#AMAZON @AMAZON #AmazonWomen @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

SADDLE UP MONKEYS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, March 1, 2019

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Shapes of the light-blinded vision, inherited by the DNA of this world’s slugs’ bloody souls

Inscribed by gouges in the slate and rock-hard CD’s, film and tape, fake humanitarian goals

As the flight moves the herd ahead, following the leader who fears nothing, invisible fakers

Of the purple sage or the ones who gallop with the storm, the cyclone caused by #Doors’ sirs.

Keep your friends closer and your enemies closer, know who each of them are and where too

Knowing who they are is useless if you don’t know their intentions toward you and your farts

Pricking up your ears automatically as you recognize that you’re getting ready to turn to glue

It is what they do with the plugs and thoroughbreds alike and it ain’t my fault, is it yours? Uh

Dogs out of the war and living amongst us, in the middle of civilized society they stalk prey

Good, bad or ugly matters not one twit as the meat on the bones falls into the hot spit foray

Dirty and burned fingertips, hands, wrists, typed words flickerin’ on screens, rockin’ omega

Behind the shadows, the thing itself remains at One, alone and at Rest, as it has since alpha.

You don’t know like I know, listen to the song if you don’t believe me, it’s not for me to say

Take a stress pill, think things over, try to overlook your need for vengeance, forget about it

Why don’t other species of animal and plant pray to God? Why, what the #SamHill! Pray

That is all you and anyone else can do, a data byte of ideology, Langley in Urbana sang today.

#Daisy Daisy give me your answer too, I’m half crazy all for the love of you, dada dada dada

You’ll look sweet on the seat of a bicycle built for two, on the other hand, maybe it’ll fa la la

Thought provoke this if you dare, nobody knows anything about the genius of the genome

A finale of watchin’ the sixes of all living on every continent, apes will rule the #Shrewdness.

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 1st, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WJMAzHaPaOU?t=1 }

FINIS

#SlaveToWisdom #AnathemaToIgnorance #SlaveToTheRhythmToo

HOAX THE #CONMEN, FAKENUTS!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 28, 2019

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Microbes of your idiot mind which has neither ethics nor morality, to consume Eve’s invitees

Of the gas, the hearts of the matter and the incinerated blastoff, fission’s fusion of guardians

To be conceived and lived for a #NewYorkMinute, immersed in #Chinatown loaded shotguns

Inherited from the immigrants who reproduced floods of strangers who met on foreign seas.

Clues to reason from the premises to the conclusion only lead to the dirty water’s jagged edge

To drink or not to drink the aide of the gators, that’s the eternal consternation of mud, sledge

Listen to me, I’ve never told the Truth, I told a Lie, a #Wikileaksoid #DataDump, honky fun

Sanction #MamaEarth, collusion with humanity, the god’s fission and fusion do it, be a sun.

Became a gypsy at birth, scared of the dreams I used to have while I was awake, gorilla mares

About a million dollars got me lost in this space, nobody knew where I went, where I’ve gone

I am goin’ out on a limb, it’s bending my conscience beyond it’s grasp of the Ego, the Id, me

Well certainly, I am the #superEgo, I am always right because I’m never wrong about history.

The Past and Present are all that’s possible to know, the Future will always be either intent or

Accidental progression of #BigBang’s #StarStuff of #Sagan’s ilk, not the angel and devil corps

Comin’ into the fold, young sheep believe that you’ve got to go along to get along, get #Pilled

Blind faith in the leaders of the seven continents of the watered asteroid, will get you killed!

Grow up young children of the elite, die young if you’re the innocent and escape the laughs

Absurd little syllogisms to express the idiotic dominance of the subordinates’ moronic gaffs

Copy your hidden code of DNA, #FakeNews discrepancy of a #Jackass, a conceptual analysis

Light in Darkness shows the empty, nothingness of evolutionary #FakeNuts #TeatsAndArse!

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 28, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted inside of the womb of my room in the house of the holy, dirty star-stuff and molecular destruction constant, now, #Dive! & of course listenin’ to the Train #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/zftcZYdOl3Y }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

@WorldOfSwirl #MidnightSpecial

ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

EAT COW AND HOLD THE FRIES *

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Wednesday, February 27, 2019

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Just because you think you’re so pretty and you blackened both of my bloodshot eyes

You didn’t ever fight fair but I had too much Jack Daniels down the hatch of no return

I ain’t bulletproof, I ain’t made of steel and like atomic glass, I’m fused up, ready to burn

Ready to blow but in a good way, an eruption and a flow downhill to Dixie and Dubai.

Current affairs and historical record oral and written may not match but who gives a hoot

There’s been an eternal feud between the good and the bad, it turns out to be really ugly

Like what you don’t want to see in the light or in the darkness, frightening face of reality

Pinched to see if I’m awake and I ain’t, it’s a dream for me and for you, you’re in my city.

I will go away in the dust and wind eventually regardless of your knowledge of the facts

As you will I’m sure, find that there is nothing in this world more important than love

A distraction from the apparent desolation and abandonment in the middle of our Space

Calling the passing, the Time spent animating, thinking, growing and decaying, saves face.

Bowing in reverence of the ones who’ve figured it all out, there’s nothing to worry about

There’s no sweat for anything you used to worry about, life moves on, without you fool

In the colors of the spectrum, rainbow from ultraviolet to infrared, invisible to a scout

I’m smilin’ and you’re cryin’ and I can tell you why, I know she screwed the pooch, tool.

I can’t remember today yesterday and can see tomorrow like it’s right here, right now

It ain’t no party my friends and crazy haters of this brand of pure logic and reasoning

Practical and metaphysical it all flows out of the mouth like a deluge flood of blessing

How high is out of this world, above or below the wobbling poles, mardi gras my plow!

Asleep in a dream, awakened in a dream and nothing is different, it’s all in the game of love

Original sin is these people got us here without our permission, souls, remember the flood

You’re not mud or stone, you’re really only part of the Earth since you eat and drink the dove

It’s the brilliance in the middle of violence and axle grease to be whipped into a frenzy, blood.

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r j j stephan, i   *Header is a swirl of whirl

c. Wednesday, February 27, 2019 A.D.@ 1:11 PM PST

{ wrote somewhere on a beach, while my <3 span=""> & angel flies through the air through the mighty wind to Jersey & listenin’ to some #ZZTop #WorldOfSwirl & #HITS on youTube link https://youtu.be/Sk6YS5m-tSc }

 

 FINIS

 

#RideLikeHehl #NeverStop #NeverLieToMe #AlreadyGone

BORED MONKS’ BOWS & GUNS, RIP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 26, 2019

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Struggle to become men and women from the boys and girls we got raised from, then caput

It’s over before you know it, before you wanted it to, an unexpected pretend shockin’ cut

Kicked off of the living team and traded to the dead, death of the heart and the soul, both

Souls cannot survive without a 208 bone framework unless angel wings count, chosen one.

Fear of the end of life will only waste the Time in this Space which’s so precious and critical

Mass and the quarks of black holes notwithstanding, a physics and chemistry, #Bardo #Hell

Burst out from a blown white dwarf, here we sit with Snow White and seven dwarves’ balls

Holy scat written down by scratchin’ straight and curved lines in the dirt and on cave walls.

Now and then, whether it’s your choice or not, you will die because you’re alive but that’s all

You and millions of other atomic ideas became adapted to pickin’ strings, Pan blowin’ a horn

For the minions to rock and roll around the Time and Space of watches and clocks, that’s all

Leave your body alone, burn it to dust, bury it in the rock flush of formaldehyde’s acid porn.

Grinning and laughing inside as loud as a black giant steppin’ on Tom Thumbs’ porch to find

Guitars and horns, drums and tambourines to add the voice of Earth to the noise of mankind

Words written and spoken in every language in the universe, sounds, signs never out of sight

Out back, *up-down* by a riverbed’s blown rocks, Hades’ smithereens, state of my good fight.

Fish and dolphins and whales jumpin’ out of the water to get up to the sky, we remain down

Home on the ground, still hungry to eat the matter to continue to remove a goddess’ gown

Searchin’ for what is never going to be found since it is nothing that is lost, nothing’s new

In my wildest dream, I live forever while everyone else dies in distress, um, the gods knew.

In a garbage or soup can, the refused is recycled into the smoke, chem-trail dusted air-gas

Through the hands of dirty bums and bumettes, life moves and animates the old bug’s arse

Educated from the kindergarten around 4 years old to the metabolized education’s gun-din

Boredom’s exactly what priests’ sisters of charity wanted, gods of war, death, now I’m all in.

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r j j stephan, i

c. #Mardi, February 26, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #TrueLove by Glenn Frye & friends' #HITS youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic }

 #PURPLEhAZE

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FairToMidlandTexas @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

SAM WASNT WASTED TIME, POPS!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 25, 2019

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First time we met, I did not know it would be deeper than the concrete and rugs we groomed

Fur balls and cat scratched fever pullin’ it all together to make it all go away, y’all ain’t tamed

Wild as the hair looks on my back, tail and head, I remember what you told me boss, I got it

Here waiting for the next step of your legs movin’ one foot in front of another, type hard s#it!

Significant and simple, legitimate coming and going, like the mechanism of the galactic static

Compression’s explosions rule kings’ queens’ quarks inside of a singularity’s Void’s potshot

You know that is your origin, that’s why you can’t stand the sound of the word, it is symbolic

Inside an astronauts’ or cosmonauts’ spacesuit, the dream ends in all alone, an empty dot.

Milk of the feline cattery cut off from the source of being, a purr and spell of a kitty-cat nap

For the dogs among us, chasing a critter that runs is inhumane, in-canine, a travesty of crap

Asking for nothing other than food, water and a place to watch the living, huzza up the crack

Laughing on the way to the end of the last time they get to move, to animate the bones’ rack.

You don’t get to voice an opinion, river-flow downstream from the peak, to downriver’s #dam

Pour the water on the fire, spray the foam to suffocate the flames of the left over sparks’ kick

Planet spinning, maybe so, unclear spots on a dark matrix, blind faith in a holy, Popsicle stick

Mixed menudo with burning light and heavy metal, foul matter, faked you out pal, Sam, I am.

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r j j stephan, i { dedication: #SamanthaStephan #RIP <3 span=""> #WonderinWhatILeftBehind #WastedTime}

c. Monday 2-25-2019 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST *Header is ‘MOI’ in a California Redwood forest

{ spun this spin around on my thumb for an hour and it bled out as I became the sieve of the matrix listenin’ to #WastedTime by the mighty Eagles https://youtu.be/c0SvsinEUfY #OMG can’t believe it’s happenin’ again...baby’s gone, it looks like the end..... #BackOutOnTheStreet #TryinToRemember }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#TurningIntoShadows @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

PICASSO’S VISIONARY FUSION *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 25, 2019 A.D.

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Merging the smallest particle of matter with the largest wave of energy becomes Adam

Evaluate the atoms, the neutrons and the organisms generated from wasted evolution

Neither good nor evil, it is just the plain facts of life, there’s no God or Ala, only atoms

Therefore, step up to the bar and name your poison, fission or fusion, either way, I win.

Not being either a man or a woman, just a ghost in the machine that types on keyboards’ buts

A three act performance without a finale because the star never comes out for a bow or curtsy

As the stage turns to black with only one spot of light in a beam, a voice kills the silence’s OM

Curiously foolish to expect the Good and Evil to share this inherited DNA Ugly shape’s form.

It’s a war to become either one or the other but never both until the last breath, unto death

Walkin’ or slitherin’, swimmin’ or flyin’ in every case as DNA moves, dies or lives in health

Ego of conscious awareness gives way to the Id, to the spikes of the Super Id, love it or hat it

I do not click on enter, that is up to you and yours, this here dream is a regular race riot!

Mother black, father white, cousins Latin, friends from the orient, revolutionary litter’s pick

To lead, to follow, to live and die knowing the reason for humanity’s presence from the dick

Into an egg of a program, 32 genes to mix and match the genome from Vladivostok to Cool

Old, golden hills in California from Pilot Hill to Coloma to Shantytown, keep lead for a fool.

Just like you and me, like the ones who came before and will come after us all, sweet Nothing

For the sake of sanity, we must not lose the blind faith in the unknown, the blackness’ Space

Void of everything from language, everything between planets and solar forces’ made-up face

Lipstick, color cover-up for the spots and scars, boom magic, #fakeNews of an ugly duckling.

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r j j stephan, i { *Header is a Escuela Deportiva Pablopicasso of #Pablo }

c. February 25, 2019 A.D. @ 4:30 PM PST

{ #pumpedup listenin’ to #SlippinIntoDarkness by #WARTheBand on link @ https://youtu.be/RFSWW4O6QNM }

FINIS

#AddictedToYouBaby @ChicagoTheBand #HardHabitToBreak #Alright #Alright #AlrightAlready #CCR run!

....it's alright, alright, alright...goin' to the end of the line...

BLACK HOLE, MAKE IT RED HOT!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 24, 2019

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DNA of the living cell mutated and became what we are here, right now, in a Time stalk

Danced, laughed, skipped and jumped around the hopscotch chalk lines on the sidewalk

Brown eyed girls, blue eyed boys standing in the sunlight waiting for the rainbows to kill

Performance enhancing breath from the gas left over from the Big Bang, shot to #Thrill!

Beginnin’ at jump street where everybody joins the party, down in the incubator’s holy core

Closer to the heart than to the soul but inside the body, nothing is outside of the locked door

Emptiness before the hoses that spray the liquid gas upon the dirty and muddy fit-bit keys

Matter into a cosmic egg full of live/dead stars, ridin’ backward on pigs, my baby monkeys.

Around the blazing fire in the middle of the blackness of night, warriors come to get theirs

From the prey of the prowlers, meat and bones in a cosmic menudo of tiny, anatomic tears

For the love of God, the Divine Nature we attribute to the process of living and dying, funny

To have it or not to have it is not as important as lying that you have it, no need to lie, honey.

I dreamt all of this in front of my eyes, including your conscious apprehension of the Siege

Rattling off words of songs, shredding the frets’ chords and arpeggios for mama’s groupies

It really doesn’t matter about the running up and down the scales, it’s all weightless of form

Responsible for nothing seen or heard, Creator gets away scot-free, tequila without a worm.

Insanity of the mind of man is merely the maladjustment to the facts of life, God’s accident

Thinking that you exist is all that’s required to accept the responsibility of life’s paradoxes

It may or may not be all there is in the universe, this Earth, this plane’s planet of hot foxes

Oklahoma to Maine and back down to south Texas and California, turn a page heaven sent.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday February 24, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted in my OWN, deep ‘personal’ GriefForCats & listenin’ to the @GlennFrey TrueLove jam from 1988 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HardHabitToBreak #Alright #Alright #AlrightAlready #CCR run!

....it's alright, alright, alright...goin' to the end of the line...
BLACK HOLE, MAKE IT RED HOT!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 24, 2019

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DNA of the living cell mutated and became what we are here, right now, in a Time stalk

Danced, laughed, skipped and jumped around the hopscotch chalk lines on the sidewalk

Brown eyed girls, blue eyed boys standing in the sunlight waiting for the rainbows to kill

Performance enhancing breath from the gas left over from the Big Bang, shot to #Thrill!

Beginnin’ at jump street where everybody joins the party, down in the incubator’s holy core

Closer to the heart than to the soul but inside the body, nothing is outside of the locked door

Emptiness before the hoses that spray the liquid gas upon the dirty and muddy fit-bit keys

Matter into a cosmic egg full of live/dead stars, ridin’ backward on pigs, my baby monkeys.

Around the blazing fire in the middle of the blackness of night, warriors come to get theirs

From the prey of the prowlers, meat and bones in a cosmic menudo of tiny, anatomic tears

For the love of God, the Divine Nature we attribute to the process of living and dying, funny

To have it or not to have it is not as important as lying that you have it, no need to lie, honey.

I dreamt all of this in front of my eyes, including your conscious apprehension of the Siege

Rattling off words of songs, shredding the frets’ chords and arpeggios for mama’s groupies

It really doesn’t matter about the running up and down the scales, it’s all weightless of form

Responsible for nothing seen or heard, Creator gets away scot-free, tequila without a worm.

Insanity of the mind of man is merely the maladjustment to the facts of life, God’s accident

Thinking that you exist is all that’s required to accept the responsibility of life’s paradoxes

It may or may not be all there is in the universe, this Earth, this plane’s planet of hot foxes

Oklahoma to Maine and back down to south Texas and California, turn a page heaven sent.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday February 24, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted in my OWN, deep ‘personal’ #GriefForCats & listenin’ to the @GlennFrey #TrueLove jam from 1988 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic }

W.W.A.R.D.?