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DEAD OMNIVORE & A HOLY HAOLE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 1, 2019

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Last #haole of my sister’s ghost, #Halt ye Jupiter, California, fly on a wall’s viking Rune

In the still of the night, you schmooze an innocent soul’s puzzled mind, punk of Neptune

Frozen stiff, your movement will slow and eventually cease to exist here and there, baboon

Chances are slim and none that Mt. Washington will squeeze gold out of the valley’s doom.

The wind may either blow the fire out or spread it’s consumption of oxygen until emptied

When only Hydrogen is left without the O2, aerobic, organic, civilized life transferred seed

From wavelength to frequency, all channels are open to the static recollection of royal Cool

Knowing without being able to prove anything is a true necessary condition of a #FakeFool.

Tidal waves of water on the stone, mud and critical thought of the animated cannibalistics

Leftovers eaten in Tupperware and on China regardless of the taste, it’s a need to bleed dicks

Not without the crying and gnashing of teeth once the Truth is understood, consume hunger

Fully satiated beyond the dreams of monks and men on the moon, I am alone, so very queer!

If you feel it getting hotter in the room you’re sitting in worry about Time in your Space

On the road to hell which is where you’re headed, your mind will be freed, Saturn’s ringin’

Ammonia will complicate the forms and their functions, the calculus’ ice cubes, Mars’ life

Air and water will eat up the boys and girls not aborted by the double x helix, cut my knife.

Martians’ collusion with the Earth’s germs...with all of the boys’ dads around this country

Music of the younger cannibals and herbivores from the black holes and red dots’ blue sea

Mocking me now, pretending that I am more than I am which is nothing nor less God fear

Incumbent upon me to fly in the sky, so high that I disappear into thin air, loaded for bear.

Genes moving through the blood like hammerhead sharks in the cool, a sea of swirl, aw heck

I’ll always side with the best of the best just in case they’re right about everything, it’s too late

What you know for certain is that there is nothing that’s certain, it’s a huge uncertainty check

Bigger than your hands and feet, your member of the human race will shrink n’ disintegrate.

You will never know before it’s too late, why you’re gonna die and when, factoid of the fun

Here and now, then and there, when and where, the tiny tidbits’ necessary conditions, son

You’ve got little or nothing to say about it, input and output is beyond human control hooks

Books of kings, queens and holy bishops of Man, full of octopus ink, knights, pawns & rooks.

In the ivory or crystal castle or underground in the tunnels and caves of filthy, rocky, red dirt

All in the same bag, all in one, everything known and unknown in One, empty shebang’s skirt

Lost and found right where I’ve always been, everywhere in the middle of nowhere, I’m there

Joseph Love won’t hurt, Bob Marley can’t see it, you’re down and out, I drag-dread my hair.

Frequencies of wavelength, consuming all there is in the sound and light from hot, fast cars

Our sun’s only one, millions of sons aflame, all dying to live, blowing up acacic record’s stars

Thrown over your back and onto your face’s 208 bones, covered with cow leather and a chain

Out of the control of yourself, you die all alone, lights go out, doom is all you get for the pain.

Tower of babbling baboons looking at one another in wonder of what to do with Time’s gift

To be or not to be, to live and reproduce more of the same kind of encounters with Riff Raff

Scum buckets full of the amino acid and soul food, hog guts and hot sauce for a summer party

I jumped in Spirit lake, I cramped up, you saved me, now put ‘em up and drop the weaponry.

Whether you had one or not before today, here are the good words from woods of a sin city

Picked until the cows came home, grinned until my jaws and lips felt like they’d silly putty

Pressed on the thing itself, a copy made mark for mark, a line and a dot for dots of my best

Shaped by graves, pulled in every direction, up and down, stopped, halted, at ease, at rest.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 1, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ #Howlee Dustin_lynch #GoodGirl @ https://youtu.be/cPLctS4kqk8 & Morganwallen #UpDown@ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }

FINIS

#AwayWithTheFairies

 #Shamen

W.W.A.R.D.?

The Beach Boys - Greatest Hits (FULL ALBUM - BEST OF SURF ROCK)

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#LowerYourGameteCount @ricoSacto #ricoSacto @ArmstrongAndGetty @JoeBiden

HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA’A

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Friday, May 31, 2019

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Nothin’s personal here, there’s no need to get your petticoats up in a bunch, gone fishin’ Ma

An amazing feeling of passion for finding what’s been lost, it’s fortune’s west coast bum spa

Grown men and women publicly pretending to be Mid-evil munchers, a homeless, fake cabal

Features are clothing the poor, naked, abused, damaged children, hapless idiots in downfall.

Alive outside, camp out in the open, under the blue skies of the day, twinklin’ black of night

Knee jerkin’ my arse off with the rest of the humane herd, as one toward the lemming cliffs

All for One and One for All is a mere motto of three french musketeers crashed in old Rome

Bloody tweets from the minions with star trek quality communications, prison cells of home.

If you fall down the hills like Jack and Jill while fetchin’ pails of H2O, you’ll all die my bloods

Nobody can live on the mud alone, the oxygen and hydrogen, elixir of the twilight zone gods

Exist they do, chumps above and below this planetary matrix of mud n’ blood way over here

Invisible and disguised as authorities when necessary conditions, cause EVIL to just appear.

I have you right where you want to be, there is no way to disapprove of my Natural selections

Random, recombinant DNA is a First Cause of dreaming supernova sun’s of crazy 7th sons

Numbers of positive and negative signals, east and west of the void, the zero bull’s eye Hole

Inside of the emptiness of a microdot’s center, deeply infused oil ignited, I whistle, you blow!

Corporate greed’s the nature of my plastic soul, oil from the buried dinosaur fluids, girl calls

Abandoned orphans and loved ones of the elders, all in the same buckets and baskets of balls

Consciences of Earth’s land and sea of abandoned matter and millions of miles away, HOME

Lovers of Ustream, Shakespearean death, no fishing signs to be or not, old Caesar’s in Rome.

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 31st, 2019 A.D. @ 8:08 AM PST

{ drafted on #Facebook while droppin’ #Fbombs on bums & listenin’ to #Jacque & #Gieaux at The Facebook Church of Armstrong and Getty on Talk 650 KSTE & breakin’ bread with Jane Fonda fan group Armstrong & Getty #RAWKon }

FINIS

#RockyKilledStoney @ArmstrongAndGettyPoliScience

ON LASERDRONE, ABOVE n’ BELOW

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 30, 2019

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You have what it takes to make the machine work in tune with all solar systems’ #fakeDrones

Not just this solar system that Earth rotates around within but also, Alpha Beta Zappa clones

For the love of Adam and Eve and the UFO aliens from other dimensional space-time’s up

Comprehending the full extent of the infinity you’ll never be able to imagine, will you #STFU.

Cavemen and evermore clearly ignored logic and reason caused this evolutionary struggle

Survive? But why? Is this a dream? Is this something like a kangaroo court’s horn bugle

Frozen stiff in the flames of the hottest fire sent from the Sun, the Star’s burnin’ atom-mix

Reasons and causes for everything except for the most important conundrum’s dynamics.

Before you die you cannot become enlightened with the grace of a creator’s imaginary blues

A last breath will come soon enough, there’s no need to shroud the Truth in the #FakeNews

Comin’ up from stellar filth, ashes of a million bones in a mountain array, a zenish, holy bowl

Where nobody’s soul or spirit goes without a clue, that this is it, all there is, #FireInTheHole.

What happens when you find yourself alive and trained by morons, idiots, priests and nuns?

I found out and it’s for me to know, indeed, for you to find out, trust me, targets ain’t easy

In the end you and I will become the dissolved salt in empty space, fodder of human lives

Recollected for the sake of the mob mentality, string ‘em, stone ‘em, fry ‘em all, high fives!

Not from another planet, just this future time of this One and your present is my longass past

What y’all have done is run out of ideas, y’all contaminated the genome’s DNA, nothing’ll last

Peking to D.C. won’t get you anywhere special other than to the end of the infinite’s war game

Win, lose or draw nothing but net, Io-dazzler of holy drones, #ChinaBlanc opium’s to blame?

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 30th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ blasted out of my face’s skull content while listenin’ to Armstrong & Getty Radio Show on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 PST this AM, done by #NineOneOne & done! }

F.I.N.I.S.

#BooYaah #GiveItUp #TheWorldIsAGhetto @WARTheBand @ACDC

SKIN AIN’T IN THE CRACK, ROCKO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 29, 2019

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I did and you did what we had to do to get along, to get up the hill to #NorAm 5 Great Lakes

It was never there in the Void but we thought it was, it was the target, the goal of holy #fakes

To be or not to be as some disguised philosopher’s diatribe would posit for deaf human ears

To hear, heed or ignore the signals from the Void, I taste nothing but burned out near beer.

Moo-vies of light and darkness, forms, figures full of atomic nonsense, pain or envy sufferin’

Not just because it’s something to do, it is the ONLY thing to do, move, move, rippin’ burnin’

One thing led to another as I put one foot in front of another, tidal wave crash into a wharf

Empty Space in momentous counter-Revolution, self-less black hole of a clear white dwarf.

Penance pending my breath pushin’ air from the ether into my heart and soul, my tiny mind

The bytes that remain in my power to retrieve will end the close encounter of the third kind

When the identified are forgotten, they become the unidentified, hence UFO, Goliath’s rocks

All it ever will be is what it is right here and now, present after the past, before future shocks.

Push and pull, around in circles, elliptical wobbles ad infinitum in a creation of reason’s head

Brainless, mindless, formless thing in itself, the actual substance of the stuff we call existence

You won’t know what I know and vice versa, because nobody knows holy God’s face is nailed

Up on the wood with pig iron nails, hammerin’ Cris-crosses to hang until ropes noosed trees.

That boulder turned into this rock will roll up or down the hill, it’s the power of a man move

A push, a nudge in the direction of momentum drag, from first to last, holy spirit’s removed

Lost in the empty space of the cosmos, pretending to be happy and wise, sad and so ignorant

Once upon a time, there was an alpha male and then mortality claimed it’s omega on a rant.

Peaks and valleys around the waterless Earth dirt and rollin’ rocks, it’s a holy, spinnin’ spud

Imagine Earth without water looked at from Space, like an irregular artform, an Elmer Fudd

It’s not round or elliptically squashed due to centrifugal, gravitational and momentum’s force

Sal Dali would either agree or disagree but it wouldn’t matter much, we rob the crack whores.

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ blown out of the solar system while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND Ciscokidd #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WJMAzHaPaOU }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#OnlyYouCanPreventForestFires @SmokeyTheBearAndYourMama #OpiodPanaceaBlackHole #SevenDragons #GlassCeilingBroken

PEGASUS’ OPIOID FLIGHT, #18thT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 28, 2019

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You better watch what you say and do and that’s not a threat, it’s an order of finite categories

Threat to every solar system, our white dwarf included, gravitational collapsed holy HeZeus

In a New York minute, the whole shebang departs conscious awareness and squirts jiz blows

Accommodation, assimilation of nonsensical mores, immersed in a civilized frame-freeze, us.

Impetuous at the worst and innocent alien from the past or future at the best, gods play harps

They’ll be pickin’ and grinnin’ all night long until the cows come home on the hog farm warps

Fields of hot pie fertilizin’ the same grass to feed the bulls’ scat, unpasteurized mega-spores

Filling the Space up between the empty Void matrix of the plethora of blown-out, bar whores.

Take no offense, it’s just a matter of time before y’all find out the Truth, life-deathtrap insane

You get my drift and you want to report me to the authorities, the pope, the bishop, the kings

So that the Word won’t get out that the co-mingling of seeds and eggs create #ThePeoplings

Homo Sapien enculturated by naive n’ ultimately ignorant dolts, yet wise as Plato’s dames.

Follow what he said because the pearls droppin’ from the two lips are the elixir of #Minions

We’all learn to rock N’ roll in high school along the ecliptic of #TigerWoodish #AtomicSins

Amazingly perfect treasure of the lead and gold, left from the Big Bang’s blown smithereens

Muse’s sound and doors slammin’ shut on my athlete foot, very near the end of boppin’ teens.

Winged horse flyin’ with the bass and treble of the melody and lyrical scat of their ivory tower

Playin’ it over and over again, ad infinitum just tryin’ to succeed, survivin’ in a dead lion’s lair

Flew as high as the eagle but died just like the wasted viral, bacterial germs of a bl-purple sky

Lemon drops sucked hard up on the chimney tops, it all comes down to this Why high, why?

Done the best that you could have considering you spent years floundering, sitting around It

On the ground, here and now, waiting for the next day to turn to the next one, an epileptic fit

Nothing and nobody will be saved by the implosion of the Void, a gravitational collapse of me

All that matters o’er here n’ now is that I #LiveAndLetLive on the way to the #EighteenthTee!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ configured while listenin’ to the Beachboys #CaliforniaGirls POTUS # 45 - Donald J. Trump #409 & HITS on youTube link  https://youtu.be/cdNRiZ0kwR8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#UtterNonsense #Legacy #Eagles @TheEagles @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #TrivialInASuit #AlwaysBeenADreamerToo

OLD SPICE, HOLES & DEADBEATS (on being wasted over-Time)

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 27, 2019

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Why would you think you’ve free speech in a free country? Idiots can’t get any younger, Boo!

Desperado from Hades, you’re not brave enough to please the gods’ .357, you can’t beat death

When it’s your time to go, it’s a moment only you can spend in formal intercourse, it’s all you

Who are you to gather data and report the findings? Oh, a reporter, a tattletale, hide, stealth.

Suddenly, you’re not free anymore, you’re being burned or bled out and formaldehyded, fool

You thought because you were a thinking being that you had value? No, worthless dead-pool.

Pondering the nature of being God or subhuman viral and bacterial life, all in gods’ holy hole

Come up and come down with the same thing, nothing I know of, for goodness sake, let’s roll.

Never say that she loves you yeah, yeah, yeah, with a love like that, nothing else ever matters

But it’ll lead to your own untimely demise, if and only if you’re a moron and marry one too

Get out of the taxi & get shot to death goin’ into your hotel, they had no security for alien airs

,,,down under the ground, we’ll be down here waitin’ for your bones and souls of sky blue.

This here and that right there is all there is, notions of pie in the sky were mom’s road apples

Not her fault and it ain’t my fault for tryin’ to make lime-lemonade out of lemons and limes

It’s all we had other than beets n’ rutabagas for the fake meat pies on sale, I can’t tell you why

My mother’s boyfriend wasn’t my father, I killed him in my mind before his body did crimes.

He robbed the banks, he didn’t lift a finger above his keyboard’s symbolic mentality, #fakED

King of the entire Earth but not the solar system or galaxy or the plethora of Space and Time

Unending, everlasting, infinite for the One and a finite climax for the rest of the minion slime

That is if the shoe fits you are forced to wear it, frostbite and open sores will kill the life, dead.

First substance in the primordial order of the matter and form is the plethora, the gas smoke

Here and now ready for the salute to the sun, the BBQ of the flesh and bone, consumin’ yoke

It’s in my DNA/RNA and that’s all, divinity’s a mere immersion memory, a #fake it humanity

Drive off into the sunset desperado, be around dead men from yesterday, cowboys’ll be free!

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r j j stephan, i { #MisterMagooed Joe Walsh freakin’ out #NewKidsInTown #POTUSWalsh }

c. May 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted on #MemorialDay2019 for the minions (1) jammin' to Eagles #LegacyCD fly up & down Justice's scales on youTube @ #NewKidInTown & BBQ hotlink @ https://youtu.be/MebToM-tG0o 

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 W.W.A.R.D. ?

Brooks And Dunn - Way Gone helpin' the inspirational smoke rise to the top with the rest of the cream! Hut Hut...

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AintNoWordsToThisReasonOrRhyme #JustDanceAndHumAlong

UP, DOWN, STRATEGIC STAR 2 1/2 *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 26, 2019

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For the sake of moments in Time ‘cause you never know, next breathalyzer might be the last

Not because you desire it to be that way, it’s out of our control, call it #Fate or a divinity cast

Gods aplenty in ancient and modern civilizations of humanity, Australopithecus DNA strings

Left without anything to hang on to, no glue, faux Velcro, no elector-magnetic AC/DC stings.

I fall asleep then wake up and move about the streets, heads-up, hands-down, a body of bees

Here, Now, a place in Space and Time, random recombination of first cause’s gravity feasts

Desire and responsibility have nothing at all to do with it, it being the nature of fake realities

Not yours or your friends and relatives, even if they know everything, professors and priests.

Microscopically in the macrocosm, I found the essence of the natural flow of plasma, it’s me

Believe me or not, the reason why you and all of the rest exists is because I will it to be, to be

I said that a million times and every time I’ve heard that I’m wrong about that and all I said

Leaving the dream for the Truth, for the challenge to pain and suffering, die if you ain’t dead.

Look behind Oz’s curtain please? See that the magic is an illusion behind the hidden wings

Dreamin’ events that will appear out of the blue, like in a way, on wasted white doves’ bums

Sweet or sour, they all melt into liquid dust eventually, free to pretend, solid gas, we’re atoms

Flowing blood, in the rivers and streams of seven continents, powers revolt as freedom rings!

Find more than one way out though there was only one way in, you willed it to be me and you

Payment for the deal is the inability to recollect that we’re here and now but not accidentally

Purpose for parents makin’ love is to force energy into matter, analyzed conceptions of blues

Injecting venom into the Forms of gods’ likenesses means nothing, Earth spins, Life’s a ruse!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 26, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ sepsis bled out the #Vibes while jammin’ with the 'RARE-EARTH' #Ma & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xsnpaHf5IIs }

*Header photo is my Origin! @TheresaMaryAlfanoStephan RIP #MamaMia <3 span=""> your baby!

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NobodyIsAnnointed #RoadTripRules

LOVE WILL KNOW, INFINITELY ‘57

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 26, 2019

---------------also #DISJOINTED---------------

 

Heaven above this ground of being, surface of Earth, dirt, rock, river, hot, volcanic lava spigot

Peace and War are the names for the thing itself, this world of divine scat from cow pie fads

Not just because I want it to be that way, I don’t, it is because it IS, that is all, it’s what ya git

What does it all stand for? What is this movement of the First Cause to this a man’s gonads.

Professors’ barkin’ the categorical imperatives of the first degree and the latest papal decree

On the road to ecstatic embrace with the origin that came before your conception, a honeybee

Cream of the crop drippin’ from the blown out balloons that used to be full of free toll-ways

Oxygen and Hydrogen that freed the rocks to roll down to the foothills of the dried up bays.

Premium and Ethylene puttin’ out the high octane, liquid rocks, dinosaur ooze-oil greasin’

Burnin’ it up and makin’ it all go up in smoke, out to the upper atmosphere to reignite a fire

But why can’t we just keep on dreamin’ right on through the sleepy, #LemonDroppyDreamin’

Over a multi-colored rainbow from infrared to ultraviolet smiles of angels to my blown tire.

Watch the smoke rise from the tip of the fire’s burn, white hot and closer to the sun than we

Touchin’ it melts my skin and bones into an effulgent ooze, lovin’ Earth from core to the sea

Imaginary hope, a mighty creator of evolution, #FakeNews case of Isis Oasis Sanctuary, ‘I Is’

I am overcome, I came from my father’s DNA, my mother’s hosted nest, a momentary sepsis.

Finally, after the final heartbeat and breath of you and I, that’ll be a straw-broke camel-back

Sunny days’ and a hodge-podge menudo of Time and Space, whirling in dervish shark attack

Among the tears in the sea and before you get over here to me, you’ll feel the separation, dad

Lust for holy Gold in your soul’s all good, immortal ground of being, It is never done, be glad!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 26, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Counter-developed during a microscopic macrocosm crash, you’ll never know what I mean! You’re welcome & listenin’ to Jackson_Browne #Pretender link @ https://youtu.be/IgZsfm_9KHk and my own ‘Machine’ #RicoFavoriteHits iHeart RADIO internet link @ https://www.iheart.com/favorites/my-693414583/ }

FINIS

Runaway June Plays 'Buy My Own Drinks' & More in the Bull Music Lounge!

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@MartinaMcBride - Wild Angels

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