#BackwardsInTime #WeAreOneAndMany

A 4.5 BILLION YEAR GODLESS WAY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 14, 2019 @5:55AMPST

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Mars crashed into the Earth accidentally and it left the moon to keep the tides animated

Without the moon, who are you? Not you that’s for certain, you’ve got no soul, no body

Humanity is not an amphibolyte, Earth’s crust down to the core is the cosmic rock eddy

Of Nothing, of the Void, of the emptiness you know of being all alone, now you’re baited.

Minerals identify the gas of God, the divine nature of the Thing Itself, what substance Is

No personality formed until the evolved animation of the exploding atoms in the Big Fizz

Crust dried, spent gas turned solid waste, liquid fishing hole of the gods, One is what it is

Logic and Reason will bruise the faith in the unknown but Nothing is stronger than rocks.

Oxygen and Hydrogen and then here we are, now and then doubting the nature of the beast

Eating one another, merging with visible evidence, holy dead stars are all too humane blood

Meteorites and their parental meteors evolve into mankind, worship the Void as soul of gods

A matrix, a menudo of darkness and brightness, blown rock-stones pole to pole, neon racists.

Acid transubstantiated into your head to your toes, DNA duplication, code cell to shape of me

Form’s substance, things themselves independent of this planet do not exist, All there is, see?

Live life and be happy that you’ve got a moment in Time because, it’s NOT normal, it’s a fluke

If and only if you understand this notion of being and it’s demise, happy woman, happy man.

Ninety three million miles away, five billion years from now, the sun turns into an 8th dwarf

Snow White will have been long gone by then, the winter will remind nobody I have to barf

No men or women, nothing that we recognize as a form of living being, God of rogue atoms

Gas, atoms of plasma get excited just being themselves, far away from stars, become oceans.

Freemason mysteries and an inheritance of the holy monkeys’ mothers and fathers overplay

All from the Absolute, a total eclipse of the Earth’s moon and everything else, white dot holes

Obscured by an ecliptic roll, First Cause is an accidental infinite hole of all too human souls

Angular momentum’s quantum mechanics, a singularity’s event horizon, Space & Time, eh?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:30 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to CARLOS SANTANA #EvilWays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/shnzuvyc3_U }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BeTheBawl #Omnipresence #OneMoreThing

BREATH OF O2, GANGSTAS’ PUFFS *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, September 13, 2019

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On being a part of the crew that nobody knows, devil dogs and cool cats, all too human DNA

Blue ribbon, top notch & pep gave the story of Archie, Betty, Veronica and Jughead gold dust

Nothing more nor less than every comic of Archie & the crew graced my trips on the CTA bus

I tried to breathe in and out when the air wasn’t being welcomed into my lungs, breath away!

Mouth agape, kick my jaw shut with my dog-tag jammed into my rotted, kicked in false teeth

Then I can laugh my cracked up, conscious, superego soul into oblivion, OMG Friday the 13th

Wind and the spin make the wobble mix the heat with the wet water, rock salt’s putrid sewer

It’ll be animated if you will it to be, takin’ my breath away, she’s a First Cause’s snow blower.

Heart of plaster and bones of plankton and ether, that’s all of it, nothing to it, all of it, yea

There is a price to pay and that tag has nothing to do with gold or money, it’s a death day

Every day is, yours and mine are on the way from somewhere in future time, already Past

Rich man rags or poor man’s uniform, cutoffs and a tank-top, heart exposed to be outcast.

Carbon date the sundial’s shadows, recollect the mean and nasty men who hooked women

Breeding the herds that roam the seven continents, with or without universal health care

All for the One that claims the borrowed time eventually, down a rabbit hole of sea men

Still struggling on that fateful night or day, while at sleep, at sea, in the air, where I dare.

But alright now, it’s gonna happen whenever accidental meetings of powerful Illuminati

Mother’s and human not to mention divine, Nature is probably just as fine without me

It needs you though, Nature isn’t through with you until you cough up the cash overdue

Taxed in all of the past lives, reincarnation did not erase the eternal debt, let me tell you.

Karma is this here that makes that there, infused into the essence of Thor’s Mjolnir hammer

Odin or Zeus or even a space dimension beyond comprehension, fertile minds don’t stammer

#WordsUp for the characters of form and color, blue ice crystal, five-sided shape, holy SILT

Whether a mason, a pope, a guy in a bar or a bum trip in a comic strip, pinball’s in full TILT.

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r j j stephan, i * header is ‘Friends of Archiecomics.com

c. September 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Eddie Money [#RIP brother, check ya on the other side] listenin’ to #ShesLikeAMove from #LoveAndMoney, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4hIqpID6h8U }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PowerWithin #NothingWithout #Elvis @EddieMoney @VanillaFudge

FRY DAY, ONE 3 STUPID? b@1*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, September 13, 2019

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First of all, I’ve got street cred for me to know and you to find out, baloney grist of the meat

Ignorance is one thing but #StupidShouldHurt you, AG and everyone else who thinks sheet

About the nature of the beasts, the Earth, the sun and stars of Space, regarding the One, only

A universe that has little or nothing to do with the morality or ethics of the hominidal party.

It’s a matter of hashtagging your typed/tapped digital reproduction of your inner self’s suck

Goin’ down fast as the gravity and the rock and roll impediments will allow, it’s a mind pfuq

Not only for the sake of the human race but also for the only reason, a Humpty Dumpty slam

All the King’s men put the broken egg of origin back together again, the DNA is Eve & Adam.

Extinction of the Life on Earth will be done in some random lifetime not ours but then again

You and I never know when they want you to clear your throat or talk to a prism camera lens’

Watch an old movie you’ve seen many times like #MASH, #GoneWithTheWind or #TheBirds

Your false teeth fall out, your #Polident fails, you didn’t even use any, gum ‘em out, #Words.

Double dog dare the triple mad dogs in the pack, in the herd of cows that become a pig’s stop

Ham’s from a pig, flesh on soul filled bones, a brain of a Hog from pig wombs’ full of wet slop

In a position for the mathmatical and philosophical analysis of the thing itself, bride & groom

When my fingers n’ toes nails stop growing in a casket’s box, sweep my dusted witch’s broom.

This won’t happen again, this spin is your spin and it’s all you’ll get, stick a fork in that pork

Enjoy the ride or not, make an error and go to prison or live to be old on social security dork

Gimme back my bullets, ma, papa or brothers, sisters or kids for Papafrancisco Saint’s sake

Good God, evil’s the reversal, the Evil, Live spelled backward, bizarre being, I’m wide awake!

Fried baloney and chicken fried eggs on the spit, hot cakes and maple, cool watermelon seed

Hot coffee bean soaked in scalding H2O, syrup of the mountain lions’ prey, humanity’s creed

Movement, animation on the ground, in the air or under the sea, whatever floats your token

I blog the spots when they appear out of nowhere, right in front of my holy eyes, wide open.

The Yin and the Yang move about the matrix within the heads of humanity’s asymmetrical sign

Half of a non-circular, empty comma, linked us all in a climate changes’ neon dream, so lucid

I am not going to die before my time, it’s my time at any moment, now then, I am only a Kid

Money talks and it’s singing plenty of warbled words, wind pipes stoked toes over a fine line.

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r j j stephan, i * #StupidShouldHurt (A&G) yet does NOT, check the stupido in the mirror!

c. September 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:59 AM PST #FridayHashtagYoMama #FridayThe13th

{ drafted listenin’ to Eddie Money HITS youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2tcD_dVcXE4}

W.W.A.R.D.?

@MorganWallen #UpDown #WhuChuKnowBoutItCleo ? @TheBeachBoys #SurferGirl

SURFIN’ WAVE, SIP ‘ROUND TRUTH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 12, 2019

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Cannot act my age {2}, deserted on Earth, negative ground surf of Chicago’s Oak Street beach

Nevertheless, my two bits of what I believe might shed black light in the apeman monkey ball

Coming from the ancient languages translated into my own, Indian ink and tree pulp of Word

I mean electronic disturbance of light on a program’s blank screen, a fake memory of a Lord.

Pretend you were just born and you have no idea what’s going on in the hospital and the flow

Either you have people who care about your infancy or you don’t, either way you live and die

Free will and free choice are the way we accommodate facts of life, out of our finite control

Pretend that you’ll live forever and nothing can stop you from doing anything, that is a lie!

We’re all gonna die someday, sooner or later, I don’t want to go, I have grief for the departed

Still, something more than a soul and consciousness I can’t see must be comin’, right she said

If not, if this is it, then THAT explains the nature of Life as it appears to my 5 senses, Z is A

On being, there’s the end of my days, philosophical ideas that keep me here, make me stay.

Existence of all animals and plants, of which I am a mere, minuscule campfire of holy 8 balls

Won’t allow the abortions nor the closure of orphanages or infanticide of fake sacrificial dolls

Pearls of wisdom flowing from the doctors and lawyers lips and the most unlikely to succeed

As the next POTUS dreams of being the One who will save the world from the poll tax bleed.

Historical knowledge in retrospect, the hunters and gatherers were both lucky and wise

For the DNA to flourish, successful survival skills were founded by accident or teachings

From whatever came down to this planet from up above or down below and left, in a UFO

Nothing else left other than stories and recollections of blind faith jumpers into a holy hole.

Nowhere else to go except back and forth from the places you’ve been to the places you’ll be

By air, earth or sea on the way from here to there, to see the day and night, in another scree

Cannot discern the mode of being once inside the deep state of the One Being, Earth’s crust

No hell or heaven, just here and now so enjoy the ride or wait for the ridiculous cosmic dust!

Faith you received from the firemen who couldn’t save our lady of the angels, hot as tropics

Back in the 1950’s they waxed the floor with combustible shine, looked good for the myopics

Or President or Mayor of the Second City, where I come from so I can say for whom bells toll

If it wasn’t for dumb luck with no safe place, wax fire melted, trigger-angels yelled, Let’s Roll!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Morganwallen #WhiskeyGlasses & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FjBp30kjzTc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Senorita #Senora #Mamacita #LosLonelyBoys #GreggAllman

BYTES OF JAKO & JELLY JO MAGIC

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 12, 2019

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It’s as easy as it sounds, we just put on a show makin’ our sponsors happy with the plugs

We’re like #PlugsBiden, we just want to be rated high on the totem pole of Arbitron #ugs

Sincere for the most part, you never know when sarcasm will bite into a bone of you or me

Yet one and the same way every single time, there’s an origin and there’s decline, a destiny.

In WORD, I believed with the blind faith of the minions before my insignificance, but I saw

To perceive, to sense nuns’ tall tales and priests’ masquerades are above and below the law

Where they say, this is a species’ repercussion for disobeying an odd up and down corollary

An infinitesimal, unknowable theorem that neither mathematics nor epistemology will vary.

Imagine cows without boys, running with the herd, wherever the buffalo roam, there’s cows

Bulls of course and the two genders of horse, goat and chicken, all we have to do is eat them

Metabolize the life out of them and into our bloody bones and free minds of a cuckoo’s nest

It’s not the fault of the random DNA recombinations, it’s a matter of the #LuckOfTheDraw.

I asked my dad why more often than I thought because I believed everything he said, honest!

My pops did not know how to fabricate the Truth, I mastered the Art of Rhetoric, I’m the best

Not because I wanted to be the best, it just happened after I completed my mission, accompli

Corporate One, It is the narrow and only Way to get along with a Void, Nothing’s antimatter.

Mass served hundreds of times, in Latin and in English, changing a miraculous thing into me

What is this substance, this essence of chemical reactions with mitotic subdivisions’ fit to be

Your mind and feelings have no existence without the flesh, blood and bones to talk and walk

Be nice to yourself, be good to all as if they will return the favor, no harm, no foul, let’s rock!

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r j j stephan, i *header Armstrong & Getty in effigy, M-F @6-10AM PST @ Talk 650 KSTE

c. September 12, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Gregg Allman #PleaseCallHome & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RLUE8LeDcCk }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoToChurch #GoToHehl #NoSugarTonightInMyCoffee @GuessWho #ICanFixADrinkToo @911 #911

A GIRL’S IN IT? #911 SALTY PEANUT

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, September 11, 2019
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Put something missing where it’s supposed to be, discover that life in a Mariana Trench glove

Something to eat, something to drink, somewhere to lay your head without a worry my wart

If you put a girl in it, everything seems a lot better than the first time, nothing like a last one

I remember the final one, the last one, the last time of huggin’ and kissin’ the dream comin’.

It’s holy, it’s sacred and it’s the good life of dancin’ under the moonlight, spirits in the night

Drinkin’ cold beer and some white lightenin’ firewater, it’s the party we all came for fathers

Keepin’ the mothers away from DNA stash and the cache of cash works for minute, shakin’ it

That is the end of the tune, right there with fingerprints and facial recognition of my sisters.

You will and you think that is all that it takes to cause the effects of life and death, final idea

From one big mouth to a loud mouth, inherited by the DNA of the gene pool, just say it! Dah!

When the doubts leave your soul and there’s nothing but the star stuff, cosmic menudo of Ga

Everything between the matter, the Void is the matrix of conceptual analysis’ core, a panacea.

With or without you and I, without the thoughts and history of Mankind, there’s just Rocks

Wind and Fire whip around the burned out star stuff we came from, the Ra, the Ala peacocks

Roosters and hens, bucks and doze, mamas and papas, spin, live and die in Evil and in Good

Time is tight and shorter than you think, assume you and your soul will be consumed food.

Maybe not eaten by an animal or bacteria or a virus but for certain, disintegration’s specialty

Integration is indentured servitude to the powers that be, controllers of the taxes and royalty

Like the wizard of Oz, it’s all behind the curtains, hidden from my Skynyrd in Muscle Shoals

Why are YOU alive? What will happen when the 7th dwarf dies? Snow White’s funk, Holes!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 11th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #CiscoKid & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rvYODVTHC2I }

 W.W.AR.D.?

#GetDownBeforeYouGetUp #WARTheBand

HOURS FROM HERE, ROMEO I AM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 10, 2019

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Inventing no means to survive booked, blinded and bamboozled on a teeny, tiny sea Princess

Eclipse means that there’s always something to come between short skirts and slips, my hand

Whether it’s the sun, the moon, other planets and their moons or a fake cosmic stellar eclipse

From the origin, alpha that proceeds to the omega at the end’s destination, Time’s hour glass.

Whales and porpoises, sharks and sea salt entering the seven holes, inherited by ape DNA

To the absolutely temporary feeling of being alive in a kind of dream, no power to control it

Only a random series of causes and effects that accumulate to form the philosophy of a mind

It’s better than you thought but not as good as it once was, sleeping giant body, awakened.

Paranoid and schizophrenic nature of the pampered, spoiled baby, child, adolescent human

Deeply sunk in quicksand and looking forward to getting help to pull out the life that’s left

Inside the heart and head, waving arms and sinking Nike covered feet, white Levi blue jean

In search of the ultimate Truth that cannot be corrupted by Word of a Pink Panther theft.

It’s unknown if the X factor is a divisor or subtraction, zero minus zero equaling a fat zero

Banquet for the little league of children hitting and catching baseballs around a grass park

Perfection’s the whole shebang, positives and negatives, outside and inside a neutral hero

Where it is, nobody knows, nobody can tell, everyone thinks a soul, a spirit of the shark.

Antecedent to some suspect premises which lead to a valid conclusion, prehistorically One

Comedy on stage or on film set just happens because the actors are recorded being fake hair

Up and down the bobber goes tryin’ to trick me into settin’ the hook on nothing but idol air

Cool, it’s just a fluke, the Magic inside like Disney, will never terminate the man hair-bun.

Avoid the dead meat and dead plants and you’ll starve to death waiting for the protein adds

What do you know? It’s happening all over again, the mental and physical chess game, lads

Hot and cold, good and bad, wool and satin/silk, it’s all in the game called Love, below above

Found myself in the cradle of love goin’ downstream but not yet in the cradle of True Love.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ #FireInTheHOle listenin’ to Billy Idol #RebelYell & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VdphvuyaV_I }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OldNormalIsExtraordinary ... in #Podunk #WatchinWavesRollOffTheRocks #SippinWhiskeyOutTheBottle #SweetHomeAlabama #UncleKracker #Sundown

PRISON PRIZE FIGHT, WARD WINS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 10, 2019

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Warden wanted this to be this way, warden has nobody to answer to, warden is the king of us

In the penitentiary and hoosegow of the minions, keepin’ the ones who know no golden rules

Doing to everyone else everything you wouldn’t want to be done to your form, your DNA pool

Morons and idiots related to your mother and father, your friends, your aunts & uncles, cuz!

Matter that blew out of the sun’s participation in the #BigBang, theoretically plausible scree

Before there was something, there was nothing, a Void devoid of atoms’ protons and charm

Molecular generation presumes degeneration and you personally will have no idea what it is

Nevertheless, it will be what it will be, it is what it is and there’s no need to pretend, kin to be.

Snakes came first, then the slither wormed it’s way down yonder into the bowels of home kin

In a trance since way back when, all without the youngsters who had no idea what it was, see?

Cut wide open teenager captured in the web of the forces of the air’s wind and deep end’s sin

For the sake of the satiation of the beast within, I am One or Two, maybe a Trinity of scuzzy.

Big bottles of whiskey, so fine, don’t know why but they get your spirits high as the ball jars

Oh and the smoke from the acres of twisted leaves, punked and moved into the ether’s cars

Fine, so fine you can’t see it but you’re crashed in it, moved too fast and ran into the walls

Nothing left, just this and that and some words that mean nothing special, y’all got no balls!

It’s gonna be worth a try if you can jump off of a plateau into a netherworld’s sweet nothings

For us to know and for them to find out, nobody will know the end after it’s over, except God

And there ain’t One God, there are many, look at how many souls move the matter of kings

Queens have much to do with the hive, #Stonehenge or not, go find the Truth, It’s a #Hotrod.

by

r j j stephan, i

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

{ jammed listenin’ to some Littlefoot .& Alexander King #OG chit #DontWait #ROSAP #RaisedOnSkynyrdAndPac ...don’t hesitate one second link @ https://youtu.be/LMvy3BalcW0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhereRubberMeetsYourMama #NotConceived #BackToTheSeaOfLove #RockMyCradledWorld

OH LOTTI DEE, LOTTI DAH!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 10, 2019

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Chicago to Texas, Florida to New Jersey to Washington and California, I fly friendly skies

I find nothing other than what I am looking for which is, my kind of town, friendly old pods

For the babies and the older folk turnin’ clocks back to the infant side of life, where life dies

We all have to roam the plains and valleys looking for the reason to be alive, dad said gods.

Home to me and home to you are two different things, to me it’s wherever I am here, so pitch

Could be the north or south side, east or west border or just inside the prison of singer’s hood

Bottom line is to breathe or not to breathe is not entirely up to me personally, there’s a hitch

When it comes right down to the thing itself, this bag of 208 bones and a few quarts of blood.

Prompt or tardy, all life matters, we kill things before we eat them, very nice, all too humane

Nothing personal meant to cast aspersions on anyone’s religion or philosophy of life in a can

Food saved from spoiling, water and milk saved from being polluted with refuse shat in holes

Sent down deep into the bored holes below the outhouse container con-game, tricks in bowls.

Fine messes we’ve created from scratch, clean slate to begin and scratched with dark cloud Id

Undercover, underneath a veneer of mahogany cosmogony, a surge of spunk emerges, um, yo

Without warning and just because the plumb needs to animate the functional essence, an Ego

Heads are really not dead, they’re deadheads drinkin’ Ripple and Spanada, waitin’ to be a kid.

Blown minds of cannibal TNT, eating ourselves into extinction, bleeding hearts of blue blood

It all comes out of me, when the heartbeat slows down and reaches the final pump of the pud

Everything is spent, everything is broken and ready to be repaired, the fix is in, I’m right on it

From the #GetGo, It’s what it is to be this me I inherited from Ma & Pa, breath in some chit.

Bent broken rules more than anyone else would have, so disobedient and such a vow breaker

It is what my great, great grandfathers and grandmothers would have expected, I paid the bill

Approached with the fatality of death, I chose to survive and live in the viral bacteria, free will

Recollect the reason why mother and father mated? For the spice of life, love of a #climaxer.

Survival of the ‘Fit’ and entertainment of the less qualified to survive on a solo flight into hehl

Not down to the core of planet Earth but to the place in Space that is nowhere in Time, we fell

Here and now, Space and Time perceived by sensation, recorded for recollection, to be or not

Mental case that ought to be in a cuckoo bird nest, locked down in a straight jacket, I am hot!

Cooler than iceberg blue, hiding the essence of the atoms’ muck and mire, a rib bone of a God

Pleased and thanked all of the Ones who came before and left before you and I arrived, blood

Just whistling Dixie in the downwind knowing that it cannot be discerned by minions of mine

Appearance of compassion, essence of divinity, God’s dam of H2O is a dam, watermelon rind.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ jammed this out of the genome while listenin’ to the #BadAsse RLBurnside. Leadbelly #EverythingIsBroken on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ckWvocU0B94 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

TIME OF DEPARTURE, ON THE 5:55; You've got to #Funkify! #Chicago

 PERFECT, AS VOID AS FUNK, IT IS #1

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, September 9, 2019

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What it is everyone who didn’t know tried to tell me, showed me the ways to find out about it

YOU just need to shut your mouth and be quiet, nobody wants to know the truth or bull skit

Games of the plays in the world where animals and plants try to stay away from the hungry

All animals and plants will be eaten in the end, by the dream of the hu-men, all she hit-men.

Y’all either know what I’m talkin’ about or you don’t, if you don’t you’re a toy of the problem

Therefore, I was born to channel this ONE word through the black-white funk colored system

Where you think, therefore you are what you think, and you’re not kiddin’ that It is crazy cool

On hills or in the caves of cliffs, if there is food, fire and sex, THEY are comin’ here for it, fool!

Who THEY are? Somebody tell me...all I know is that I’m not the ONE, SOMEONE else is IT

Alpha that is the First Cause of the progress of finite Time, empty Space, cosmic comic s#it

Look at my face, listen to the nature of the beast’s scree, the empty, middle way to the Truth

Stop and listen for a few more moments, it All flows down from the volcano’s funk, forsooth.

Destroy nothing and you get nothing in return, even Steven, it’s a wash and zero net zero says

What it is, voidness’ invariability is absolute, not an atom or electronic, holy Void of neutrons

Pretend or witness with the perception display of the six senses, death of Earth’s certain, sons

That is what I’ve always wanted to tell you but I knew What It Is would ruin your future days.

Baby comes forth, child sees no evil, hears no evil and does evil once the live show begins It

Evil is Live spelled in reverse, It’s not my fault that it’s that way, It just Is, that is all, so I quit

Not one day has been wasted in attempting to become enlightened from the altar boy credos

I believe, I have faith, I’m a crusader to find the holy grail that doesn’t exist in any star’s dirt.

Funk of the morning’s afternoon is the darkness of the evening when the ignorance resumes

When the hunger is satisfied by hunters and gatherers of meat, potatoes, DNA leafy legumes

Herding and hunting for the things to eat to pass the time, spun nights’ days of blinded faith

Nothing but the next day and an imaginary afterlife dream scenario, left for the fear of death.

Written word of what this is will be uttered and shuttered due to it’s indubitable holy squalor

Word Up or Word Down, it’s the bait cast and the catch of You, is the dawn of your splendor

Eyes wide open, breathing the gas in and out to crank the mind into a frenzy, a tizzy and War

Tickled the powers, always seeking the intercourse and the party of Funk’s sea, 1, 2, 3 & four.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ drafted for those who’ll never read the words here, there or anywhere, it is What It Is anyways, & It Sure Is Funky, while listenin’ to the Temptations #WhatItIs ...We could have had it #GoinOn youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GRsqdItB3gU }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#GodDontLetMeLooseMyNerve - @CarlosSantana #SoSupernatural #AllDayLongAgain #AdInfinitum

MISSISSIPPI WHEN I WAS 19, Y’ALL*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 8, 2019

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It’s not my fault for the way I think, Mississippi roll the way you understand, y’all do wonder

As a matter of fact, all that matters is that you are at home with the way you feel about yonder

I mean, down yonder past the final pump of your heart when the dream ends, forever all gone

Certified by the ones who cannot bear to smell the smell of the dead and gone, six foot down.

Gone already, Hawaii to Alaska, over to Japan, SKorea, California, Illinois, Texas & Montana

All of the tunnels go two ways, back and forth, nevertheless it’s the only way home to nirvana

Nothing for us to recollect, you don’t want to remember the bum deal you’ve made, kiss this

Last good thing you’ll ever see before your sentence to the rock quarry forever, pump my fist.

Don’t cry like a baby because you can’t get a shot at strangling me, live the way I talk to be fit

There’s nothing more you can do other than wait like the rest of the living. waiting for an end

Just like Sunday morning, yours is coming soon enough, one of seven days of dirty Earth, It

Bugs, bunnies, birds, ducks, eagles’ R&DNA in all present life, alien crash, tired of a godsend.

I’m going to leave the rest of the saga up to you to finish, you’ve got the tools to evaluate & go

Collect two hundred dollars when you pass go, then roll die for doubles or the jail blow of Joe

Coming down to the bottom line at the end of the stars’ story, it just never ends, on to infinity

Unfathomable to finite mongers of Time’s Space, I’ll guess who we all are and oh, it’s schitty!

Drinkin’ a whole fifth on the sixth or the ninth is a sign of giving up on being a sober success

Nobody gets drunk on alcohol and succeeds at being reasonably logical, extinction in distress

If you plan on being addicted to anything other than air and water and plants, forget about it

There’s nothing else in the universe y’all, nothing is hidden, old Miss knows, Big Muddy chit!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #Supernatural Carlos Santana #Devadip on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MNcB0l0H9qE }

• #BurnedAtNineteen

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