#SomeLikeItHot but #ILikeToRock - @AprilWine with the @EddieMoney #OnTheFlipSide

SOUTHSIDE, THE FARSIDE OF ME

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, July 20, 2019

----------ROCK & ROLL ALL NIGHT-----------

I know one thing for sure and if you know more than I do, let me know, I’ll pay for a keeper

Since I was young one, I’ve been pickin’ the cherries and leavin’ the rest to go their own way

If the cherry wasn’t ripe and red I wasn’t gonna get to know it at all, I’d pass on by like wind

Creepy thing that I always scored the runs when I got up to bat, hillbilly backstrokin’ city kid.

Half time in the city by the Great Lake, birthplace of giants and chiefs of the native Iroquois

Influence your thinking with persuasion of friends and foes, some romancers of gravity force

Why do I hate my Self when I have no idea what the Self is that I am, I searched in vein blood

All there is, no more worrying about survival, pursuing Happiness’ emptiness, #fakeheaven.

Go out of your mind when you go out of this Earth world of ours, this reality’s outer darkness

Empty space, maybe a moon and other rock balls anywhere between 45 and 185 million miles

From this core of our souls’ spirits, our astronauts ventured into the Void, returned shocked 1

Looked within the Void, realized that we are the Void, timeless nowhere, bullets of God’s gun.

Language between naked apes allows comprehension of conventions but oh, uh, not really

Wasting as much time as possible to avoid commitment to life, to live just to die, as a meme

It’s a secret that’s right in front of our face to see and understand even if blinded by atom raw

It’s not just to be or not to be, it’s how to be and why you should assimilate to the Divine law.

Comedy and tragedy on this imaginary #fake stage, hunkered down, gravitational collapse It

A Will to Power inherited by default since all other minds reject It rather than assimilate, exit

Opportunity may not knock on your third eye blind door but if it does, you’ll be a corpse, son

Nobody that’s alive now or who will be alive in the future will make it past the Event Horizon.

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r j j stephan, i { “Smack my horse in the ass with my last dyin’ gasp!” -- Eddie Money * Header’s my brother in heaven, R.I.P. @AllenRobertStephan, #MyMan }

c. Saturday July 20th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted in effigy, as well as while listenin’ to the mighty Eddie Money #GimmeSomeH2O & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rU-KVObNEd4 }

FINIS

#RaiseAZillionDollars or not... #VOTE #dontVOTE #NothingMatters #AllBoutTheBenjamins #BlahBlahBlah #SpillTheWine

EAGLES IN NEVER, NEVERLANDED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, July 19, 2019

----#OBLIGATIONS & #COMMITTMENTS----

Unified fields of the matrix, walkin’ on The Moon’s infinite space, Black Hole of your Mother

All you can think of, where’s something to eat, hungry I am here inflight, a grounded Brother

All I’ve ever done and all I’ll ever do until the day of my last flight to murder a man-boy fisher

Everything that’s alive will die, I am a tool of the messenger, I do what I do, just holy for Her.

Mother Earth is who She is and there is no mercy for you or I in orbit around Fire rock hash

The Sun, The Star closest to your and my hearts dumpster dive for the garbage white trash

Innocence was never lost because it never existed in the first place, atomic integration post

From the neutron to the black hole, your Ego vanishes into the tears of your mama’s ghost.

In flight away from and toward the beginning of the end, the alpha of the omega in an effigy

You can stick a king’s fork in the fried, burnt DNA flesh of pigs, cows, chickens, oh monkey!

Only adults in this room, the children, the babies, the zygotes are not allowed to analyze chit

A blasted rock left a compacted contraction of gas turned to stone, regulated plants, smoke it.

Upon the dust of the moon, the bones were buried underneath the surface, dozens of skulls

Not human heads of creatures that landed and became extinct, choked on the oxygen hulls

No female or male differences of the species, everything and everyone One mass, safe places

Glowing beak grabbing the prey and lifting into the dark air, headed to divine, Stupid Spaces.

If tattle tales want to tell the history of your life, in the form of a child’s game, a white blow

Talking and speaking about why the stars and the sun shine for us to be alive here and now

Learned to scoot and crawl, never could ride, drive, run or fly to escape the Truth, on points

Beer, spirits of fermented grain to the acid, to the alcohol, to the burnt leaf of planted joints.

I got your wall streets right here at the crossroad of easy street, approach light speed, alrighty

Ready to protect my heart and soul from the things that must devour the living, hot almighty

Didn’t walk on a moon but I’ll go to an Event Horizon’s Black Hole, in due time I’ll pay for It

Around the clock, around the star, incredible Eurekan golden fleece, pagan gold is God’s chit.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 19, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #Police #WalkingOnTheMoon link @ https://youtu.be/PIIkN1vMbmo & Eddie Money #GiveMeSomeWater link @ https://youtu.be/rU-KVObNEd4 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Jimi Hendrix-Live N.Y. Cafe Au Go Go, Jimi Play The Blues 68

W.W.A.R.D.?

@SANTANA - #VictoryIsWon (Live in New York 2005) @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

CREAM FLOWS, I MOVE ON & ON *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 18, 2019

sssssssssACES & ZEROSsssssssss

Dirty dogs and dirty words to batten down the hatches, it was never enough therefore, I am

Give it up to me right here and now, show me right where it’s at if you care to make it all blow

Papa knows and mama knows we all had to give it up eventually, had to say where it’s all at

Just because nobody else is willing to do the hard work or say the good mornings in Mexico.

All the food you eat and all of the water you drink while y'all are here and now, give it up, it’s a gift

From above, so below it all comes down here where I am, aiding the beats down home to lift

My consciousness up, up, up to breakaway from the gravity, like the millions who come & go

Worked out the groove where the needle scratched the vinyl platters and made honey blow.

So sweet was that thing from the birds and the bees that your daddy couldn’t tell you, all I am

The tiny, microscopic egg and swimmin’ germ, all of me from love or lust, helpless innocence

Inherited the DNA, the acid of the plasma flow, snow river melted to the rocks’ beach sandlot

Games played with or without rules, fair or unfair, yet all there is, It is This Here, That There.

Hard rocks and soft water create the matrix for animation, cartoon on a loop 24/7, direct TV

Mortified and armed to the teeth, fear of being killed or robbed is deep seated, survival asset

To be or not to be killed and eaten by millions of birds and bees, the media of the news covers

My masked nose and lips are my HappyFace, to steal away valuable gold & gems my lovers!

There’s poison to kill you if you drink or eat it, it’s a game-changer, extinction of species keys

Unlock the overdrive back to the Origin, black holed Sun, a Star too close for comfort, please

In and out of the dream’s waking awareness that the temporary seems permanent, it’s PAST

Without evil-live of strategic beings, One spirit I Am, Sonny, Is All of It, LIFE extreme, FAST!

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r j j stephan, i * ”I blink my eyes, therefore IAm!” -- r j j stephan, I

c. July 18th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ JudgeNotLestYeBeJudged drafted this piece in Effigy thus, an orphan of my dear Muse linked to Multiservicios Zztop on youTube LEGS & HITS online @ https://youtu.be/2mrt8vyHksU}

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FarOutMan #Wait #WHAT? #ExpandNothing

SHE LIKES #SMITH-WESSON LOVE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 17, 2019

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Function of shy calculus and the history of civilization are products of chambering one dud

This Earth was a star and now it’s on the way to it’s holy finale, supernova of crimson blood

Flesh and bone and the ugly bad guys, pretty good blockheads disintegrate to the rock bottom

It is black because there is no light to see, to shine on the things to see them, to devour them.

A perfect division of the things between the good and the evil is the imagination’s illusion

Fearing to become the evil is a desperate struggle for survival of the good slave cylinder car

Animated the essence of the plasma coming from exploding neutrons in a rabbit hole’s sun

Vacuumed abyss all inside of your mind with nothing outside of you, the thing itself you are.

You may be the punk that your father raised you to be, tellin you that you needed the power

To defend the muscles and bones that keep you little mind in a tizzy, you never can tell boy

Bad things coming out of nowhere if you’re not looking for a second, just to bring you down

Used to be the food but now it’s just against the morality commandment rules, got it Brown?

If you ain’t totally black and I don’t mean bronze, absolute zero of any color, I’m albino white

Pink eyes like scurrying weirdos gatherin’ dust/crumbs fallin’ from being made in the shade

Every-man grown into war’s boys with an ego or superego, incompatible with the end of life

Wanting to leave nothing behind, alone ant at one, the Id warrior’s twelve slices of the blade

Layin’ it down here and now, you either survive a long time or you don’t, it’s all about Gold

It may be buried or safe in a locked chest of treasure but one thing for certain, it is all a God

With gold we exist and without it, Terra Ferma is whatever it was before you and I birthed it

Made it up out of the empty mind of surviving well, too much Time on hand, mischief’s chit.

So, if you want to get to heaven once your breath ceases, immerse the words you get a hold on

Deep down into your self where you’ll be every night when you are asleep, in the dead end too

Do not need the body or the brain to have a mindful consciousness which sucks plasma suns

Moving, animated to nudge the linear and complex to become the flower of the seeds’ screw.

Intentions are ripe, reptile fears from the amoeba and a snake brain in a naked ape war-fight

From nothing or from a specially ‘kin-created’ mass of energy, germ delivery form of storks

Cut nerves between the protein molecules, Nothing happens before garden apple snake bite

Billions of particles squirted on me, a egg-thing itself, flower power in me, all neuron quarks.

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r j j stephan, i *Dedicated to my father on Earth, RIP #AlbertRichardStephan Usnavy who wanted me to join USNavySEALs.com; got delirious and joined the USAF 1971-1975 just for #ChitUndGiggles! }

c. Wednesday, July 17th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Zztop #TubeSnakeBoogie & HITS on youTube link rockin’ with a #LoadedChamber y’all enjoy now ya hear? @ https://youtu.be/i5_lpQqfiy8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Imposter #FakeRico #MakeItReal or else #ForgetAboutIt #DanmSkippy #Devadip @CarlosSantana @TheEagles

ONE MORE THING...GET OVER IT!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 16, 2019

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Stolen hearts from the early teenager love for the squirting solar wind inside Love’s raw loins

It’s not my fault that volcanoes want to erupt now and then, it’s part of all the planned sit-ins

Rollin the dice playin’ the hands I got dealt and watchin’ the looks on the losers! Dive! Dive!

It doesn’t get any better than this, extinction comin’ with every breath, yet still alive to thrive.

I don’t know what you know but if it’s what all of the philosophers and priests know, forget It

Nothing important when you define your terms, nouns and pronouns and past participle scat

Freedom to speak speech you’ve been groomed to blow out your pie hole, that IS a good one

Talk about the taboos now, what you cannot say or even think because it’s a mortal sin bun.

You must appreciate the flow of the atmosphere and the Truth of the Matter, dead star ashes

Earth dirt to bury bones underground before the Word comes out and ruins the gods’ class

Sight unseen for the sore eyes or the 20/20 vision blind boys from Georgia or Alabama y’all

Blues and soulful griping about being alive on Earth, blind since birth without havin’ a bawl!

Gone home every night when I could find it with the white cane, red tipped foldin’ straw-stick

Walk home with me baby and you may not get to the place you wanna go, if I feel good, I do it

This and that as the world turns a spinnin’ wobble, H2O riptides, JLo, girl's got some #Baque

Love shinin’ on the ocean like the moonlight on the other side of the planetary essence’s face.

Don’t know if you’re goin’ back down to L.A. or back home to NYC but I know I still love you

I know you don’t love me any longer but it was a good run, 40 years of this gold turned blue

Gone back to the beginning of the time I met you, the day before I didn’t know you, just me

All together in a day or two, you’ll be fine with your new lover’s underground, invisible glee.

Purring like a kitty cat on your lap, my memory is ready to leap away, nevermore to return

Better the way the river flows from the melted snow down the mountain to the sea’s ash urn

All souls sacrificed faces, skeleton remains in 208 pieces without any teeth, shyte for a brain

Mixin’ garbage into the burning fire returns the many to the One, as above, so below, Rain!

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 16th, 2019 A.D. Tuesday @ 4:04 AM PST

{ #HeartTurnedToStone yet drafted jammin’ on #SANTANA Carlos_Santana #Devadip Carlos Santana #BestOf CARLOS SANTANA on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ZZP-WYpC2HE }

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F.I.N.I.S.

#StandinOnShakyGround #FromDayOneUntilDayNONE #LetUsRoll #SnakeEyesNoMore #TakeMeToTheRiverToo #WashMeDown

#7’s, ROLLIN’ ‘EM IN THE DARK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 15, 2019

---------SINNERSneverMINE---------

Soft smoothness inside of the hardened, stained glass holding it and I’m waiting to pour

Serious to be or not to be once the effect becomes overwhelming and out of this world

Not far but out of the world we know the enculturated way we’ve forgiven our ancestors

They knew not what they were doing to the yin and the yang, they didn’t know they’d fold.

Deck of pinochle cards total 48 and regular deck of 52, fiddling around with kings and queens

Some were ill and mean from years of neglect and passive enculturation by the queer elite

Thinking that it’s OK to rule all of the people all of the Time here on Earth is a fluke of fear

On a stage to play a part you were drafted and groomed for, lucky or not, it’s all Smoky bear.

Once the cactus works it’s essence into the balance of the mind and body, ya better be a #Star

Not responsible for #fake bravery and cultural extinction of Ugly, Bad and Good over the hill

Nothing to show for the days and nights, twirling around and in my coffee grounds in #Buck

Music sounds of melodies and voice modulation, Plato copied Zeus’ future Zeal in #Coolville.

On the other hand, you may live in fear of everything and everyone in front of your two faces

Cry about the unfairness of being sound and fit to survive in a hostile environment, we feel It

Shame and fully recommend giving it all away, you’ve worked your whole life, #fuqcode stat

Old poor ones who beg to be Great, full of wasted handouts never earned, Tick-Tock, Tax-Fat.

Calm down, have a breath of fresh oxygen, mix it with some of that clear juice from the cacti

Move away from the bar, shape shift the glass, it’s 2:00 AM, jaw locked tighter as bongo skin

Known and loved standards I’ve entangled in the languid spigot of every game in town, lo-hi

Hidden behind the bar’s the shotgun, the .44 and a sword that slices up-down-side, flashing.

Pirates and desperadoes never make it past the moment of the last stand against Earth haters

The killers of the living who cannot be controlled by community agreed upon regulatory fear

It’s spooky with people in control of our ghosts inside of each of our machines, blink a wink

Horror and ecstasy while being animated, thru danger and death with macho-punk, a fink!

Why did you throw a kiss when you left me the last time I saw you? You knew I had a song

Behind the wheel or on the sidewalk waiting for the #Uber to take me home or away, to fly

Victim of circumstance any way you look at it, not knowing what will happen in the by & by

Was a loser, a winner and I’m winning now, you’re losing me, you left and I’m already gone!

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r j j stephan, i { #JustLikeSevensEveryTimeIRollTheDice - Delbert McClinton }

c. #Lundi, July 15, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ #ForgotAboutIt so I drafted while listenin’ to Delbert McClinton #EveryTimeIRollTheDice & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FNd0OMUPMR4 }

F.I.N.I.S.

#FAME #SoulTrains #BullShatTrain #ComeAndGetYourLoveNow #IfYouCanFineTheMicroscopicChit #BareNakedLadies

MASSLESS BYTE, HIGGS-BOSON x's

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, July 14, 2019

-------------BULLET TRAIN SHOTS--------------

Right off of the bat, I hit a home-run on the first fastball pitch and I did it all for a ton of fun

I thought I was going to study Homer but instead I began hitting them sliders up into the sun

Old men groomed me to catch and throw the ball, taught me to meet the ball with wood slap

In the sweet spot above the Louisville label, in that groove the fast ball merges with the one.

Then coach put me in to pitch and that ruined my repetition and eventually my reputation

Just because I beaned the coach’s dad on a foul fly ball to right field, doesn’t mean I’m done

I’ve got some screwballs and knuckle-balls ready to be smeared upon the two foot strike zone

Perfect game for me at the end of nine, it’s in the books, it’s a perfect game in my mind’s eye.

Cement shoes gold body’s feet thrown into the Montrose harbor on purpose, afore the stank

Treasure and the trash from the refused atomic garbage, lights from burnt stars keep it real

Fire the engines up like a band from Boston and keep them revved up until after the encore

You know there’s gonna be one because nobody ever wants to go home, dead-on to a score.

The one who pontificates knows less than the ones who never pontificate, at least hardly ever
A fale synchronized Will to Power and Intent to evolve #Gods, #HiggsBoson ion-snowy

Synchronicity is a will to power and intent to evolve #gods, #HiggsBoson ion-snowy

Sometimes wisdom has been absorbed into the beholder of the system and abandoned to me

Took the dream and twisted it into a cloudy pretzel of logic and mythological fantasy of Ra.

I wanna say it again, head-knockers write this down ‘cause #IThinkIAm in It, iPhone’s bones

Tautologically certain memoir of understanding, trolling #fakemeat on our Listerine breath

Good men’s civilized society keep love alive, fertilized yolks full of LSD microdot-megadeath

Holy monsters hope for dope, calm, copacetic hairy leather bones of rolling thunder bygones.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche July 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Barenaked Ladies concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UsLoUGX2T_Y }

FINIS