#InstantaneousKnuckleBalls #HellICantRememberWhereImFrom - @JonothanWinters { after being struck by lightening on the way to the @JohnnyCarson show ROTLMAO }

NOTHING’S IN THE PICTURE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 13, 2019

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DNA is one thing and Nothing is the absence of everything, it ain’t so, atomic anti-matter

No past, present or future timing of the revolutions and orbits’ of souls higher, much holier

Than thou and thine neighbors, crazy mothers of fathers showed the way, basic pullin’ train

Gravitational collapse into the corpses all up and down the scales, played the music insane.

My gas’ mix must be without cosmic dust, it suffocates bronchial tubes’ mitochondrial draw

To breathe in and out the wrong mixture on Earth is akin to breathin’ moon atmosphere raw

That I am here and now is a miracle in itself, the fact that I’m able to elucidate nothing’s face

What I will is what becomes the reality, alive and well in front of my eyes, songs and Grace.

Not as lonely as it appeared at first, the measure of the excitement is the flying of the time

It is merely the paying no attention to the passage of the things that age with Earth spins

It all makes sense in some bizarro world where everybody does something for nothing at all

Dreamin’ of runnin’ around in circles to pretend that Life will mean something, oh, The Fall.

Therefore, assuming that DNA and RNA on Earth are a spontaneous result of the Big Bang

Nothing more or less to say than that, One take away one leaves None, that’s it sweet thang

Shoot a messenger for the e=Mc2 equation, it ain’t my fault that Love’s a sight for sore eyes

It’s the Charm and Quarks that will show the way to the mind over shit-babies wales & cries.

Reflected in the mirror, the glass of the watery surface of cess, are you kiddin’ me loose-lips

We and the UFO aliens who never mix it up with us since they’d be warping the Time slips

If and only if you have been moved by logic and reason to the inescapable ends, dead ones

Symbolic Ends and Means, desperate in fear and loathing, holy souls’ 12-gauge shotguns!

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r j j stephan, I *Header is a DNA strand, what you’re made of if you’re a fool or not!

c. Saturday April 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

* drafted listenin’ to Everlast #Ends & #chit on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MjiMqeD-lrs

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SunRefusedToShineToday #SeeItNow #SacredCumLaude

A SURFIN’ PILL, A PONY & WAHINI *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 13, 2019

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It’s finally a done deal, the statue of limitations has passed and it’s safe to shout it to herds

I’m so proud of the facts of life I’ve been privileged to discover before my last day over here

In a very delicate space, everywhere I step, everywhere I roll, anything can happen, my dear

Not being condescending with that said, it’s a terminology acceptable only with last words.

Lazy in New York City and busy in Los Angeles, runnin’ from Chicago to the sanctuary loop

Where all of the huddles masses go back and forth from the lake shore to the suburbia, poop

Not because anybody is evil or bad, it’s just that the Good has shared the wealth with the Ugly

Children of rice and corn, amused, holy farmers and city slickers, we all, hella giggity giggity.

Colloquial speculation of a time after death and before birth, is a chimera of a neighborhood

We call it God as in God is good, the Earth, the Moon, the Sun and all stars in my holy blood

Look outside of the box you’ve found reading the words that point to the essence of a slave

It is indeed, the treasure inside of the empty chest of inherited heirloom writing in a cave.

If you knew what you really don’t want to know, it would kill your verve and will to be happy

Not because of any other reason than there is nothing but a dream happening to us, baby!

Being happy is an option for the lucky, fortune brings the genetic combination to the fruit

Falls from music notes on a tree of ancestors in Ill, Tenn and Cali or Rome, “Now, git, git!”

I dig that dear john note without another, in a heart’s song the holy soul vanishes without it

In a ghost’s spirit of being something and nothing at the same time, in space and outer space

Never, never would you want to wish one of your three wishes away with a magic wand’s fit

Waving wands without occult spells works in backfire reverse, Will to Power in a pretty face.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. April 13, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

*Header is a wahini cum-min’ to the top of a warm wave comin’ out of the #CosmicSoup }

{ drafted while listenin’ to Chris Cornell #BlackHoleSun #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2xvnBaxH78k }

#FINIS

#BuyYourOwnDrink #WalkYourselfToTheFrontDoor

COWGIRLS’ ROCKS & A COWBOY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 12, 2019

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Above and below the four corners of hell, it’s sundown bled to Earth, a firin’ pin’s pistol pow

Full metal jackets and grenades to meld on bunkers, nowhere to hide, all I know, man it’s fun

What I don’t know will hurt somebody but it won’t be me, I am prepared like the boy scouts

Imagine my dear kin, allowing yourself to be enslaved or beaten and eaten by heathen louts.

Whiskey in my magazine and bullets in my bottle, I’m a sharpshooter marksman, I’m drunk

For no reason, I got snatched from my mama before I was ready to go, no shrimps can dunk

A tankful of alcohol and medicinal herbs grown from the mother of us all, consumed by me

Laughing more than a happy man should but that’s what I do, my writing on the wall’s free.

Rocks and stones thrown from the top of the mountains to the depths of tunnels I do wander

Holy living things live, life’s a liquid, quid pro quo, a fait complet self loathing fear of thunder

Mirror image of no form or matter, living form absentee in utero and afterbirth, unto the fist

Singin’ and playin’ with the Word, lovin’ in the flesh and blood, makin’ love to the wickedest.

Rain and Fire mixing up the genome’s acid, I poke fun at the Father, the Son and Holy Ghost

I’ll be forgiven in confession by a priestly man inside a pretend, outer conscience way up high

My sins, original and mortal were trivial compared to a Big Bang and only son’s soul, the host

Yet, it is what I’ve got since the cold case in the city of Bad Smells, dead fish & rolls of the die.

At the edge of the black hole’s event horizon, infinity took a quantum leap and I just morphed

From an old man with white hair to a young man with a bald head and torso all uber-dwarfed

It appeared that I’d become ONE part of an armed band of gypsies, WORD armed, dangerous

Psychoanalyze a cowboy’s dreams and look deeply, rice patties, desserts, jungles, aw shucks!

You can never go wrong if you always know the truth about everything, you would be alright

Innocent infant to imbecile or holy child who morphs into hu-man, woman or man of light

Alabama to Alaska, California to Maine around to Hawaii, the land of the free knows it clear

Straight up ahead, to the left and to the right, to the rear and up/down, Last Call for BEER!

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r j j stephan, i { *HEADER’s in honor of my brothers & sisters #WhoGaveItAll eyes down. }

c. April 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PHT

{ drafted while sane and listenin’ to the Grateful Dead #Truckin’ & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/R0U-5u1Ubvs }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StackedToTheCeiling #SmokedForSurvival #TimeToKill

TIME’S EVERYTHING, KILL SOME *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 11, 2019

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Poison ivy or venom of the snake gets underneath your organic skin, attacks the attache too

Everything one celled to a qualified supercilious scene in heaven, evil dead afraid to yell boo

The First Cause of effects which are inconsistent with reason, deductions and logic & hip hair

From the Categorical Imperative to the Forms and the Substance of things, hip to be square.

Toes up on the slab, it’s your body but it’s not you? How does that work anyway? You guess

Every one of the twenty four hours and change, every day and night, like a hotshot of whiskey

It burns for a second and in just a moment after it scalds your throat halfway down or less

Shot straight out of the disorder and chaos of my empty whiskey bottles, glass from A-bombs.

I can still laugh while I’m cryin’ for the return of the past History of you and me, stay longer

Even a little bit longer than when you’ve gotta go, stay with me forever, almighty then, Beer!

Out of the kegs or ponies, the spigot drips the nectar of the hops, seeded to get fire to smokey

To be blinded by the light comin’ out of nowhere, mother Earth’s ape empty time, #sillywilly.

Locked all the doors, turned off all the lights, smoked the sweet leaves’ pebbles of rock-stone

Closed eyes, closed hearts, closed caskets and urns, spread the muck and mire to the minions

Where and when, here, now, no better time like One’s present, another day for wings and fins

Consciousness afoot, a psycho-physical trip, evolved apes can’t dream, y’all are on your own.

I am not one of the evolved minds shrunk into the empty skulls of the Jolly Rogers & Renees

Plums picked at the exact right Time in the perfect place, they rot away in juiced, holy scenes

Winter to Summer and back, ad infinitum whether you’ve a stone blind skeptic’s 6’4” bones

Or burnin’ superman dust, black and blue, feelin’ the scalding annihilation of homey’s stones.

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r j j stephan, i { HEADER image is the One inside of some of the Many, buzz buzz! #Buzz }

c. Thursday, April 11, 2019 A.D.

{ drafted facing Southward from the horn of the Elk, in the tomato field of Don Julio & listenin’ to some Eric Church #RoundHereBuzz & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0_CksCHnooM }

*It’ll be 4:11 at some time but today, 4-11 today at 4:11 PM

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TooMuchWaterInTheWell #MuleIsKickinInTheBarn #OohMoeListen #GoodbyeNormaJean @EltonJohn

FOUR AND TWENTY BLACKBIRDS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 10, 2019

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Camp-town races raped the Ego’s of doo dah, doo dah, it’ll get you a cross look, as if, my God!

Boy or girl, man or woman, you will die eventually after years of refreshing solar Texas oil

It’s not my fault that it’s the way it is, I am just the messenger who sometimes is the tinfoil

Of the morons in cages, like lions and tigers, to keep the children separated from Evil blood.

That is the reverse of Live, this Evil is spelled as if it’s independent when it’s not, it’s alive

In the matrix to tweet on the boards and books of the Face, to my friends and foes beehive

Where the buzz of the hornets elevates to an unacceptable decibel and crushes all Hope

Baseless and empty Faith in the Love for your own and every other species of life’s Dope.

Your head on the Frédéric Chopin block with my own, just another pretty face right over here

Here’s a kiss on your forehead, far from your cheeks and lips to avoid misconstrued #Cons

Which you and I perform on a regular basis from first sun up to sun down, bowin’ to #Pros

When you can’t beg or pay for another moment in Space and Time, Nothing’s what I Fear.

Inevitable dream within a dream, pointed out by Poindexter and Penelope, pigs are the hams

From first enculturation of my DNA by nursery rhymes to my own invaluable wordsmithin’

I have been programmed in behavioral responses to environmental cues, I’m All expeditin’

In the #ends, it is pre-death illusion of the hopeful lovers comin’ in a Clash of Gods z-dams.

Reincarnate what? Memories of justice and irrationality? In another body down the road?

You must be insane and the origin of this universe is the beginning of this matrix of blood

Flowin’ inside our hearts even when the souls are disconnected and all alone, it’s a metaphor

Really, factoids’ #FakeNews will free your mind and some #Id will follow, dangerous armor.

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r j j stephan, i *header of this piece #BakedInAPie is of #MM @NormaJeaneMortenson }

c. April 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #EmptySets drillin’ for oil on the #Marconi Talk 650 KSTE Armstrong & Getty with #LogisticalSkills & listenin’ to the #Turtles #MeAndYouYouAndMe link @ https://youtu.be/aOvD-FV8bN4 }

F.I.NI.S.

WTF do YOU think you are? #AllDayMusic

SLIPPIN’ A DARK MATRIX @BigSur

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 9, 2019

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Go there yourself and you’ll find the end of this world, the one you’ve been in since birth

Completely open to the elements of sun, sea and this earth down here in an overland heart

Roots of the seeds blown from the Void where angels fear to go, a self loathings’ trauma fit

Centuries of days and nights since a #HarveyWallbangers effect, drove drunk, ended all of It.

That which it is, this proper or personal word, this noun that signals the virtue of a deity

Good that made the Bad and the Ugly is responsible for the effects, no free will there, see?

It is a predetermined fact of life, what is was always what would have been with or without

You and I and everyone else to have been born and killed on this plane’s terminal fallout.

Assuming you avoid murder and terminal disease of organs or mind, take a deep breath son

Let your daughters know, if your fortune allows you to be the xy zygote from neverneverland

That they are a link in the chain of infinity, broken or in tact, the chain remains the One’s fun

Think about it all before it’s all gone, it will be, it is on a diamond beach, fictional white sand.

Rolling on thin ice, diggin’ a jackknife into the stump of redwood trunk, life’s evil, nutty tree

Reaching deep into the ground of being at ends of the roots’ sprouted seeds, you gotta go see

Finished off the fifth on the sixth in the bottom of the ninth, if you know what I mean, hiccup

Mind over matter, it’s the edge, a Void’s disappearance means that God’s dead, now giddyup!

Water, gas, rocks animated by spontaneous combustion, gravitational collapse and so forth

Become all there ever was for you and I, our relatives before and after our existential worth

Extinct species of all plants and animals which were moved by the Earth’s fortunate wobble

Gas, liquid and rocks rollin’ down cliffs of Big Sur, #InAndOut suckin’ spunk out the bubble.

Outside of the ebb and flow of the tidal waves, above and below the laws of an infinite being

A cranky, empty clump of sticky buds without the bang, without the bite’s of sweet nothing

Come to the center and come to the outer edge of the twilight’s zone, either way, neither will

Searched and found my miraculous awareness, my finite end is an Unconscious’ fake-thrill.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, April 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted driftin’ & #SlippinIntoDarkness with WAR THE BAND & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y_fr_F1jWj0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ItAintMyFaultEither #DontLookAtMe @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #LogicAndReasonGone #StonedForSurvival #WeedWhiskeyAndWillie

JUST DANCE TO THE POLKA *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 8, 2019

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My mother’s and father’s house in the Portage Park, a #Polka where angels can’t exit the city

They are long gone, way gone, bodies dead and buried in the holy cemetery of marble signs

Who tripped over the welcome mat a hundred and two times, home on Berenice’s back alley

A place of beefs, dogs, fries and dead fish by metal smelting for iron horses, #MustangsSally.

Mama and papa of me and another5, OMG’S and OM's in a century of surprise package fates

Nothing ever recollected regarding the choice to be here and now to test DNA’s #Hottie dates

Merging the complex and simple yields nothing in particular, everything in general, the mass

It is what makes a foundation for the locomotion of the energy infused, all too human, I pass.

In a game of cards, dice or betting on the odds against your hunches, when you lose, it’s done

Nothing stolen on the line, to be a baseless guess, though educated, 99% certain-lust for one

A theory of everything perceived, conceived and adapted to the host to survive as a genome

To lie and cheat are the tools of the losers, there are many nevertheless, heroes’ triumphs.

Tough cookies are just fine because they turn soft in my double espresso cups’ sewer overflow

Thinkin’ that the water comes from the lakes and streams which come from mountain snow

Water’s the rain that fell to Earth, Ma’s easter-egg of DNA’s grandsons via @SonnyStephan

Without breath, heartbeat or emotion, It’s merely a chimera without meaning, It is #1&done.

You and I can’t care much longer than we realize in a moment, this dream’s a twilight zone

Is a microcosm of the entire universe’s conscious addiction to consummation of burned bone

Silver-Gold are leftover survivors in the #Struggle to survive my taste in wasted, burned H2

Worms eats bad food, be bad, predators will scavenge, get started tasting blood, OK lunatics?

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, April 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to @OsbornBros HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8JjDHqZpdCg?list=RD78BWyNSQ4m0 }

*Header is ‘moi and Mrs. Incognito’ on the porch at 5912 W. Berenice Av, Chicago, IL 60634 #SheLovesMe #Champions link for Queen @ https://youtu.be/wrlm8srgL3Y }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MonstersAreOverdue #TwilightZoneBest

I APPRECIATE THAT, NOW GO! *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 7, 2019

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We all have come to an understanding and an expectation of good behavior, hillbilly in theory

As if you were raised by the categories of rulers’ bishoprics sustained by rational chicanery

Nobody knew it, that’s just the way it is, the way it’s always been since air bit the dazed One

Drinkin’ in the air for tomorrow’s work, labor of loving mothers and fatherless children sons.

Here is the left over bone to pick, there’s a presentation of the issue and an immediate choice

Repair damage or completely destroy the unit’s union, we be kinda rockin’ hard to bone skins

Burned rope instead of makin’ square knots to keep the ship-shapely Rolls Royces from ruins

Blown trumpets and beaten tom-toms get the rhythm in sync with the blues of girls n’ boys.

Acculturated and clueless to the end games’ purpose for winning the games, sick to death

Of human beings’ moving about the seven continents, regurgitating the anti-matter breath

Five or six senses in play, uncoordinated into mass confusion and a recollection of dreams

Innocent nightmares and an adult’s day-mares remain, eastern eggs beaten, at-One creams.

Pole to pole and 360 degrees around the equator, 24,901.55 miles or 40,075.16 km, so long

It’s a long way around the squashed, burned out cluster of metallic, cosmic dust in any bong

A tube to light a bowl of crushed plant chlorophyll and inhale the burned fuel’s ashen flirts

Six feet under to avoid the consumption of organic remains, long sweaters and short skirts.

Luck or intention of the will, that and this over here are comin’ from the same place in space

Nowhere beginning there, going nowhere and actually getting nowhere fast, to save my face

Because I am proud of pretending that I know everything when I don’t, it’s all false fake news

The boy who cried wolf was sorry when the wolf came to bite and chew him, jeopardy clues.

Mercy has much to do with the whole shebang, it is the meaning of life as a human, acosmic

Absolute zero as the function of the calculus, motion as a variable equation’s solution is sick

Laying lower than the snails’ trails, going around the outside of the 40? Maybe, maybe not

Light speed unsupressed travels in straight lines until gravity bends the shape of I, the robot.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday Gabriela-ish April 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 08:08 PM PST

{ *drafted in silence and rewarded with some Jeffersonstarship #Jane & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/6dfih0hdLTw?list=RD6dfih0hdLTw }

*FB Header of this jam is an image of a zig-zag digitized cranium!

W.W.A.R.D.?

@KidRock - #AllSummerLong #WhiskeyOutTheBottle #JackDaniels

 y'all got nuthin'... 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HerdTheHerd #HeedTheCreed #JustFine #BuyYourOwnDrinks #CutOffTheLights #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

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MY HERD, STUD THE IMMORTALS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 7, 2019

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It seems to be one and done for the examination of the situation’s awareness, to be or not to

Influenced from random birth with COSMIC dust, cellular growth turns DNA into a cool gato

In the pink of the best health the genome could ever hope for, it is down the drain, pink sinks

Ready to get One being to be interested in God’s life-soul’s content, lonely heart’s own drinks.

It’s a thought not a fully fleshed out theory of being, it’s not your premise for your conclusion

It is a meter to measure the growth of your fear of Death, your end of breathing air, it’s a sin

If you never think another thought after the one you’re about to think, that’s fine with ol’ me

Get ready and get set to go from the innocent naivety of belief in a dead god’s hive, honeybee.

I danced by myself and so did you, before we knew the real thing, your conscious love of me

Amazed, heartsick, heartbroken, heavyhearted, ready for the #JackD presence, eyes so glassy

All alone and happy without the doubters, the haters, the relatives of my orphaned self, I see

Utter acceptance of the Truth where than can be no other, God is all in my dead head, Free!

I will what I am not what I’ve been told or read that I am, this isn’t an accidental coincidence

It’s just Thee’s ego, a personality you accepted as your personal scribe, outed-God nonsense

Desires for the way to feel comfort and pleasure, avoiding pain and suffering of a diseased Id

It’s a stance on the ground, wheels or feet moving to and fro, what ya gonna do with this kid?

Dance all by yourself when there’s nobody else left in the empty cave, dank and damp as it is

Darkness without the points of light to remind the spark within, that I am not the Void’s bliss

Come over here by me, put your head on my breast’s ribs, feel my holy bones’ disguise, punk?

Y’all copy my broken code of C.O.D., sister, daughter, mother, thanks, please? F-holy spunk!

It is all it is cracked up to be, a whiff of this gas here and now in the presence. now you have it

All of the things and people and places, all of the nouns predicated into this final purpose skit

Within the Being who experiences the Twilight Zone created out of the Nothingness, be ready

A new dawn will rear Egos with a Super-Egos and replace your Ids with kids, lock-down key.

Studding is more than a thirty second performance, it’s the only way to reproduce the fauna

Plants and animals of every species consume the basis of their being, unhooked my Hodgkin’

That’s all the boys learned how to do in high school’s twilight zone, comin’ & gone in the USA

There’s tons of tombstones’ left in Forever’s star dirt, yo’ eyes are now cut, it’s a pharynx sin!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, April 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Runaway June in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LDQy1zMq5Ec }

* Header’s The Stud of a herd leadin’ the young fillies downstream to new grazing ground!

W.W.A.R.D.?