#NameWhenILose #DeaconBlue #ThatIsYouFool #China #Banjo #Binjo

WHAT IS HIP? A RAMBLING FOOL!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, August 3, 2019

-----------------WHO IS THE FOOL?------------------

 

For one thing, this is not what it appears to be, this is the form not the essence of Id’s It

Subtraction of the addition to multiply the division is all we can do, y’all get to go, Exit

This room and the house’s floors, walls and ceiling, basement and top shelf, two by twos

For no reason or for any reason, the Earth continues the rocks-a-rollin’ under the blues.

All the way under the whole shebang, there’s nothing but the air and space of the hot womb

Empty of atoms and without the babies of Eve, interstellar Void is the gist of the grim tomb

Where the mothers’ fathers lie under soil and grass, in an aluminum room with no bunkbed

Cannot get out no matter how you try, full of formaldehyde anyway, hard to live deadhead.

Who knew what nobody ever could fathom, that God was the Gold, all mystery is all of that

Last calls for alcohol over here by the heavenly bar of stars and empty thirteen stripes of fat

Very large people eating all of the fried food, candy sticks for stupid kids, lickin’ it, my food

Throwin’ the projectile to a bull’s eye where nothing ever goes alone, we woke up with wood.

Wondering why we’re all here and now, or maybe we know why we’re here, to live then to die

Like all the food we eat that was alive before it died, the same for us except we’ve not been ate

It’s a Game of Life, survival and extension of the breathing, heart beating to the unholy finale

No ma or pa ready to help you kill the thing itself, suicide, free choice, God’s dead in Tripoli.

Hopelessness for hapless minions, babies, innocent teens and DNA denizens, that’s cruel see

Compare this to the alternative, heaven haven or Hades of the burn, stayin’ alive, Dogod folly

If not you then who will carry on the specie's genome, don’t worry enough just to be so happy

Worry more and feel the sadness and the gloom of being dead in a tomb, rocks don’t roll, see?

I spun the tops and the yoyo’s with nowhere else to go but down in the street, in the yard hole

I walked the dog and rocked the baby in the cradle for maybe two minutes, into a rubber soul

Boys clubs and paper routes, music lessons, preschool onto college, I enculturated fake blood

For the Time and Space allowed, it’s all you can and that’s Be The Ball, I’m Earth’s Manhood.

In a few short days and nights, you and I will move on to the end of the line, nobody to care

Out of our hands, this is all that it is, a moment in Time to see what nothing looks like to me

Then report back to no one but me because I am all that I am and all of that but I don’t care

I beat snakeskin in a Void of Nothing, don’t tell me What IT Is, smoked blunts of it’s not fair!

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 3rd, 2019 A.D. @ 12:12 A.M. PST Saturday, my day, all mine!

{ drafted while listenin’ to the mighty @TowerOfpower #WhatIsHip & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SN8pWdZhVaM 

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LikeTheOldMeBetterToo #ThisAndThat @GretchenWilson @ZZTop #WhatsUpWithThat

 

THAT AIN’T THE WORST OF IT YET

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, August 2, 2019

Bad feelings come right after the good feelings or you would not know you’re awake, alive

It’s what happens when you run in and out of the holy surface of the itch, a planet nosedive

Where the sunlight came and vibrated the rocks and rolled them into the oven, bake all of It

A hundred degrees or so, more or less, frequent or often, it never mattered, it’s all fake chit.

Not just the news but the old traditions of the dead ancestors who shout at us through Word

Making love and falling into it or not, makin’ the zygotes crash into the prisons and the fjord

Am I wrong? I don’t think so, what, you’re goin’ to heaven when your corpse lays stiff? LOL

Be strong when it comes right down to finding out what’s what, the Truth, gotta build a wall!

Cheater in your ‘hood screwing a girl on a curb, screwing in a neighbor’s yard, with no candor

Treat her nice because she got your jock wet with your fool jazz, paid nothing but GI marches

Your daddy never taught you much other than how to get your rocks off in your sister’s parlor

Castration’ll work or eight weeks of #USMC #BT to ship to a War or dishonorable discharges.

Fools n’ jokers pullin’ my attention to laugh, be the absurdity of it all, formatting the pigskin

If I told you once then I’ve told you a thousand times y’all, now you see me, my genes and kin

Songs, played and sung for the subjects that seek the objects of the predicates, to hell & gone

South of the border or coast to coast, it’s a compact space for Liberty’s best chance, free One.

Miracles are all in your mind, your head, an imaginary scene that moves the stupidity to hurt

Inside the deepest hole of a place where you store the chains of fear, banished solarflare flirt

Hotter than a hundred and diggin’ on my place in space that couldn’t remain, peace who says

That the battles for your life and/or soul, your conscious awareness are fake-fool resistances.

If stupid didn’t hurt everyone would die at the same time of the stupidity, in a Father’s name

Blaming it on the Mother, the Earth is not going to change the fact that this is a divine dream

Some scenes from the cooking in the kitchen, for the minions are not able to survive trouble

Important to nobody but me, if you come over into my space uninvited, you’ll see my double.

Takes care of all the business that craves quick responses and a terminating attitude to melee

No wondering what’s coming since it’s always either me or someone else, I saw it on the T.V.

No comments from a peanut gallery or a preacher’s choir, not ungrateful, already know a bit

Again, reincarnate fever, prove I’m wrong, chosen 1, same damned thing all over again, s#it!

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Keb' Mo' #SlowDownCD #SoonAsIGetPaid on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NEJx59fKPUE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

War For The Planet of The Apes - Battle Scenes (2019) Edited

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WaitAMinute #WaitASecond #EyesAintWaitinForNobody #DiamondInTheBack #GangstaLean #SunroofBack

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Bobby Womack - Harry hippie

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OnTheAirNow

BUZZ DREAM, TAKE A BUS TO IT

by

richard  j. stephan, i

--------------ROYAL SCAM CANT BE----------------

To feed the expanding man-machine that grows from one cell to a carcass of red coral.

To raise it to my lips and let it loose, oh the fruit of the vine, lovin’ you holy, old grapevine

Oh mama, it’s a deacon and a high priest comin’ down from the mountain way long gone

I’m gamblin’ to get enough money to buy me a house and care, my girls on a front lawn.

This the essence of true romance between a man and a woman, those are my kind’s ilk

Languid but not too bittersweet, a caress to my skin and bones feels like mama’s milk

What I tasted from the woman who made me was a formula of iron and and a mini-soul

To feed the expanding man-machine that grows from one cell to a carcass of red coral.

A treasure chest full of doubloons to weigh down the cage you and I are in, money, money

Soul survivor of the trip through the Earth cosmos and human civilization of 99 naked apes

Pretending that there’s a gag on God is the joke of the minions who follow the trick pony

Can’t you see what I saw, it flashed like the dawn’s first light, awakened the Many, dreamer,

Girls on the boardwalk and on the boulevard all pushin’ to shove One in between the legs

Why though? That’s a good question...why do we scratch where there’s a pair aces pushed

Nobody cares to know that we’re all runnin’ on empty, nearly out of gas and oil, beer kegs

Ran behind for three seconds, I still got to the future, I dreamt this and now it’s crushed.

Paved the road to the end of the line where a desert lines the stomach of the devourer

Eats everything in sight from dawn until dusk, sleeps near the leftovers blooms of God

Unseen and here then gone with no trace left in physical and emotional rescue red blood

It makes sense if it’s nonsense you seek, there’s gold in them thar hills, triggered a tiger!

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r j j stephan, i *Delaware River crossing of Gen. Georgewashington & Gen. #AdamStephenhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Washington%27s_crossing_of_the_Delaware_River

c. August 1st, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Steely Dan #MyOldSchool & other hits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rFnwczuvb74 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BREAD @BREAD @EnEspanol

@2:22 A.M. FIRE’S IN YOUR MIND!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 31, 2019

-------#BetterNotLetHimIn-------

 

For no good reason at all, there are bacteria waiting to eat every cell in your discarded souls

You think there’s much more or a little invisible less than this world of physical, body holes

Punks grown in the home with or without the moral imperative to do unto others before I do

Because in the end, this mother of an Earth that I am is gonna treat you like bones and rocks!

For one moment, I am going to attempt to bring the elders who recollect the 70’s, this era end

Sharing is not as important as knowing that this is for your eyes only, not your mate or friend

Broken, so sharp, cuttin’ like a knife in the darkness of twilight, I don’t care, I don’t know why

Presented the walkin’ apes to Adam & Eve, this is gold, sweet by & by godseye, yep, It all dies!

Think about tomorrow when the Earth spins around yet again in it’s finite wisdom to wobble

In the same rotation as it’s orbit around the One thing that makes all the sense in a lye bubble

When bread’s truth is recognized as Illusion as it has always been, dawn comes upon 99 apes

Eyes of apes see what they see and then they jump the sharks, follow lemmings, smoke vapes.

I don’t want to leave and I know you don’t either, it’s a survival mechanism in the DNA genes

For surviving, remaining alive and thriving in a petri dish of viral bacteria’s holy sycophancy

Never wantin’ the dream to end, staying awake and without pain or suffering as long as...um

Nobody knows when their winding turn leads to nowhere in the Cosmos but the time’ll come.

For the next twenty minutes, your soul readies for flight, make sure you got clean blue jeans

On the way to the place in space where you’ll never be able to put into the words, All of It Is...

Sensational and upsetting because of the disappointment with believing what’s impossible go

To stop on your own with your own brakes or to be terminated by the robots’ laws, God blow.

Reverence for pews in the churches and the castrates who run the descendants of the Christ

Imaginary commandments and faithful rules, categorical imperatives to force Ape-manners

Born and raised to bring Hell up from Hades, from the bowels of Earth’s fired-up inner core

Showing Earth’s dirt and rocks are the remnants of the star that is no more, see, it’s dead ore!

All that’s left over from the Big Bang is the Love you make to the ones you are graces to enjoy

Boys and girls, men and women, all too human beyond their fourteen plus years, feel the joy

Makin’ the climax the thing itself that makes the species run its course, onto DNA extinctions

So, keep on movin’ past 2:22, the pretender must animate the wings, beat drums, blow horns.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. July 31st, 2019 @ 2:22 AM PST

{ penned to #70sClassicHits #AlbumOfTheDecade #HowLongHasThisBeenGoinOn? youTube Awoken my link @ https://youtu.be/OCf66NE4n-w }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Svengali #Robespierre & #MA

ADD, DIVIDE, SUBTRACT & SOLVE *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 30, 2019

--------------DIVIDED BY TWO--------------

All I ever wanted was to complete the mission and retire to the resting place below the rocks

Who in the infinite dream of Zeus knew? Nobody here and now or they won’t tell all of us

Y’all aren’t the only ones that are sorry about what you’re not responsible for, lay me down

It’s about all you know for certain, it’s gonna happen to gringos and amigos, it’ll all be blown.

Dance a moment or two in the liberty of being alone, infinitely free of a blue moon hide-out

From an enlightening, awesome come to Jesus’ group or Buddah’s empty, silk pillow doubt

Pills to swallow for the movement of blood through holy arteries and veins, straight-up barn

Deeper than the words can dig and cut, a slice invisible to the gravity below, pullin’ God darn.

Got down from Maine to California, Washington to Florida and it’s all the same, I’ll get to it

This and that there spent gold and silver for the life blood of the ground, Texas Tea, all for me

Just because I am the strongest is the only reason why I survived Existence’s exam for a PhD

Ugly americana wanted to absorb my 208 bones in this dog eat dog world, so I ate Word, see?

In every way I can think of, causes and effects happen to the best of us and the worst of us too

The scoop on the whole shebang is a deep subject, it has an answer you may not want to blow

Through your ears to hear it, into your eyes to see it, it’s aromatic, OMG good taste in sounds

Hearin’ rocks roll down the middle road with me, sounds like a record of my jokers rebounds.

If you don’t give me everything that I decide that I want then I call you what you are, #Racist!

A pollywog type of human, started as a baby and accepted the magic spell as reality of a blitz

Kiss down to this and that until you just cannot pucker up even one more time, lips smacked

Feelings, emotional rescue on a back burner, don’t care, it’s the End, the deck’s been stacked.

I learned to serve the mathematical tables with due respect, I needed to count ones and twos

Until the final quotient, the last kiss I needed to complete the mission to break a spell, Blues

From alpha to omega I’m stuck in the middle somewhere near the phibetacappa or gamma

For certain, for soothe I say for the last time, It ain’t my fault, blame the party on God & Ma!

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r j j stephan, i *cartoon’s signification: Bring the #TrojanHorse on in for maintenance!”

c. July 30th, 2019 A.D. Tuesday @ 1:11 AM PST

{ #Inagoddadavida Hey now, where’s my #SlipShot #KISS? Got no sleep but I’m strong playin’ the Drew Zingg youTube mix, no mistake! link @ https://youtu.be/YohFkkJDw1A }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoNotSeekMeEyeAmNotThere #SharpedDressedMan @ZZTop @BobDylan

DIG DOWN INTO THE DEEP HOLE

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 29, 2019

--#joker to the #thief---#SomeKindaWayOuttaHere--

 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Manner of speakin’ all things named this n’ that, mosquito bitten shooters, azure shots 2x2

All jacked up, all of it but we are all there is, we’re all or it, there’s nothing outside of here

Space and Time are the illusions of the drunken, mind-altered by plants of psychotic fear

Angels all feared to go to the place mama told us to beware of, the danger leading to death.

Drunk no more when every bottle of moonshine breaks Jack'd #BlackLabelWhiskey to bits

Yell and sing, croon and cry the jazz and blues and country rock, fillin’ in Garlic festival fits

Why do morons and idiots make it past human conception, what was wrong, tell their mama

Dropped on their heads, starved of formula, iron, minerals for brain malfunction, kill papa.

Crows n’ ravens #AllJackedUp with #futura-eChat you taste well enough, take bytes my shill!

They don’t care if you’re good or evil, they care that you taste well enough to git down to it pal

Don’t shoot the messenger when you get the drift, go propose your abstract counter example

There ain’t any, you don’t know like I do, planted stooges know it, Word power’s my freewill.

Here’s a miracle, that I man could be born to this world to force Peace and Prosperity on all

Good guys and Bad guys, patrons of the Good and the Evil, here and now before death’s knoll

Adam’s Eve or a gravitationally collapsed atom created from a Void or #EvilGenius god-sons

Magic potions and spells of sounds of gibberish, beckoning the idiots who roam dimensions.

You know medicine men can’t help you get all jacked up, they want you to remain, copacetic

In the depths of despair and at the pinnacle of ecstasy, nothing remains to be seen, it’s a Void

Nothing from nothing leaves nothing and everybody knows deep down within, quickening tic

Jacked up intercourse, demoncratic bad attitude, still #TimeFlies on Earth’s rollin’ spheroid.

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r j j stephan, i

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

{ drafted to ZZ TOP'R #Doubleback & HITS youT link @ https://youtu.be/y9zw_79tlgM }

W.W.A.R.D.??

#IBelieveNothing #ScepticismIsAllOfIt @ZZTop #BlackFlyHits #GloryDays #SpringsteeN

GLORY DAYS, WEALTH & HUMANS

by

RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN
SUNDAY, JULY 28, 2019

ssssss#ZZTopss#BlowYoTopsssss

Tried to scratch my back and it was a no goo-goo for mom Earth’s hairy ape Supernova tomb

It is here and now and just as grim as the first day of the revelation, that’s a remedy, A bomb

A need to eat food due to the hunger of the fire in the belly, where’s the creator’s faulty scum

Liquid, solid from beginning natural gas of the Oneness or from a Void snapped to be a bum.

Boys and girls gatherin’ ‘round the dwindling fire before it goes out for the black night ahead

Ice cold beer and J.D. Tennessee whiskey might help me and the full moon pass away, dread

Black, opaque emptiness of Power, just a blazing star of a whole soul we’re Mrs. & Mr. Void

Comparative literature of the calculus and the physics behind the chemistry, I write to avoid.

Whatever has never been thought about I could care less about, as opposed to GAF about god

On my knees way more than average GI Joe from the 1960’s, oldest son, an altar boy’s vault

Speakin’ Latin and dodgin’ bullets from the .38 had my crack in the crosshair, fired up a dud

Never hurt so much that I wanted to die to end Pain, I’m sure y’all have but it ain’t my fault!

Down underneath the crust of the planet, imagine the shape of Earth without H or O, no H2O

You can imagine at the back of your mind, sandy desert with hungry snakes and dead gumbo

What it’s all about by the by, is to take on down and disappear with long gone, shots and beer

Out of cash in Big Sur, sold my electronics to a ‘guy’ to git bullets, drank 151Rum, shot a deer.

Advantage to survive all alone without another of the same species, to be selfish is to survive

In case you never thought about it, you can’t stay a little longer, amiga lover, let’s super thrive

Until it comes time to defend the loved one with all of your power, even your life, lay it down

Kiss that #FakeMe if you see me, sodium first, primate fusion, shot straight away, I’m blown!

Storm in this dream are just the Time in Space between Earth’s revolutions in elliptical orbit

Around and about a holy and necessary thing that’s happening, the atomic fusion’s sol-fission

None of the behavior of the minions who govern the mob rule and execute bad boy infection

Meaning rebellion must be next to suicide, can’t have it, don’t want it but the lonely just do it.

Trapped like food that can’t get away from the dinner table or even away from the red hot fire

Barbecued by the RR tracks, holy bones and organic matter, special patties of muck and mire

Suckin’ down to the empty center of a finite remnant of a Big Bang or a stealthy twitter-tweet

Don’t put yourself in my place, I’m tired and bored, let us spark redwood flames, #YouFired!

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #GiveItUp #ShowMeWhereItsAt ZZtop - zupy i zapiekanki new CD What's Goin On Qatar eh? #ZZTopGoin50 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/I8LZMne7wfQ }

#BlackCat FINIS