#PawnShop #TakeItDownForCash #ricoSacto @ricoSacto #BreakinEven

DON’T REMIND ME, GET OVER IT!

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, June 22, 2019

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Keeps ships and boats afloat, essence’s despair, a sea of May’s daze, circular round rock made

Before the water, it was a rolling unequal, random cracked piece of the wasted gas on the fade

Atom by atom, breath we breath dissipates into an empty Void, atom’s eve, blood orange slice

Cut deeply down into the flesh, sliced the muscle and the bone, down to the train-soul place.

A second or a moment from the insider’s philosophy, the unknown is withdrawn back to hide

From the things themselves with a will to power, a destructive matrix mood, a superego pride

Felony or misdemeanor makes no difference, the Bad used to be the Good mating with Ugly

The whole world invisible yet indivisible when being One standing still, black hole sun, holy.

Brought the fun and games after the fact, lost rules from the start to the end of a sorry game

Chess, Parcheesi, Sorry, Cards, Dice, betting on chance odds against winning for fake fame

Announced names of the winners and losers happens right after your number overcomes up

Tornadoes to tidal waves, heat waves, surf waves of the liquid gas, solid gas and gas of One

That which everybody needs and wants by a fortune of birth in cultural relativity, well done

To the habitat survival when killers are everywhere, rats to wild cats in viral weather raids

Tornadoes to tidal waves, heat waves, surf waves of the liquid gas, solid gas and gas of a One

Rain climbs back to the edge of Space-Time-Gravity forces the fall from sublime-love, fades.

Rubbing sleep out the eyelids, seeing the clear light shinin’ in the darkness, nobody’s a comic

Memory to remember what nobody is allowed to forget, a reason you’re ma and pa blew DNA

Just because they thought each other was pretty and humane, ennui downshift into orgasmic

A Made-Woman, little queen of the hive inherited the honeycomb of the #AllTooHuman way.

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r j j stephan, I

c. June 22, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to Brothers Osborne #GreenerPatures & HITS gittin’ down on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QYUueLleDpQ }

FINIS

@JoanJett @ZZTop @MidnightOil

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POTUS’ MADEMAN @RUSHMORE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 20, 2019

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Begin at the end, where angels fear to go my friends, A MAN was born to reverse engineer US

New men and old women trying to be the olden ways they’ve been since their diaper day trust

Where the games get played and the citizens play on one another, a real man comes to stop it

Morons and idiots triumphed to the 535 members of our “Homeland Security” in error, F me!

Fortunate or just opportunist matters not one twit, not one tweet, not one post on a face tome

Washington said, if you wake up and you are #POTUS in the #WhiteHouse, you’re The Man

Every POTUS from the first one to the present one is the top dog of the military generals talk

MidnightOil619l burns brightly until it’s returned to the #312, prepare for home’s long walk.

We need wants and desires of the people to coincide with the founding fathers’ freedom force

Aliens are anyone who was not born and raised in the USA and the citizens of the world ARE!

They cannot depart their own country to come to the USA unless they are SENT by the CASH

Sealed borders, north, east, south and wild west will change the tragedy of the Trojan Horse.

When the food and the water turn into the refused and recycled human autoimmune wrecks

I will pretend that you are not an idiot or a moron as we all induce/deduce conclusive specs

Agreement is not required by the Earth’s wobble, revolution and orbit around a Holly Wood

Asleep in a terminal coma, divine and all too human, supreme bill of rights, we’re #AllGood.

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r j j stephan, i *When the generals talk, you better do what they say...” - The Midnight Oil

c. June 20, 2019 A.D. @ 4:20 AM CST

{ drafted for #Reelection while listenin’ to #MidnightOil on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mqP61lGsXOM }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#IFO's #FuFighters #WeAreThem #SpaceTimeWarp

#NEVERMORE : THIS HERE STUFF *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, June 19, 2019

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My pop, my progenitor, daddio, my papa, to me he was the Big Man, down to the core

Cousins, uncles and friends never got close to the essence of God, which to me is Pops

Looky here now, he started my life with mother’s conception, I am here in the out door

This is a sort of mental syncopation with the solar system, galaxy and universal #hore.

Bombing means winning my friend, let us get the terminology straight up, pour another

Jack Daniels always opens the mind to the Truth, it’s naked and well formed my brother

Don’t let the little or big sisters or their mothers persuade you into the vortex swirling

Straight down to the center of the #Singularity you’ll go, without intent or will, #Nothing.

Don’t drive when you’re drinking the kool-ade of your mothers, fathers, sisters, eh, anyways

They all know nothing more than the least of the bums on the corners, under toll & freeways

Do not play with me in this sand box if you’ve no pail or shovel, my hand can wave my glove

Begone Satan, bad guys of terrifying parents who punish with war and violence, peace-love.

Now then, back to the Void of outerspace outside of this planet’s surface, a world’s torso

Words to flesh out the argument will not only seal the wounds of the unknown but also

Provide hope for something more, not Nothing, nothing at all, OMG the look on your face

Total stasis without being moved at all, sitting and standing, being in One place in space.

In all fairness, nothing is fair in the middle of Space and Time, #RelativITy spec & gen-ers

It’s a unified theory of the nugatory which is all there is including your foodfat-full gutters

Where the sea and dirt of the seeds are transformed into the cosmic dust blown tiny bytes

Computer data, soil of the ground, dead stardust we are, it’s very fine, my divine insights.

Stop. I ain’t your mama, I ain’t your daddy, you are the orphan, the fool, the monkey meat

If you don’t wake up before your surprise death of your body and loss of your soul, it’s defeat

You and I and everything alive came here to survive the holocaust of the worlds’ end game

Annihilation into a Singularity, gods, angels, devils, good, bad & ugly, aw, ain’t it a shame?

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r j j stephan, i *WORD from A Singularity-In-Your-Mind, - Ravenpoe Photography

c. June 19, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST #Mercredi

{ drafted while jammin’ to The Facebook Church of Armstrong and Getty on the i-Heart station of mine, link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ #NationalAandGDay }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SPACE #TIME #ONE #DoNotGivePeaceAnyChances

BUSTED FLAT ON A TRIP TO HADES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 18, 2019

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Not really me, it’s more like you than I in a manner of speech, pig Latin and man Latino see

Two hundred pounds of flesh and bone, brain and mind moving in and out of my holy Time

There you have it, the conclusion you’ve come to based on assumed philosophical History

This here revelation means your written words in every language are words of dead Slime.

Nothing is left to say without subjects, predicates and objects of the ‘all too human’ qualities

Of the living quantities left over from a #BigBang or accidental atomic fission-fusion tease

Will to the power of exploding the universe into empty voidness’ silence, it’s we all want kids

Yours and mine and everyone else have the children who will learn to terminate the stupids.

Carved initials of random sounding vibrations of air, etched by my hand on coastal Redwood

Knife scratchin’ wood and blowin’ wind to clear the new blond scratch of cells, unweathered

How fortunate to be in many wrong places at the right times, lucky always right place & time

Find my body’s soul willing to become the moved, unmoved one, egg in a pouch’s fake rhyme.

Down and up are the only two places to go, there’s nowhere else, no other dimension of Time

This space on Earth is all there is anywhere, outside the atmosphere, there’s no, “my God!”

Nudging Catholics, Christians, Protestants, Calvinists, Buddhists, Atheists’ plethora history

Why you and your mama, papa, sisters, brothers, cousins, sons, daughters do it? A comedy!

Immortal pretenders to an invisible throne, wield the sword and fire the guns, a salute to me

Not really me, it’s more like you than I in a manner of speech, pig Latin and man Latino free

Safety in numbers only when you’re not at the outskirts of the mass of atomic gas, I’m kiddin’

Just sayin’ there may not be any afterliving in heaven or hell or limbo, we are The Mortal Sin.

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r j j stephan, i *DEDICATED TO MY Ma & Pa, @Tree & @Sonny Stephan memory of our #Faketrip { ...to Monterey, California BigSur Pacific Grove, California The Redwoods In Yosemite <3 span=""> }

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

{ Fools listen to RUSH, as I do, as loud as possible and write poetic justice as above, so below and It’s got nothin’ to do with my opine, HA! link @ https://youtu.be/VrBWZscNR18 }

FINIS

#RumorsAndPropaganda #FirstThingsFirst #ThisMeansPeaceNotWar

STAGE OF FOOLS, PO’ LI’L OL’ ME

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 18, 2019

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Full of something other than food I smelt and ate off of a porcelain dishes, a silver spoon fuss

Just a young pug born n’ raised in the city and traded off to the hillbillies down in Mississippi

Where mud and inbred blood flowed slower than molasses but never quit movin’ veins’ ruins

Pushed up the daisies until the bulldozers mixed up the dirt and bones back to the star’s dust.

Nobody gets out of here alive, you will either suffer or twang with momentary pleasures, here

Now or never is what the motto of the Haunting Egotists relayed to me the first 10 or 20 year

Then suddenly with little or no warning, catastrophe and disaster reared ugly from the slick

First mover put the thrust and momentum to shoot me straight into the egg, me, I’m zygotic.

Wherever in space this leads to whichever time ends the moon-shone sun, so serendipitous

That is where we’ll all be, in a singularity monument to the absolute Void of the Miraculous

We had it all at one singular point and then we lost it all into the separation of form’s matter

It ain’t my fault but I think it’s yours, that this man’s being is home of gods, f’kn mad hatters.

I will stay around a little longer to see if I can shed any light on the darkest subject of objects

No predication will solve the mystery but I do remember that the touch of the hot spot works

Awake from conception con-game until the dawn comes to drop the dime, don’t swear holy It

Now n’ then, recollect I told you so, that’s all, on with your day, you’ll live and die, #phuqette!

Second helping of the main course puts the planetary system in alignment with a balanced Id

A thing itself, all by itself and at one with the way of the warrior, the way of Tao, to be the Kid

Fat Jack and Big Bobby from the alley broke it down on the playground, a jug of bloody fun

Nothing personal, just keepin’ the power in check, rats, ants, boys and girls git the job done.

Conceive everything before you determine whether or not it all is a matter of divine insanity

I think, therefore I have some presuppositions, inductive as well as deductive brain trauma

Finally, skipping to the end of the thought to avoid the ennui of my inner ghost’s live vanity

Meaning this, Truth now, I’m all out of words, question everything, nobody fools yo’ mama!

Last day of sunsets, missin’ struggle and strive for survival, hold onto the bones’ my holy soul

My ghost and your spirit come from the sun, the One and many more than None, got it Jack?

Consequences to the cause and effect of the origin and the final destination, deep hole’s black

Way down to the bottom of the black powder keg, nothing but It, you have It now { } let’s roll!

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r j j stephan, i { HEADER IS MY MAMA in a Chicago Park District back in 1964 A.D. }

c. June 18th, 2019 A.D. Mardi, @ 12:12 PM PST

{ drafted as I blurred out in a relapse/hangover listenin’ to #WhiskeyGlasses Morganwallen on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cSN8WpFtdsI }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

The Wayfarer - @BruceSpringsteen #TheBoss

W.W.A.R.D.?

Brooks & Dunn - #HillbillyDeluxe

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GuidoRockinTheMaison #TRUMPapproved #DramaAllInYourMind #BattlefieldWithinYou

LET’S FOLLOW IT TO THE HOOK!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 17, 2019

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He has no idea where he’s going but it doesn’t matter at all, because you don’t care either

Just follow the leader as if you’re a moron runnin’ the dozens rap on a gang’s #Fakebust

On the way to the hook, to the death of being, a life of a fish is the food-fare for polar bear

Trapped in the claws or the teeth ready to masticate blood, necessary and sufficient dust.

You and I have no sense of reality in the slick swim of the sea, just gas-shoppin’ algae

Drop some eggs in the drink and make more food for the shark and Davey Jones’ sea

No rings, no promises to break, nothing at all to prevent the attainment of it, Nirvana

Blank screen, delete everything, before the light there was the thing itself, a Plethora.

Nobody alive can both see it and then make a come back to spill the beans on the #Droid

That what it is to be a living thing is just a construct of the atom, electrons, protons & me

A neutron without a charge, without anything to dream, to think or to be, just a big #Void

In a microscopic black hole full of a rich Singularity full of batmen and papergirls, agree?

Probably no persuasion with reason and logic for the ingrained, enculturated children of God

Also, the Tao and the Confucius and the Buddha Brahmans who sustain the atheists’ hood

The happening is the First Cause without any reason other than compression pressure alert

Swim in the ions and isotopes created out of Nothing but emptiness’ infinity, now, #Abort!

Here’s the hook you waited for, tailored to expectation and intent, a mock BBQ hotdog hound

I’ve some news for Maria and Natalie, Jojo, Alex, Deb and all DNA kin to US, it ain’t the city

Love in and out of you and me has nothing to do with the facts of life, search for a byte of pity

Big cave or tops of pine tree branches, atoms of bugs and snakes above and below the ground.

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r j j stephan, i #OhMama #OhMyPapa

c. June 17, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ DRAFTED in utero just after being naught but a zygotic unit of protoplasm’s immortality pass, my recollection of that state of being as if a novel #BlackHole was my father’s mother and mother’s father... link @ https://youtu.be/RrGWvyx6fz0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

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