#PLETHORAofCRACKHOLES #FREEDOM #LIBERTY #ONENESS #Twoness

PAREIDOLIA FORMS APOPHENIA*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, July 13, 2019

-------omega-------

Random, unrelated, donors of gametes arrive, scrambled eggs and ice cream, lover of One

From a nearly invisible piece of genetic matter, full acid #DNA, I think we’re all here n’ now

For a short spell, maybe a hundred year trap for the spirit’s flesh and inherited cross-bone

I will be sentenced to the termination of the skin and bones, released chit to form Ozone.

Becoming the thing itself that is present, coming from the past twilight zone, fake future

Dogs with bones yet civilized and law abiding, eating only old deadheads & ponytail hair

For the hate of the devil which is merely lived spelled backward, evil is live, reversal fans

It’s a tragic comedy, a quagmire of contradictory recollections of psycho-social humans.

Beginning to become unfocused. naked and forgetting this life is a forsaken fruit of wombs

Not mine or yours but the womb of the divine, holy Void of a Black Hole, pyramidal tombs

Digging for the dead and buried happens when you’ve forgotten to keep the diamond rings

Mining dead wings for cache won’t hurt the red woodpeckers ruled by the queens of vikings.

Kicks keep getting harder to find when you’ve been kicked out of this super-hot night club

Don’t drink or smoke but fight every time someone pushes my red hot buttons to rumble

Black belted x degree beyond the ninth inning, third periodic or fourth quartered tumble

Wigs on, makeup has disguised “The Cruise” that we’re goin’ on to paradise’s ocean hub.

I love it when we cruise together, you’re goin’ my way from here to anywhere at all, #OMGs

From Tierra del Fuego down at the south end, north of the South Pole’s hidden deep freezes

Flying or swimming where running, walking legs don’t make a bit of difference, I do atrophy

Extinction’s bliss, Space-Time roll of a die, angel with snake eyes’ die, a Sonny & Jesus tease.

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r j j stephan, i *Get a Thesaurus FOR your edification! Header is how YOU cam in #Kicks!

c. July 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Marshall Tucker Band - Brasil #PrettyLittleLoveSong & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SiLUTWcLCgU }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AlwaysBeMyFavoriteLittleBoy #OhMommy #KeepurBeechInline #DoNotEatMyButton

#TwoDieFor
PYRRHIC DUST-DEVILS & FUNCHIT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, July 12, 2019

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Stairs go up and down for us all who’ve become extinct due to the winning of the lover games

We all ate ourselves back to the origin of the planet, a supernova’s filthy ash and dust flames

Blazing light of the nuclear chain reaction you say, is starlight the verve of all matter and chit

Blind faith that Up stairs end either higher than I want to go, lower than a bottomless armpit.

Mercury, Venus and all of US here on Earth become the squirrel chit that becomes historical

Data becomes the squirrel chit from the ground nut eaters, climbers and chasers to recycle

The trolls and the mainstream media moving from perty purple-haired shades or bald punks

Filling up the empty tanks of bias with fantasies of the fantastic phantasms of holy, hot funks.

Smoked the fillers from the flocks dropped leaves of silver, gold and fur from the perty hares

Celebration of the Spring of the Earth’s tilted twirl, spinning and wobbling in elliptical pairs

Never alone, always with another lump of distant infinite mass in effigy because it’s all dead

Living and being alive is a dream or illusion of the Way, the narrow path you’re on to dread.

My fault, your fault, mom’s or dad’s fault that the love they made is the Life they gave the Id

Now, the beans are spilled and you’ve got a memory you recall that’s extinct, species’ divinity

Holy grit and grime to fill up the Void until Nothing is clear, Everything crushes the LSD sky

Get ready ‘cause like it or not, it’s coming and you’re going, mama told me not to come, I did.

Chat with squirrels and don’t say chit or chat about the rooms between the woodwork, I see

Now you have come to believe that you are like a meaningless piece of rock rolling to be free

Drained of water, we lick the drain where it all goes down to the grim bottom feeders’ room

Lions, sharks and one mosquito will all kill you and I if you let them, be very afraid of doom.

Apes on horses, we were, evolved into the men in swirling SUVs, jets, trains and hydroplanes

Now only the naked ones are out of the zoos and cages of the herbivore and carnivore chains

Fortune and the power of dust/rocks being flung at a sucking, erotic Void, annihilate my Ball

Beneath notions none of us can see, chit’s in baskets, alien black holes, holy balls in One call.

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r j j stephan, i

*header is my alter-ego #StewieFamilyGuy at the foot of the stairway to heaven! }

c. Friday, July 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to "Stewie Family Guy" jam @ https://youtu.be/EZ7eIKbmjwk & then a fantastic historical lesson @ https://youtu.be/TTzGBJhD-_g link to: “How Would We Know? - If Alien Life Exists on Exoplanets - The Universe and Space Exploration”  Sun/Fire }

#FINIS

#OnASlowRollHome #ForeverPromised #LetItBleedOut

#TakesTwoToTango

ROLL DOWN A NOTCH, SLOWROLL*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 11, 2019

ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

There once lived a woman who took it all down a notch, slowed her roll and got this nothin’

Nothing to guess at this thing in front of our faces, our hearts and souls know #Hole e-Truth

Becomin’ One after being the Many from the first gasp of gas from an upset stomach, smokin’

Whatever you call it, an atheist or deist, same old same nothing itself, O #FakeNews forsooth.

Come along to this cyberstore without any stress, you don’t need a dime, the cappuccino Sin

Like salt water, the fresh water, frozen snow to the bottom of the Mariana Trench. #300 bowl

I did what I had to do, my father in heaven be my judge or not, my father may be deep down

Grounded where I left It, in the box, in the hole, below a granite rock, OMG “Holy, Slow Roll!

So, sundown comes, light of the day, spun around and goin’ up in smoke before you know it

Before the inevitable day on the court of the rock and roll, you play the game, break the rules

Check this and check that before you cross the street, the cars want to move over fish schools

Rubber and plastic, a little bit of steel movin’ forty miles every hour, a million miles a minute.

Pretend you just found out that there’s nothing after this rat race of people animated by God

Or the Buddah’s sleepin’ dream of the Many from the Oneness, downshift to Jesus’ holy grail

Not only was the twelve years and a day completed in a NY minute, but also I’m Chicago blue

Red and White left where mama & daddy couldn’t calm my punk arse down, I rocked, I flew.

Deep breath goes up in smoke because it went through my lungs and filled my blood with joy

From the top of the highest mountain dome where the lava blew out from the core’s #HotRoll

Time and Friction brought about the thing itself and the things that happen in Time’s employ

Rat race in the heavens y’all, I ain’t dyin’ in It right now, bitter downshift, I #SlowedMyRoll!

Deeply breathing in and out, gas is good, gas is good, keeps me and my truck runnin’ it down

Downshiftin’ uphill to go slower with the heavy weight of gravity, stayin’ above graves’ Papa

Way down for all of the skeleton bones, seein’ the xrays and cosmic waves aboves and belows

Inside and outside, consummation of Henrietta’s stress is outside A space-mind of yo’ Mama!

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 11, 2019 A.D. Thursday @ 9:11 AM PST { HEADER is @HenriettaLeavitt #MotherOfLeavitt's “...discovery of a way to accurately measure distances on an inter-galactic scale, paved the way for modern astronomy's understanding of the structure & scale of the universe.” -Wikipedia link @https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henrietta_Swan_Leavitt }

{ drafted #TookItDownANotch while jammin’ to Brothers Osborne jammin’ acoustically #SlowYourRoll on youTube in a LOOP, link @ https://youtu.be/hfLnmPAeroA }

#BitterSweetBuzz

#InLoveWithTequillaAgain - #ButWhy?

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WarpedSpace #TheoreticalMetaphysics & #TheIIdiot professor of morons, #Space + #Time AKA - a cosmic-atomic eliptical orbit of GRAVITATIONAL COLLAPSE & spontaneous combustion {#BigBang} gave rise to LIFE ON EARTH 93 million miles away from #TheShadow #TheVoid #KepplerTelescope

ARE WE DEAD AND GONE?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 10, 2019

------------------EXOPLANETs @MINERVA----------------

There is only One regret when it all comes right down to it, that you can’t stay alive forever

Naturally beasts are mortal and die of hunger, poison or old age, they dig graves for bones

Buried so deep that nothing but a bulldozer could bring it back to the surface of burnt ash

Lucky to get a bit of the sky’s air in my lungs for a feeling like happiness, it’s alright, Flash.

No sooner do you begin to enjoy the ride than a man and a woman bring the thunder down

Makin’ out, makin’ love, makin’ bambinos for the bees and birds who like that kind of thing

Procreational random DNA expression from the cornucopia of faces’ whole bodies and soul

Here’s the condition you must begin within, a kind of quicksand to sink you and me in a hole.

Imagine this scenario, if you will, you are dying and can’t think of happiness any longer, bam

Now, you’re force to achieve stasis while in orbit around the blazing star, the sun of the Man

Turned out to be a crime mob busted after being contracted from a macroscopic royal scam

Whomever has gold or silver in their pocket, go bury it under an oak tree man, in a tin pan.

Before anyone knows it, life on Earth will return to the flow of the gravitational collapsing

All of the blind faith and baseless hopes and dreams turn into the static, sacrificial offering

Symbiosis with the matter and energy both inside and outside of the skeleton’s essence, Om

All there is, all there ever was is what will be, US, here and now, uncertainty, being in Rome...

#Theresa games to play to pass the twirl and wobble of the dirty ball of confusion, sweet Ma

I thank you wherever your beautiful spirit wandered in the plethora, oh mama, Time’s sweet

No junk in my veins or in my brains other than the logic and reason left by Platonic dialogue

With nobody but my shadow and your shadows left as your body entered/exited my #Meat.

Do not doubt me unless you’re prepared to be persuaded that your worst nightmare’s scum

Is the justice about eight miles high in the ozone layer of the planetary transit about Wisdom

It means that what will be will be but what comes around goes around, you reap what’s hehl

Don’t shoot the messenger because I’ve got more bad news, you have a need to know, do tell.

Inhaling one of my last hundred million breaths, I’ll not waste it on infidels’ heavenly omens

Just ‘cause I believe that I am livin’ on borrowed time without an expiration date to saddens

Nobody wants to go but not even One gets out alive in a body, rise to life in Spirit, sunny sent

If you believe or know what’s true, enjoy every moment, remainder, divisor and the quotient.

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r j j stephan, i

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

{ blasted out at the speed of light, stars’ AKA ExoPlanetas revolution drafted while being simply amazed in the #3shadowOfMars & into the #Space between stars youTube link @ 19KM/second link @ https://youtu.be/dXrvnToQadM }

#Father #Son #HolyGhost #Trinity

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WeAllHaveADanmGoodTime #AintGonnaWasteOneMinute @ChrisJanson #SmokeEmIfYaGotEm

<3 span="">A BILLION BLIND MICE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 9, 2019

*********#SaddleUpForTheRodeo*********

In the name of the apex of Pyramid of Cheops (Khufu), something has arrested the attention

Of the One and the Many, something was known and then the species lost a key to creation

It is not the Love or the Hate or the Indifference, we’re the remnants of a star in the pantheon

Gods of humans are one and the same, starstuff of cosmic debris in a billion deadheads’ kin.

Rubbing the sticks together for the friction of the fire isn’t working any longer, head of a Void

Punks and heroes die together in a plethora of plasma, dead in the hub of absolutely nowhere

Spokes of the round wheel connect the core to the outlaws and bandits of law and order’s fix

To the killing apes, mankind who kills all animals on Earth including its own DNA appendix.

Eating and drinking The Way of the warrior-hobos who walk the planet both lost and found

Without a thin dime and dirty begging fingers reachin’ for the handouts from anybody’s labor

But not the consuming freeloader who wants what you have but doesn’t want to keep sound

Flying around fecal matter of the moving things, the lives’ things, hunks of astral funk-odor.

Earth smells in Space, all of the aliens know that noses are the only way to smell big trouble

Whether it’s right in front of the face punchin’ you right in the nose, #SuzyQ but I love you

I always will no matter what, until the sky falls into the sea, I’ll be true so say you’ll be too

If you wander off of my reserved spot for you, that’s fine, I’ll be here in God’s dam, bubble.

Frozen and too far from a star, nothing DNA can bake and mutate, I animate grapevine flocks

Here and Now we are in this Present being shoved from the Past into the inevitable #Brexit

No shock to be all alone with no allies in a hostile environment which wants to suppress It

To be the It that is alien to the Fold, tribe or holy country. to be or not be inhumane phux.

In and out of the ears, in One and out the Other, about to lose my mind over goddess’ folly

Imagination is more important for comprehension of the abstract nature of consciousness

More important than life itself, no other animal on Earth has it except the human, it’s holy

See what you got, a microscopic microdot of code, we’re all upset over Nothing, it’s a guess.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July, 9th, 2019 @ 2100 hours PST Mardi Soir

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Darius Rucker & Zac Brown Band & Runaway June #JohnWayne #WildWest on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WFEXyz_aziI & https://youtu.be/b6c9Udooy4I & https://youtu.be/NBbfHMj0ITE }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoNotDoubtYourSelf #YouAreAlwaysRight #YouGotItRightTheFirstTime #BlackEyedPeas

 -------ssss#FERGIEssss-------

DEEP LOVER OF NOTES’ PLAYERS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 8, 2019

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Life brings weird SOUNDS to the First Cause of your own conception and birth, oh man!

That’s all you can say in the end when all of the games are played all empty heaven sent

Truth and its diametric opposite are One and the same thing, dual point of view of a fan

Who and where you are, needle in the groove, present, past & future IS US, we represent.

All in for the long haul whether trouble finds me with you or not so, be prepared cub scout

When you turn into a bear after the long adolescent hibernation, you will be challenged out

From your most cherished blind faith beliefs in the Things Themselves to the enigma of Id

What the substance of the atoms of matter becomes is an unnamed anomaly, it’s The Kid.

Walked the red dirt in the foothills for two days to find nothing but golden air’s dead obits

In the night or in a day there’s nothing different except for sweet shadows of my girl’s thigh

Because, so I’m told, the planet is spinnin’ and wobblin’ on an invisible axis to forced orbits

In infinite revolution with a finale as either a Red Giant, White Dwarf or a Black Hole sigh.

Speakers’ modulation of a high fidelity amplifier blast decibels to Mercedes’ ears and eyes

Reason and logic, in the hands of alpha males of the human population on seven continents

Wasted on the inevitably extinct species that used to be the aliens of this solar, systemic pi

It’s 3.14 any way you look at it, from the a quick in ant out of an alpha male kissing the sky.

All the addictive Jazz and R&B and R&R and Country and Classic and Folk, my wheelhouse

Logic on the job to reduce the wonder to the known, the ‘x’ to the variable ‘y’ of man & mouse

From the south to the north pole and all around the equator, DNA animates the gas’ liquids

Hope and Faith and Charity all concepts of the species’ random survival mechanism for kids.

Mothers and fathers of everyone, y’all are responsible for this here scat in front of your eyes

It’s for your eyes only, all of y’all and I don’t mean maybe, that’s what my mama used to say

When she was serious about the discipline I required to adapt to my future Time that flies

From perch to perch, from microbe to things that eat things like me, it’s got to be my eyes!

One last thing, in case we don’t see eye to eye, now or in the future or past, con macho gusto

¡El placer es todo mío! and that is about all that needs to be said, this LSD acid trip is a must

For the angels above and below the ash and rock blown from the burning star-stuff above me

What it is will be what it has always been and what it will always be, a supreme idiotic finale.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday July 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST #PHAT #YeahYouKnowMe #InkBlotHeader

{ drafted while listenin’ to the The Twilight Zone Armstrong & Getty Jackarmstrong & Joe Getty DF'rs on Talk 650 KSTE LINK @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/?autoplay=true&pname=15400&campid=header&cid=index.html }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ColdInTheMiddleOfTheRailroadTrack #WhatCanIDo #NoHelpFromYou #Thunderstruck @ACDC @TheRollingStones @ZZTop #ItsComplicated

WE’RE ONE OF THE ONES TOO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, July 7, 2019

------------BEASTofBURDEN-------------

 

If all of the stars were exactly the same stuff as the moon, the sun, the planet Earth a Deum

Then what you have here in this empty matrix is everything within the spaced warp of her

It being the thing itself, all of it, the Alpha and the Omega both at One, world ad infinitum

Outside of this stuff of All of It, there’s an absence of atomic energy, a Void of anti-matter.

Pertaining to the launch to take off away from the gravitational pull of the Mother, just don’t

It will puncture the atmosphere and let out the stored up Nitrogen, Hydrogen. Oxygen tent

In the end the cause of extinction of the life on Earth are the astronauts who broke it bad

Ignorance of the requirement of the ‘CELL’ to remain isolated from the Void vacuum is sad.

Now that the damage is done, they need to find a way to pretend nothing is wrong with Earth

Living will be the Dying eventually, one way or the other, it’s all about premature afterbirth

Ignorance is probably the best way to treat the scientific data, pretend as if it’s quite alright

Neither online nor in libraries of the universities, Truth is, there’s a hole in the world tonight.

In a premonition, I saw myself, my body and mind but I was outside of them both, daphuq?

But it did not deter me from believing that I am the body and the mind, a bird the bees sting

Nothing else remains when I will some moment in the future, fail to respirate my good luck

In a form, there’s nothing in matter, expect nothing in the end, copping to little or nothing.

Eight miles up from this ground, you may not see the blackness but you will be all of The It

No choice from here, you and I began as a spontaneously combusted, holy Singularity split

Entrance and exit becomes what you know will be left over from a cool, Small Bang’s ICE

Customs keeps out the illegal germs of the petri dish of continental snake eyed bone dice.

In a million years you won’t remember this, am I right? That’s right, I am right, forget it

Nothing that the doctors, lawyers and judges said or did matters at all, it’s short term chit

Before they all die they think they can make most of it or all of it alright but that’s wrong

Human ZZ Tops on the side of the road, like-minded spirits, sing me a dark, sad cafe song.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 7th, 2019 A.D. 7-7-2019 Sunday @ 9:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Multiservicios Zztop #IGotsaGetPaid on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kaIZWjItReI }

 

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#PostThisScat #DoNotEverCry #BeABigBoyMan #OneToeOverTheByline #ToeTagIntoTheMystic #CASH #MONEY

HANDLE PAWSTEPS OF DA BEARS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, July 7, 2019

-----------ONE TOE OVER THE LINE-----------

 

Everybody is home everywhere you go, carry your phone, stare at your cell, hook it up y’all

We used to speak to one another, now we just look down, way down, why can’t it be found?

Could have been worse if you were my species of hoe-woman, I would have thrown it down

Broken love songs in my cyberspace’s empty ether, a deep space void wrappin’ up my mind.

War is just what comes in between the Peace that is artificial lull in a windstorm of existence

Sneaking or come right out and say it, you’ve no phuqyn idea why you exist, why you’re alive

Nothing is greener on the other side of any hill on this planet, it’s always the same, cold is hot

But Hot is never Cold, that’s why they have different word sounds, COLD & HOT, solar robot.

Space and the time you produce for the consciousness to absorb is the matrix, venue of God

Small children cannot see what the world is so the ignoramous ogres instruct the innocents

To be or not to be, taught from Kindergarten to Senior High, some survive pokes of a hotrod

In eyeballs when you’re hungry and tired, recorded for memory retrieval of what heaven sent.

Mothers are gone and fathers cannot tell one way or the other, cool water on the borders gold

Where you cross a line without holding your mother or father by their hand, alone to get old

Nobody cares that you only want to run away to the cave in the hills, where backs feel secure

Somebody won’t show up behind your back, behind the wall you build to protect what’s pure.

Since I’ve been walkin’ alone, lookin’ for foot and finger prints to follow, to animate my head

Bones won’t move on to the end because the mind has a notion of system failure, driftin’ dead

No air, no water, no Life as anybody knows it, just the macrophages of the DNA, synchronitic

It’s all comin’ together, all of the jagged-edge pieces smoothed out the iconic vision on a stick.

Like Popsicle, fudgesicles or icechip cones, lickin’ the liquids, drunk on the chinawhite trash

Up and in every hole, all seven of them, needles punchin’ knew holes in a genome DNA bash

First Cause of the first move that matter ever had was the creator inside and outside a dome

Stop, look, listen to The Word, comprehend meaning, take a last breath, you just now got It!

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r j j stephan, i #NowhereElseToGo

c. Seven, Seven, Twenty-Nineteen A.D. 7-7-19 A.D. 23:59

{ drafted while listenin’ to #JacksonBrowne #IAmAPatriot <3 span=""> & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/saYvWAVmT_s?list=RDsaYvWAVmT_s }

FINIS