the beginning, home in the ZZz

Maker, creator, Unknown X factor, taking credit for an accidental crash of heaven’s bodies.

Conceptual analysis is The Way to discover the crease in the bilge of nonsense, full of ZaZen

On the nature of being human on an apparent sphere of experience, soon a mind’s forgotten

A Plane of Time and Space dimension, real &/or imagined, nevertheless, what we’ve all got

It’s the thing itself, the noumena of phenomena, our purpose for being, why we’re hot to trot.

If the innocence within you cares to survive, drop this page, pretend you never heard, blood

A day before your mother conceived your father’s wanton splash of immanent domain, kissed

Blessing Center Void, a Singularity in the middle of a Black Hole, love’s what I got, collapsed

Adam’s fault, just the way the ball bounces baby! Carbon monoxide, naked apes, Zeus’ gods!

by

r j j stephan, i { *header is the Gorilla swagger-bust from the #SacramentoZoo }

c. February 20 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Fergie #TheTime #BlackEyedPeas & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JwQZQygg3Lk }

 

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#GrandJuryHearing #WhatWouldAynRandDo #WWARD

 

COMEDY OF A TRAGEDY, #KITKAT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 19, 2019

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In a play on a stage, life’s the same up there as it is down here on the ground, oh man

There is no reason or rhyme to the notion of being alive in the centerfold of nowhere

All there is can be summarized by blind faith in an unknown force of Death, I’m a fan

Printed words on paper, signals from signs and sounds of village voices’ somewhere.

I will admit to nothing except being incapable of ascertaining the day before crashed atoms

Inside of the darkest place and only place I’m actually from physically, mama’s blessed heart

Impotent within my own soul, to become a man/geist with blind faith in fatal, rock phantoms

Pyramids, skyscrapers, cathedrals, underground tunnels full of stalactite #Trump anomalies.

Let us add to the side of the hill with the POTUS rock heads of S.D., Donald Trump 2020

In a whirlwind of trinkets and #FakeNews cosmic stew, forget while awake, dream plenty

You may not come around again, the only chance you get to do what you can, Time is nigh

Without warning the quest may be cut short and ended before the mission’s complete, die!

Life is a bit more brief than a child would guess, to know death, you gets what you deserves

A look deep down into the psyche of mankind, the evolved #Fakeape without crust on toast

Few exceptions available from an historical record and none from the saints, all Divine pervs

Private functions obsolete, dying thinkin’ a ghost can be a soul without Earth, prebirth ghost.

Health and disease two sides of a flipped coin, to be feelin’ good or bad, a Lucky Strike drawn

Heads or tails, one way or another, it’s a 50/50 chance you’ll guess the correct landing pawn

If you lose, you pay in silver, if you win, paid in gold, the way of a fox. see if love or hate floats

Stray cats and cool cats, nose in the files to categorize-alphabetize the forms, doctorate notes.

by

r j j stephan, i #DoNotStartARiot #JustRememberThat #LoveIsWhatIGot #ComeBackToMe

c. Tuesday, February 19, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Sublime #LoveIsWhatIGot & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0Uc3ZrmhDN4 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

Are you out of your... #OOYFM ? Infinity & Sublimity = Black Hole

INFINITY CAN’T EXPOSE YOU, I CAN

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 18, 2019

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With the small amount of comprehension that I have gleaned from my gene pool’s DNA

I see nothing clearly and there is way more than I can imagine, more emptiness’ Void

It’s a matter of atoms getting excited about being close together, friction ignites charm

Eventually, with a flagrant foul or two, the joke will be seen to be upon you and me, hoy!

I’m going to Rock and Roll all night long and my lady may not approve yet I shall march on

To the beat of my own drummer, whose beat goes on and on and on, from here to eternity

Gone through all of the bones of the women and the men who eat the other things alive, son

A short tale is what I’ve got, like love, it will come and it will go in a jiffy, smokin’ my trophy.

Melody moves the soul, a beat kicks the two-oh-eight into the back and forth, doom ode

But I know it won’t last even though I want it to, love of me will come and go like four winds

Every song I ever picked and every lyric I ever sang, brought the joy into the sacred hearts

Beat as One, Beatles, the Beat, Les Beat, anyway love is all I got, exposed by ultraviolet code.

Victory and misery come to all of the living whether it’s an ant or a Queen’s knight’s daughter

Thumbs down and thumbs up to give me my charity, my love, my faith and hope in the holy

Unseen things and aggravating things that make me drink whole bottles of fire in the water

I will not repeat this so take notes and remember it verbatim for maximum melancholic folly.

Dilly dilly they say, I hear them but it wasn’t what I’ve lost or found in the lexicon, expletively

Deserve nothing more than everything under the sun, it is what the Earth is, dust, rust n’ me

I ain’t comin’ back after I leave, no more reincarnated force in another ignorant form of skirt

Long sweaters and short skirts are exactly what the doctor ordered for my health, let us flirt!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. February 18, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted in a loop with #LoveIsWhatIGot Sublime - the band on a loop link @ https://youtu.be/0Uc3ZrmhDN4 }

 
W.W.A.R.D.?

It is not nice to fool the mothers, boys! #ALTANT -->>Act Like There Ain't No Tomorrow!

#FearLoathingSpaceTimeNothingMoreNothingLess

 #EventHorizonComing #Void #Empty

LOATHE SPACE’S TIME, GO DADDIO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Monday, February 18, 2019

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Eyes and lips uncovered for the entry of wind, light and sight I loathe the Space’s Time skid

Only because the matrix is out of my control, a random collection of kids, powerfully insane

Maybe evil, maybe good, maybe neither evil nor good, maybe an alien consciousness’ kid

A life form that has a need for earthly dynamics, food and water, like we do but inhumane.

Armed and dangerous with only the #Word to function as the tool to feed wood to the fire

Ignorance enlightened by the Truth, knowing about Nothing with a Divine sense of humor

To set oneself up for a trip of a lifetime, like no human’s ever experienced in history’s mire

Witnessed by nobody alive, blind faith in your leaders gets you burned, you vampire whore.

Now that I’ve lost those who can’t handle the truth due to the loathsome lexicon, away we go

Other than the feature you recollect before your conception, there is nothing like #FauxFates

You cannot make this up, google it or search your local university libraries or in a black hole

On Being the #Singularity, a solitary implosion warps Time and all of #Matter disintegrates.

You get to choose your space suit to protect you on the mission, the design is computerized

Like the multi-dimensional UFO traveling, dead aliens, captured, nurtured and euthanized

By the men in Black or the White brotherhood of secret societal, bully pulpit scat tweet of BS

No proof other than the Word, written by the Saints we trust would never bear false witness.

Have no doubts that your personal value to the Cosmos is minuscule and virtually invisible

Poor brothers and sisters, my cousins, kin and friend(s) I am here to be called full of bull

On the middle road, the path is lonely and dark but I squawk as the Eagle’s radar in flight

Responds to hunger for comfort food and You, it goes without saying, #EnjoyIt, you got it!

by

r j j stephan, i { I do not volunteer for the trip to #Mars but I have a friend... #TheJoker }

c. Monday February 18th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #MikeWallace Frank Lloyd Wright Romanza interview on youTube link #HITES on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/muoVqVZ7RlM }

 

 

FINIS #BlackHolesDoNotExist 

#ALTANT

What Would Ayn Rand Do #WWARD #Humuhumunukunukuapua'aa #Brexit

#MAGIC #NIRVANA #OTHERS ...

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 17, 2019

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Smoke and mirrors now and then, all you need to explain yourself, a saga’s MF’n real Truth

No justice in the Truth regardless of it’s relation to the Fact that Nothing exists, so, forsooth

Now, of course there are no apologetics for the application of adaptable skills for God’s sake

If you don’t use it you will lose it, Time tested factoid, tattooed on your skin, a TV news fake.

If you are not an orphan then you may have to use your imagination for this but here y’all go

A light you see at the end of the birth canal tunnel is the first thing you get after the darkness

Pretending to go back to the light for a rebirth is the pablum of the masses, a fund for clueless

Midnight Special philanthropists send The Self to morgues of all too human funk, nail to toe.

Forces of pain and suffering that come from surviving well into your sixth decade, petrified

Memories of the Past and the Fear of the Future absolutely forcing You to overlook Presence

Being at this moment, not later and no sooner than the tick you recognize your Nature tense

Beast of Burden for a few orbits, lucky to have become a man on a street, fuckin’ sperm lied!

Let me say this about that after I light a smoke to get back the recollection I keep forgetting

It was right there at the tip of my tongue a tick-rock ago, amigos and amigas, no fretting

It may not be what we’ve come to understand, we may be alien-origin or maybe not, crash

I was on a private jet to see you, thought that I might never see you again, you got the rash!

I delivered the daily and weekly paper, I collected pennies and nickels for empty bottle return

I packed my pockets full of gum and candy at the leafcandy™ candy factory sour apple gum

Rode my Schwinn bike with handlebar streamers as fast as I could back home to safe house

More sugar to rot my teeth with decay from sugar lodged in the smell of my mouth’s gums.

In-taking and metabolizing the sensational gifts of this petri dish of rock and gas, sunshit

I mean sunshine, on the other hand, it is the refuse of the Origin after all is said, It’s victory

Cream of the crop or the utter echelon below the pit of Hades, a smell surrounding Hamlet

To be or not to be is never the only question, it’s the fool’s choice, Mercury, Venus or me!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. February 17, 2019 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ & watchin’ Cake Nirvana Solana Nirvana on youTube links @ https://youtu.be/hTWKbfoikeg & Train @ https://youtu.be/7Xf-Lesrkuc }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

BlackAndBlue #Me2Or3 #SwampMusic

WITHOUT H2O, GRANDE, VENTI!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 17, 2019

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No straws because a straw was stuck in your nose and your tortoise was poster red dirt

Staged and pretended to be the reality of the universal empire of love’s transitory hold

Naked apes as they are, clothed, robed, covered up hairless skin, avoidin’ freezin’ cold

Waitin’ for the burn of the sun to be tamed by the shelter of trees and bush in a desert.

Now dig this, I ain’t the one you thought I was the moment you saw and felt me, not at all

My 208 bones roam the prairie and ocean coasts up to the top of the volcanoes of St. Helen

The ash that fell to the Earth replenished the dreams of the ocean for the rocks of this roll

Around and around like it’s nobody’s business but it’s yours and it’s mine, over to you again.

People who were conceived and born that appear here and now for a s moment’s Time-Fate

Have absolutely no control over the direction of their own personal genome, it’s matrix Vast

Empty Void and everything of substance that made the first weapons for defense and a mate

Without mates, the species fails it’s evolutionary thrust to adapt to the future before it is past.

So, there’s plastic made from the oil fields in the Earth and the plastic is not #Recyclable, duh

You can’t make the plastic straws disappear, they are in piles waitin’ to be zapped by God, uh

Wait until you want to suck your liquid without touchin’ the plastic and porcelain to my tea

No ma and pa left to put me back in my place which BTW is anywhere at all I ever wanna be.

Subtract the volume of the Earth’s mixture of H2O, polluted, salt or fresh, liquidated totally

The form of our poor planet’s not the beautiful squashed, blue marble look-a-like you hillbilly

Play the banjo, blow the pipes full of your hot air-wind, beat the skins until the cows unmilk

Music is the piccolo and flute of the leaders of the pack, the runners of the run, hot black silk.

If you never get to read about it you’ll never know what will certainly stalk you, it’s funny fun

In the olden days, days of Old, the so distant past, things would soon be all done, atom to One

Paradise in the mind of readers of books, hard rockin’ #Walls of a privileged mother, #Sonny

From being too late for a starlit exit door, I can recall, MY SON, it Is the Sun, it’s yo’ #Daddy!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday February 17, 2019 A.D. @ 7:07 AM PST

{ drafted in utero of the #Void like #CasperTheFriendlyGhost, listenin’ to #EveryMothersSon Lynyrd Skynyrd & a mixed bag of #Rocks on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q6Mgz1UX6DU }

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