#Grunts #Jarheads & #Flyboys #NeverSurrender

NOTHIN’ SMOKE, JARHEADS’ ROCK

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, July 27, 2019

---- #LIES or #LiveWithoutYou or #BringTheCurtainDown ----

 

Free from saggin’ gravity, lost in situational equations, all marines, vikings of #TwoLip sons

All of the bacteria and viruses have become One with the outer space, where it all gets done

No more beasts of burden hurting and being hurt, eaten and beaten for crimes of my passion

Dreaming of being asleep, being worried about dying in a dream, superman’s beast o’burden.

A to Z and 1, 2, 3, 4 from the nativity of my seed of consciousness to dissolutionary sol-fizzin’

In Time and Space’s warped matrix, light and sound feels very good, I’m a 2-3-74 Phildickian

One singularity on the event horizon and you and I have no free will or choice, like it or not

Drivin’ up or down the #One as they call it, there’s a reason for that, I’d say Big Sur gunshot.

You don’t know and I don’t care but regardless of your attitude or comprehension, like a drip

Just like your ancestors and descendants, here and then just a lost twin’s far-out acidic triplet

Permutation of DNA with the LSD re-fried country-fried chicken, double-burgers and my Ma

Earth of my home caves, darkness lit by fire in the underground holes, my mother, our fauna.

When two people of ANY century make history by recollecting energy, It splits atomic mass

Nowhere to go outside of the planet’s atmospheric pressure, atop or underground dumbness

It is done, we are #SpaceTruckin just because that’s the way this sheet of music turned It out

A spirit, a ghost, an ephemeral whiff of smoke in a mirror, I needed to see a trippin’ cubscout.

You’ve got a brain tumor and you have dementia due to the severe head blows of in life’s blow

On this road of Love, we found the Way, to run a cross-cut buzz-saw, to cut wisdom’s hot cow

Bull by the horns, a grip that will never release, if a bacterium seeks a host to kill, eliminate It

From inanimate objects to amino acid and solar plasma, it’s life of a star, a film, a play, a skit.

Grateful to not be dead while on the road, trippin’ in a hundred years, because I’m so alone

Even if you don’t see the deep-seated beauty within me, under my clear skin, veins run blues

Nothing red outside of me until a hole punctures through the insufficient armor to the bone

Empty arms in empty space but I still wanna hug and kiss you, don’t die, never let It ooze!

by

r j j stephan, I

c. July 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:04 AM PST

{ drafted to ELVIS PRESLEY #30Number1HITS #SpiderMurphy #NowAndThenTheresAFoolSuchAsI link @ https://youtu.be/-unOfZiTM_0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatTheIntercourse? #WhoTheIntercourse #WokeUpWithWood @AlanWatts

TIME TO BLACKHAWK THE KINGS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, July 26, 2019

-------------- TO BE AWAKE, W O R D --------------

Smilin’ about nothin’ once I found out we’re all here and now, lonely, alone without a rescue

We’ve no particular place to go except rockin’ in a wobble around a burnin’ out star, it’s YOU

Nobody ever had all of this figured out and they kept havin’ more babies to break hard rocks

Left an historical record with the feats of the feet that tripped ‘round in a rodeo of Goldilocks.

My soul drippin’ rock blues’ spirit flights above the ozone into the Ether, Space and Time too

Music’s melodic arpeggios soothed me after my mama moved on to the hereafter’s harmony

My daddy was actually my father, nicknamed after my infantile expression of Love for Man

It is what he was and always will be to me, even as I drift away from the gravity to the grave.

From the core to the surface, the erotic feeling in my feet as they dance in glee, no shackles P!

Hey cuz, hey brother, hey sister, even if you don’t honor your mama and papa, put this down

On paper or deep inside of your recollection power pack, between your ears’ chartreuse skies

In the hereafter, right here and now, it’s always been cold and dry but hot, frozen & #Free-ze.

One important piece of information for the young zygotes not quite here yet, in premature Id

What is the problem? It is what it is and it ain’t what it ain’t and that someday you’ll see Kid

I’m not your mama or your daddy but since you’re an orphan, nth degree in logic’s condition

Power to multiply, to divide, add and subtract is the skill of the atom, fission, fusion of a Sin.

To be or not, invalid questions, reasonable answers, undeniably necessary, venial #FakeSins

What is beautiful and what is the reason for existence in a death spiral with benefits, cat-lions

Cats to lick the fur clean and digest the hairballs for ignition of the Fire, raging flames of God

Mortality is the breathing in and out of the gas, heart shatters and dies, fuel exhausted blood.

My motor started runnin’ nine months before my mama dropped me into insanity, crazy God

Four letter words won’t help, shoutin' them to high heaven, there’s nothin’ out there, #NetZero

Wishin’ it was like they pretended it to be when they pushed my buttoned-up #edumykashun

Fillin’ in the blanks of the unknown with guesses of blind women’s holymen, It is #Welldone.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. July 26th, 2019 A.D. Friday @ 4:44 AM PST

{ #Tuckpointed while listenin’ to Multiservicios Zztop #RHYTHMEEN & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xNvHOekLpXo?list=PLRtwt-yfldRU9G5jbQAFXrmxcVCVHJY3Y }

FINIS

#Verity & #WhiteLiesInHeaven @TaqiyyaForDummies @ZZTop #TexasStyle @LosLonelyBoys #MOI

ALLEY GATOR, 2-WAY MESCALERO!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 25, 2019

------------#WontGetFooledAgain - #NotThisTime ------------

Here and now there is a marvelous tone to the rhetoric, the language of man’s dirty megalith

A force that will never be reckoned with is a force that is the most powerful, speaks for itself

What it is, nobody told me, they didn’t know therefore they forgot about the need to bleed it

Letting it all hang out for the duration of existence, all forms of life, viral-animated scat fits.

Here and now there is a marvelous tone to the rhetoric, the language of man’s dirty megalith

Not only here and now, moving about with regulation of authority above my pay grade wife

Amigo of nobody in particular and everyone in general, walkin’ all alone from birth to death

Pretending to be a very important person, V.I.P. cream of the crop, a DNA anomaly’s breath.

In B.S. jest I submit the following diatribe as the thesis of my PhD, philosopher testosterone

Out of the darkness’ caves in the bowels of the atmospheric vacuum of a dirty, grimy T-bone

Come One and coming all through the spin of the revolving dead matter, surviving on its own

Amazing, incredible that Life is whatever it is, naught but a gravitational collapse of the Soul.

Let me take you through this last trip between us, where we know where we’re coming from

You’re here, I’m here, we’re all here and now, this place in space at this time of Earth rotation

In revolution all about the burning ball we all know is the where-with-all that makes us all go

Eternity has Nothing on a presence, this reality of day to day function of the Calculi of a blow.

Ground grown, water blown, that is where it’s all at, where it all comes from, undergrounded

From the fungi to the tips of tree nuts and cones, life did not rise from Nothing, arrow’s dead

Buried passing through the bull’s eye of the target, the center of the matrix’ holy semen seed

Demons inside ghosts, badass devils inside humanity’s hosts with a moronic need for speed.

Careful and meticulous preparation of the argument’s deduction induced by a dead fathead

Ones who thought about it and scratched notes into stone, metal and paper shots of the lead

Bullets and knives evolved into the fusion and fission of the microbes, come, my Supernova

Here’s a Mescalero, there’s an amigo, I ain’t playin’, we’re all East of nowhere to go, #Aloha!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. July 25, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Taqiyyah kitchen drafted while listenin’ to the #HighNMighty Zztop Texas Rangers #Mescalero #AlleyGator & HITS, drinkin’ #Expresso jammin’ on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9oSG8dNrS3c }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoYouReally #GAF? #ForReals? @ChrisJanson @MorganWallen @Everclear

INVASION OF DAHIJ’S FIRE VIRUS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 24, 2019

------hey MR BARTENDER HIT ME AGAIN------

Conspiracy theories and rushes to judgements are a necessary condition for a scree unknown

Job I’ve gleaned from the wasted chafe of the minions, runaway children, orphanage blown

We are what’ll swallow the civilization’s etchings in rock and wood tree leaves, symbolic seed

No body alive will be a witness to the Super Nova, it’s not for you to know, you have no need.

Battles of War between States of my mind, the ethical and good morals of an angel or #gadfly

We’re related to violence, God’s solar system’s birth of Big Bangs, #FakeWallStreet must sells

Because if you do, you’re personal identity and self-hood will disintegrate casually, 3 ring bells

Punks and n’er-do-wells follow the bouncin’ ball and you will get to the final target, bull’s eye.

Think! Therefore you’re here and now, upset wisdom’s awareness of being GD forkin’ robots

Capture the generals and admirals of the white blood cell resistance, it’s espionage, you Idiot

Allowed #Hackers to mine Gold from wild data, above my pay-grade, #fakeNews cyber-ingots

Once the speech of the word is all over, nobody understands, no one has any need to know it.

If you wanna get to heaven, first you must be introduced then you bite hooks, need #FishOn

Hooked through the gills by a trouble hook because I was too hungry to wait for the corn-pone

Government brothers and sisters sit down and have staff meetings to reengage Richie’s gods

To keep the power you’ve got to raise a little hell, a categorical imperative of mankind’s iPods.

In and out of the library for an in depth dive into the archives of human wisdom, la biblioteqe

On the paper and plastic, concrete and steel of the matrix we live and die, rich or poor, say ole

On a day when you’ve a need to swallow several shots of #Mescal wormhole squirt, deep dive

Go down to the bottomless pit but no further than the blown-out Dragon, God’s ‘6’ IS all alive!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday July 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ ...drafted while listenin’ to #Gadfly radio station on the #AMRadio & listenin’ to one of my fav bands of the present millenia, Everclear #AMRadio https://youtu.be/ouTbcRUDS3U }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SearchinForNothingButABlackHole #SmoothAsSilk #CoolAsDiamonds #DiamondAndSilk

PLEASE & THANK RHETORIC, MAM

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 23, 2019
-------NO NO NO------

Brothers and sisters do what they do until they turn away and go their own ways in a hole

Used to be in the olden days, the herd stayed corralled in the same old town forever to paint

Fortune has little or nothing to do with anything at all, it’s a matter of the Will to be whole

In the middle of chaos, you roam around in circles pretending to be on our knees, we ain’t.

It’s a matter of form, the shape of the things that animate the scenes from birth’s death threat

Completed mission to be or not to be, in one fell swoop, dreamer awakens, dreaming up skills

Cub scouts playin’ ball on four corners of the dead end, open a fire hydrant for fireman drills

Boys didn’t care that the girls stayed at home, stalkin’ us through one pane glasses, no sweat.

In the tiny wavelength of cosmic rays you collect in your life, let it stay right up there, ahead

Let it be a thing that got you ready for the escapades ahead and the solace that relieves dread

For the Peace and the War to be what they happen to be, the history of mankind, life of Onesy

Out of sight, in traffic doin’ things on a burned ball of confusion, phuqn dead ash, water sea.

I was proud until I found nothing helps when the end of the thing is at hand, nobody’s saved

Tears and begging won’t work when bones gotta go, ain’t no free will then, peeps must see TV

If there is something after the last gasp, hope and pray that there’s no players in jail, ratcaged

Interruption of the super star’s final exit from the overlord’s crushing Tax, a death, lordy me!

Yelling as loud as you can once you’ve realized the act of contrition for sins is a sham, It’s OK

Then you move on to the granted wishes that come true or almost materialize, then puff out

Smoke and mirrors used to obfuscate the situation with useless analogies and random chaos

In the end as it was in the beginning, moon soul in One cell of DNA inside a membrane SOS.

Nobody and nothing alive ever survives death other than the transmutation of mastication

When you as the food supply the energy for the living to animate the herd, to be or not to be

Human or not, any plant, any animal has the same fate, live and die, that is All of it, not Sin

It’s a sin that everyone isn’t informed of the nature of reality as a birthright, here ‘tis for free!

by

r j j stephan, I

c. July 23, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #MightyTemptations #PapaWasARollingStone #BallOfConfusion #CLOUD9 & HITS on a youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rx0DAA3QP8w }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HoneyBee #RunawayBoysAndGirls #WildHumanDNA #OnYourKneesNow #DeepSoulInTheHolyHole #KeepOnTruckinBaby

PLEASE & THANK RHETORIC, MAM

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 23, 2019
-------NO NO NO------

Brothers and sisters do what they do until they turn away and go their own ways in a hole

Used to be in the olden days, the herd stayed corralled in the same old town forever to paint

Fortune has little or nothing to do with anything at all, it’s a matter of the Will to be whole

In the middle of chaos, you roam around in circles pretending to be on our knees, we ain’t.

It’s a matter of form, the shape of the things that animate the scenes from birth’s death threat

Completed mission to be or not to be, in one fell swoop, dreamer awakens, dreaming up skills

Cub scouts playin’ ball on four corners of the dead end, open a fire hydrant for fireman drills

Boys didn’t care that the girls stayed at home, stalkin’ us through one pane glasses, no sweat.

In the tiny wavelength of cosmic rays you collect in your life, let it stay right up there, ahead

Let it be a thing that got you ready for the escapades ahead and the solace that relieves dread

For the Peace and the War to be what they happen to be, the history of mankind, life of Onesy

Out of sight, in traffic doin’ things on a burned ball of confusion, phuqn dead ash, water sea.

I was proud until I found nothing helps when the end of the thing is at hand, nobody’s saved

Tears and begging won’t work when bones gotta go, ain’t no free will then, peeps must see TV

If there is something after the last gasp, hope and pray that there’s no players in jail, ratcaged

Interruption of the super star’s final exit from the overlord’s crushing Tax, a death, lordy me!

Yelling as loud as you can once you’ve realized the act of contrition for sins is a sham, It’s OK

Then you move on to the granted wishes that come true or almost materialize, then puff out

Smoke and mirrors used to obfuscate the situation with useless analogies and random chaos

In the end as it was in the beginning, moon soul in One cell of DNA inside a membrane SOS.

Nobody and nothing alive ever survives death other than the transmutation of mastication

When you as the food supply the energy for the living to animate the herd, to be or not to be

Human or not, any plant, any animal has the same fate, live and die, that is All of it, not Sin

It’s a sin that everyone isn’t informed of the nature of reality as a birthright, here ‘tis for free!

by

r j j stephan, I

c. July 23, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #MightyTemptations #PapaWasARollingStone #BallOfConfusion #CLOUD9 & HITS on a youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rx0DAA3QP8w }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoNotDoubtMe #ResistanceIsFutile #ItIsDoneYall

RESIST WE MUCH, MAN’S DIAPER?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 23, 2019

---#TemptedOnce- shame on you, #TemptedTwice, shame on me!---

-----------------------------------------

Inside of the closet of space between burning balls of gas, it is where you begin, to set, to go

Then you blow your last dump and breath for loved ones or strangers to burn or toll the bell

Bones gave up the ghost one way or another, at some time in space, regardless of the impact

On being a civilized human on a dirt ball just because I want to do unto others and do it well.

Whiskey and rum to fill the spirit with the bottom feeders’ fuel to run their mouth’s lips blue

Punks of the tribes, the herds are the heroes of lore, stories which never happened, all untrue

No story of anything in our own story or history can get over you or I, OMG divine #fakehoax

Whiffs of the sweet leaves burned waffs through the bodiless crowd, to a series of high heads.

You don’t know more than I do if you know nothing at all, except on Tuesdays when I pretend

I know the trash needs to be out at the curb for pickup, that I’ve got to go spend one farthing

I can bring a mojo to the final end but it has no power, it’s just a lump of flim flam, I offend?

Special creation of the God’s children who are punished for their ancestral, mortalic darlings.

Truth is funny when you come to your ending right there in front and center of My black hole

Whatever is left has no nerves and no mind to feel or sense, interpret the end of the big boss

Without you, without me, without sensation under a #BlackHoleSun because it is the Cause

First Cause and last place in Space and Time left over by the somnambulistic boss of me, yo!

Pleasure and pain moving from the alpha to the omega, angels never existed, oh so appropo

From the bowels of the center of the hottest joints in the universe, here we are, away we go

Discussion using the logic and reason evolved from the cavemen’s grunts and naked apeskin

Will to Power ‘s supreme, without It,, there’ll be only extinction, I am The Power I’m eatin’.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. July 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 8:30

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ AprilWine on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AKORP6ENyFw & not to mention to Friends Who Like #ArmstrongandGetty @ArmstrongandGetty Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST }

FINIS

#GoldenFleeced #NoTasteOfYourSoul #KickYourOwnArseIn #OhMama #OhDaddy #FromYourLipsToAlaEars

 

---- #IMAMIGRATION----

MAMA, GOLDEN FLEECE & SHARKS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 22, 2019

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Last image you ever want to see is the animal, the thing itself that wants to kill your moans

Actually they really don’t want You, they want your meat and marrow in your skin’s bones

Regardless of your alert process from the orphanage or parentage you’re groomed to sting

One thing is for certain, defend yourself or die before your Time of natural heart attacking.

If it’s alright or not, there’s a thing or two to know before your journey into this #Crisis of Id

Split your mind in two, right down the middle of your #CorpusCallesum and set It loose, free

To be or not to be isn’t only Not the question but it is also irrelevant, incredibly false but true

In hindsight and foresight, the vision is identical, blackness of the empty Void outside Earth!

Continue with your eyesight directed toward the dirty ground of a burned out ball of bums

Shooting from the hip when you’ve got no sidearm is absurd yet it is what the sheeple allow

To animate the political control of the herds and mobs, brothers and sisters beat their own

Drumsticks to beat the stretched animal skin and wood and metal, follow the jobs all blown.

Suffering of your mother’s labor ignored by the ungrateful Luddites who populate the coasts

Waiting for mama and daddy to give you everything on a silver platter won’t work, you’ll see

It’s all a matter of Time and Space and your consciousness training by multi-cultural carwash

Minds in brains may be terrible things to waste but they’re required for survival’s extinction.

Enjoy the ride, god-games until it’s all over, at the precipice of a stoned junky #EventHorizon

Ready or not, here we go trippin’ in brown shark paradise to God knows where? To be One?

Not for the atheists to know but for them to find out at the moment their eyes enclose forever

Mouth agape, tongue stuck out as if a child shows their disagreement ad infinitum, oh mama!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Monday July 22, 2019 A.D @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Armstrong & Getty talk radio show on Talk 650 KSTE & during commercials I’ve heard 2 hundred times already, listenin’ to Brooks & Dunn #HillbillyDelux on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LXhZo682W_c }

W.W.A.R.D.

#MoonPigeons #VikingOne #UnidentifiedWalkingSubject #UWS

VOID DEBRIS, UFO MOON PIGEONS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, July 21, 2019

------------- #MUFON ----------------------

Hurl rocks at the offender in a circle jerk, stoned junkies and hookers, bums and insane kids

Walkin’ around the sidewalks and streets. you gotta keep movin’ place in space, time to time

Stiff skeletons grown in this petri dish of fecal matter, the dregs of the dirty planet’s orchids

Nothing in the matrix gets away with the murder of the killers, white blood cells thin dime.

I have no news for your recollection, everything is ancient beyond my wild imagination, One

There is nothing to harness the illness of separation from the original source of my magic fun

Roaming from city to city, country to country, lookin’ for the same things I’ve seen, sun beach

Center of every black hole in the universe exists a disturbing monster, Nothing et al, a glitch.

Aware that day and night are the designation of spinning dirt in a shadow of doctors’ nurses

Lying face down or face up, ready for a toe tag and a deletion of you from memory starbursts

Mind is a radiation of charged particles coalescing into the thing itself, conceived cosmic egg

AURORA in the BOREALIS, spirit in your bones is just a convention to slow your dice roll.

What is it? Why do you ask? Are you writing a book beyond humanity’s comprehension

L I F E... reproduce, reproduce, reproduce, lift-off and a mystery begins, what’s goin’ on?

I am in tune with Nothing but I try to undress the naked lady anyway, space’s #MoonPigeons

Coming for you and I if we allow entry, to be or not to be is the only question, #FilmAtEleven.

Before the case is closed, find out what is inside the holy grail of Life in a rock, on a dirt ball

Mars life and Earth life means that the occult knowledge of humanity is faulty or at least false

Organic organs played in the scale notes from Do to So, Re to Mi and Fa and so La Dee Dah!

Built it, they came and now they’ve gone without a clue, no feet or fingerprints, I AM into It!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. July 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Scratched these words out of my bones EARLY, punched out while listenin’ to UFO Hunters exploring Stephensville Texas Rangers link @ https://youtu.be/bLDw5B63b4g }

 FINIS