P H I L O S O P H I A: 10 November 2019

Saturday, November 16, 2019

#CircleBack #ItsOverNow #CircleJerk #RainDown #WordUp @ACDC @CCR @ModRodStew #GetTheHehlOffTheTracks

A TRIP TO GHANA, #GA-DANGME

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 16, 2019

------ #BeSpecific ----- E=mC2

I suppose nothing is infinite and the finite is all of this matter and energy light-speed

We’ve exchanged the life for the death of the dream, it appears to be over at the end

I suppose nothing is infinite and the finite is all of this matter and energy lightspeed

Domino effect of original innocence through The Struggle & #fakenews enlightenment.

Last to fall is very close to the first to have risen from the rocks and saltwater mud

Bums and gypsies evolved into the zoo keepers we are, insecticide to prevent plague

For the rats and roaches that carry on as if there’s no tomorrow, no heaven or hell

I mean like, #WTF is the matter with the creator of the matrix? Is this a Way to be?

Down a middle path from chaos to order and back around in a circular jerk off/on

Stress inside of you due to fear and loathing, it becomes load-heavy traffic of sons

And especially the daughters, sisters and mothers who have the XX code for MAN

Now a cell of acid and then suddenly, a linguistic, naked ape and a saga of dreamin’.

YOU, I will die, we’ll all move from this plane’s action to the Black Hole to come, eh

Imagine that you’ve just found out why life is so strange and now you know, go away

Forget you read it or that I said it or wrote it for you to say it, shout it out loud, faith!

Check fairy’s tales of millennia for the End Game, mouth agape, eyes wide open, fate.

Always was ready for the licks I’d take on the block, around the corners of the hoods

Then one day, I had a cosmic punch from out of nowhere, she looked at me to smile

I don’t know why the Cupid arrow had to come but it never wants to enter bull’s eye

Between my cow’s milk drinkin’ eyes, it shakes and rattles and rolls, I’m the azure sky.

r j j stephan, I

c. Saturday, Blovember 16th, 2019 A.D. 666.ST @ 6:32 AM PST

{ drafted jam to Creedence Clearwater Revival #CrossTieWalker link @ https://youtu.be/dr1UNLMKcwM & a GA diatribe link @ https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b4/Samuel_speaking_Gaa_%28Wikitongues_and_AfroCrowd%29.webm }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, November 15, 2019

@KidRock @LosLonelyBoys #TheWho #ChineseAmericanCollusion @FrederickNietzche & MOI

WHICH FATTY’S MINE, GTFOOH!

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 15, 2019

------------ #EmotionalComponents ------------

Do whatever turns your motor on because the alternative is a junk yard destination, caput

You can dream of me right after you look up in the sky and see the full moon shinin’ afoot

We know, you and me are gonna be together while we’re alive, every life, every time, yep US

We walk side by side, you’ve got my #Six and I’ll defend your bones ‘til my last gasp of dust.

First day I caught your eye, you caught my eye, a night before I wished upon five fallin’ stars

I yelled out loud to the world, on a corner of Don Julio and Elkhorn, #DoesAnybodyNeedMe

Suddenly, I was directed to a hot date with a blind girl, thought she was blind, she had 20/20

Saw right through my veneer of cool and rock solid long-hair hippy dude, ready to work sexy!

Cut my hair off, shaved my beard, sent me off to use my philosophy degree in a egg shell pyre

Where the ego and superego reside with my 101 dalmatian spots of dark hair, where’s the fire

If I need to go into a burning building, it’s out of this world, come on with me, it’s hot though

Get ready to feel like your hair is on fire because it will be gone in a second, bald headed hot!

Apes like us, they don’t shave, males or females, therefore, where did nakedness evolve from?

Evolution and adaption should not allow naked apes to flourish without hair, without the fur

It appears, therefore, that we’ve come here without evolving into hairless apes, we’re cloned

By God or an alien group from outerspace somewhere, created from rock and mud, be boned!

Inside the cosmic egg or my mama’s there was only One, me and then suddenly, millions pop

Finding the narrow way to survive and use Time and Space to my advantage, I ignore the sins

Smokin’ bombs, rockin’ with Lynyrd Skynyrd, from Chicago to Seoul and returned to sender

Back in off-black without a beep, not a lick of streamin’ & shreddin’ axes, beatnik drummer!

Out of backwoods and the middle of a city ghetto, come out scattering when the sky rocks Ra

Like the rats out of their holes, lookin’ to see what’s goin’ on, is it food or a fight or just a fool

All three on a regular basis, in and out of my view, the third eye sees the invisible to the boys

Gotta be a main man who rocks the socks off of the fine little hotties, feel that back stage, Ga.

r j j stephan, i

c. SAMEDI, BLOVEMBER 15TH, 2019 A.D.

{ drafted while listenin’ to Los Lonely Boys Bjcc Kidrock Thewho link @ https://youtu.be/IuJkma4pP3s & https://youtu.be/2I-9kAQiXvc & https://youtu.be/QpKhGNaiS6c }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NANGNR #BeforeWeGoBetterKnow #WhatTimeIsIt ?#WhatWholeThing? #AsIs #WWARD #TheWholeShebang #KickinItInKiev

SUGAR, PUT YO’ HANDS IN THE AIR

Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, November 15, 2019

----- #FatBastardsRock -----

WTF is this? A masquerade party of washed-out coiffures of professors and secretaries

Laughing about how funny it is that they never thought they’d be in the public red eyes

Showing the beautiful dental work of the chuckles will help with the photo-ops’ airbrush

My teeth and you teeth have bitten off more than it can chew, where’s your daddies, eh?

Whistle-blow this with your rights to face your accuser, you ARE guilty by an association

With the dentures slipping in and out of the jaws due to polident failure of #DueProcess

Which constitution are you living under? United in states of amnesia, I recollect it, Yes!

I’ve forgotten everyone and everything before day 1, my day 1 before my concept, sin Sin.

Insider dreams within my cranium are not in the #Ukraine hashtag but millions are, #Word

It was made flesh and It dwelt amongst us, from a hand-off to a fully elongated flipped T-bird

Inspector of the generals sham to keep the troops under the thumb of the Unknown genie jin

Created this dream within a dream by accident or fine-ass design, to wit, beautifully human!

Let me whisper in your ear again, it’s a sweet nuthin’ but my heated breath gets high on Fire

If not the flame itself, sniffing the smoke and soot bring me back home, a Big Bang blow, sire

Knights and paupers, queens, kings, princesses and their history’s phantasmagorical vacuum

Way down the black hole to the singularity when it opens your mind and your guts to empty!

In and out of Time and Space goes the worm, burrowing wherever there’s no resistance here

Rainfall from heaven never reaches the ground of being here and now, dried up prune’s fear

Standing on the corner watching all of the girls go by, from my school and across the tracks

South Jersey down the block, right in back of my bedroom’s window glass, dream flashbacks.

What are you talking about? Two bits of hyperbole for everyone born in a holy see, gold One

US or E, the mail won’t end the strife, data-wars and info-gluttons devour the bytes, two by two

Ready to hurt your feelings, imagine this, you’ve got one more day to live, soon, you are nigh

Contingency appropriated, #FakeNews love of divinity’s POTUS’ peach, an ingrown hair pie.

r j j stephan, i

c. FRIDAY, BLOVEMBER 15TH, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ #Squawk #ConscienceOfTheNation trolling in utero, listenin’ to #FakeNews chatter on the #Marconi listenin’ to The Facebook Church of Armstrong and Getty on Talk 650 KSTE Armstrong & Getty #RunUpTheFlagpole & #InBetween listenin’ to #TheGreatOne RadioAtlantis Mark Street PODCAST link @ https://youtu.be/LjA3LNNg9Kk }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, November 14, 2019

#HashtaggedMyAttitude #StepAside #WrapAPipeAroundYourHead #BIDEN2020 #WAIT #WHAT?

SHE’S IN A BLACK HOLE OF CATS *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 14, 2019

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You really didn’t want to go there but you did, nobody forced you nor me, it’s a free willy gig

Obfuscation is clearly the modus operandi of the laws of gravity and centrifugal force’s wig

Not for any small reason, this is the stuff that dreams are made of, the very thing you got

Breathing, animated bodies and souls of civilized colonies of a homo sapiens genome dot.

A nucleus of an atom and a conglomeration of them do what they do, fusion or fission too

Explode or implode the perfect circles, triangles and polygons from above as below the blue

Skies around the dirty water, I love that dirty water though, without H2O, it’s a quid pro quo

Perfectly one and the same, from a rogue DNA egg we extrapolate it all, a Biden 2020 blow.

In my jet of an SUV, me and my hot co-pilot track the highways and rural routes, shields high

Bugs can’t stay on the grill, they disintegrate, windshield coated with UFO skin, chips’ shield

There’s a disagreement and a dispute and a threat and a battle, a war and an end to the Sky

In other words, rogues attempt a coup d’etat and fail, get captured and executed on the field.

Inside the house or outside of the atmosphere where angels fear to go, corruption bloodbath

Hoaxes are exposed by the liars who use their precious air with a collusion illusionary dossier

Pretend to be your friend when really you’re the object of a philosophical opponent’s Id wrath

Need a getaway sled for a trek up the hill to the Sierra Nevadas, I got a key, you can rock me!

For the sake of the planet’s substance application to this existence found here and now, I bow

Knuckleheads and worthy saints putting one wing in front of the other, on the runway to Tao

Where nothing is, everything is and has always been, how it all got here in the first place, yes

Winks and nods from superman with neither body nor extra-sense, sleazy bribe God to bless.

Every minute of every day you remind me of the story I’ve been reading, telling it at the rack

Every breath and every swallow I am privileged to steal from the bottom of the bottles’ Jack

Happy to pass out or fight about the flight from here to eternity, you know where it’s goin’ ta

Hot rods runnin’ on the strip and over to the malt shop drive-thru for Betty Sue & Veronica.

r j j stephan, i *Header is our #Sled, now I spilled the beans on the wicked witch of the west!

c. Saturday, BLOVEMBER 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted this little gem while jammin’ to Nickelblack - Nickelback Tribute Band #ShakinHands & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dxi28-abUpw }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

#AsOneForAMomentInTime #NotATwosome #TheNuge & #RunDMC #LosLonelyboys

I AM FIRED, SPIKES FLYIN’, CAPUT

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, November 13, 2019

------------- good grief -------------

Hey mamacita, que pasa? We gotta move fast because they’re comin’ after us, not you it’s me

Did some things and I can’t even tell you about them because those things, too horrible to see

I never wanted to lose your love so I knew, I just had to walk away to keep you safe, I am TNT

Could blow at any time ‘cause my bones got tweaked from 19 to 23, in cold wars with old me.

Got a rifle, gun, knife and a grenade, I love my country, I kill my enemy, God blessed my sins

I didn’t sneeze, just want to know that I’m forgiven for being lost in a warrior’s skin and bone

Like a bad dream or maybe it was a wet one, a cold one, funky cold Medina, blue blood buds

Form and substance made the first move and then I made mine, fired up all the rock engines.

Now we’re on the same page for the duration of the thought, it’ll come and it’ll go, that’s fat

For once or maybe for the last time, we think therefore we are, that may be true or bull scat

Nothing but a thing, jumpin’ in the clubs until I fly home to the crib and check out S.E.Cupp

Plans for the night and strikin’ out with four balls on the way home, fired, slidin’ spikes up.

I get the last word for fifty dollars and I’m payin’ or puttin’ it on my tab, hasta la vista baby

Don’t even try to move, I got you, I’m huggin’ and diggin’ you, can’t get bored with this action

I know it won’t last, it’ll be like a ship in the night, layin’ pipe in and out of the bay, just to win

Games of life, death, children, chicks and buddies, a linear speck of cosmic gold dust, All In.

Affection for me makes me yawn, I need the oxygen to process the suck of my exhaust CO2s

Nothing personal, it’s just what happened after the fright-scare of the monster in my room

I was about four and that’s the first and last time the gorillas from hell came to be my doom

I wasn’t foolin’ around, my job’s disintegrating smoked mirrors, beats of a scat load of blues.

r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 14TH, 2019 A.D. @ 12:00 midnight, 12 o’clock high, I’m with the BAND!

{ drafted blastin’ #RockBox #HIT RunDMC https://youtu.be/WA-zaE6aevs on youTube }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AsSheDoesWhatSheDoes #JustDontDoIt #ImmortallyYoursBaby

---- #noEscapebaby ----

SHE COMES, AS SHE LAYS DYING

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, November 13, 2019·

--------- #ALWAYS ------------

Do not shoot this messenger, it’s not my fault that I carry the torch for the Absolute Truth

Hidden deep in the Vatican and the Holy See with a map on the ceiling and floor in a booth

No waitresses or waiters, no cooks, no chefs, no mothers milk, Nothing but a thing, Y O U

Cause of the effects you see and ones that will be, that is invisible, arbitrary UV light blue.

Elephant in a mouse-hole or a mouse in an elephant hole, either way, mine or a US highway

Mantra of the smoke and mirrors to make the babies feel better about being alone in the day

All alone at night under the stars, clouded by the water vapors, hydro-carbons of neutrino pal

Time and Space is a vote of the universal, empty set { } of nugatory essence, God’s a criminal.

Oh, what would you do if you created a family of people and then abandoned them in a tube?

Smaller than a test tube, miniature people dolls alive, eating, defalcating my funds, loving me

Taking everything I got ‘cause I gave it everything I had, all of my friends left me here, below

Alone, deep in the open sea of outer space, way up above the border of the Rio Grande, I flow.

Poncho didn’t know that I had to go far away from the surface, I was in the open public parks

In the darkness where the eyes can’t see me, where I thrive without the light, love social marx

If the governing body of the minions wants everything you’ve got, you are forced to give it up

The rot of death is yours, release your mythological tips, love your mama, we’re already gone!

r j j stephan, i *As I Lay Dying - link @

c. BLOVEMBER 13TH, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted knowing that my mother and father were BOTH genders, female and male, yet I am ONE! Who would have thought? Drafted while jammin’ to the debts that will not be paid and will lead to #Bankruptcy of the #Void, & jammin’ to Korn #WordUp on youTube link @https://youtu.be/-M7vOnlcLbo

W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

#Fundamental #Primal #SuperNova #RipEddieMoney

#OHmama

H2O, JUZGADO & A HOOSEGOW *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 12, 2019

------- #PenniesFromHeaven -------

Remember a possibility that you would escape the indenturism of parents and marshal law

Surviving whether we like it or not, the alternative is a permanent fall from grace, a deadhead

Not that bad if you don’t mind eyes wide open without seeing the light, sunburned skin raw

Stone blind habits, feeling for the home base place and moving set paces up and down ahead.

For no reason at all, words come up out of nowhere and push my hand to movin’ to and fro

With a pen or keyboard, phrases and sentences and paragraphs of pages later, no I gotta blow

Got a hot date with a fine lady that will never wait, not for me or anyone else, snooze you lose

It’s a stroke of luck that I’ve scored the homeruns in a hole, then I die, postmortem’s Nothing.

On an island full of sand because it’s a nodule on the Earth’s surface, above the waterline’s ice

Frozen and melted, ad infinitum, life lives in a one cell or multi cell organism, keepers of Sun

Within the DNA the explosion of the First Cause’s Big Bang is replicated, from my Day One

Morning I stuck my head into the mix, that was on down to the waterline alright, rolled dice.

Playin’ up and down the scales of drum and cymbal sounds, heartbeats, plucked my strings

Last breath is just a shout away no doubt, nothing personal, it is what it is so Sally lay down

What matters is the form, the form is the shape of things, animated or stationary, egg things

Round or oblong in form, magic replication of one cell, geometric progression of gold to own.

Value of the scarce commodity is thoroughly mythical, imaginary and the treasure of royalty

No pauper or working girl or boy will get anything more than daily bread and a deep state fee

Charged everything to the #Mastercard, #Visa or #AmexGold, I paid the wild balance for two

It took every penny I could scrape up with the two jobs and the novel royalties, #BookOfBlue.

I realized what I had years ago, I was told never to let go but to hold on loosely for control

Her daddy told me, my daddy told me, I call the old men daddy ‘cause their over 100 by now

Up in heaven or down in hades or somewhere in a Black Hole of their choice, now I gotta roll

Onto the end of the dream up and down inner space, where angels fear to go, my hoosegow!

r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 12TH, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to some Leslie West Mountain #MississippiQueen on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qFhM1XZsh6o }

“In Spanish, juzgado means "panel of judges, courtroom." The word is based on the Spanish past participle of juzgar, meaning "to judge," which itself was influenced by Latin judicare-a combination of jus, "right, law," and dicere, "to decide, say." When English speakers of the American West borrowed juzgado in the early 1900s, they recorded it the way they heard it: hoosegow. They also associated the word specifically with the jail that was usually in the same building as a courthouse. Today, hoosegow has become slang for any place of confinement for lawbreakers.” - LINK @ https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/hoosegow

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Funk #Freaks #Fur & #F#%#in' #PinkCadillac @BruceSpringsteen @BobSeeger @ZZTop @MarkLevin #Scatological #JibJab

EYES AIN’T LYIN’, A #ZERO CENTER

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 12, 2019

----------------- NYC BRIM IN ----------------

Living to work and play and then retire and die, that’s what it is, what we believe it is, eh?

Yes, admit it, in a rack of rhyme, you can say or comprehend even the lies as the truth today

Tomorrow is the same as yesterday, the Earth apparently spins and wobbles, still an Ice Age

By the gravity of the situational ethics and the morass of substance and essence and garbage.

The star closest to the Earth, the dirty dogs of war and all, is running out of power, lights dim

Expde away dear SuperNova of my souls, rock the cosmic dust into oblivion, annihilate him

But leave Her alone, she is the One who first moved the First Cause’s whole shebang, a Stone

Who needs no introduction since it’s the One that moves and animates your soul-bag of bone.

Sing and shout about the twisting and wobbling as you creep closer to the end of your days

Don’t worry about the entire planet’s demise, YOU my friend, I locked off a son’s Sun’s rays

Cosmic protons and neutrons being conglomerated with the dark matter, coordinate a skit

When the happening occurs, nobody will recollect the event, like touching heaven, forget It!

Mainly because I am what I am, like Sailor Popeye who just walks tall, eats spinach, can’t die

As a mortal, nothing matters and matter is indeed the nature of Nothing, every Thing does fly

Inside or outside of your 208 bones you’ve consigned out of nowhere, out of our deeper blues

From Peking, Wuwei Institute Wuwei to the mighty Miami Federal Reserve BNK HLPRT 71f.

Force of One and the Many is All there is, from a microdot of LSD to the inside of a #Pulsar

You and I who were not here a century ago won’t be here soon, a short time of revolution folly

Orbits and revolutions will grind the souls down to the emptiness they originated from, Holy

A hole is holy, my occult understanding, black or white but it’s a hole, a #Woke Divinity scar.

r j j stephan, i #ImpeachAdamSchiff Early life, education, and career

c. BLOVEMBER 12TH, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ #CrusadesToInfinity, #DEMONcrat #NewWorldOrder #Logos Mecca TRIPE from Gaza, the Ga & the Za, drafted this masterpiece while listenin’ to Mark Levin on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/jx2plib_N0s }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HEROES #BEGGARS #TheGodsOfMan #StruckByLightening

EYES AIN’T LYIN’, A #ZERO CENTER

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 12, 2019

----------- WTH are you anyway? -----------

Living to work and play and then retire and die, that’s what it is, what we believe it is, eh?

Yes, admit it, in a rack of rhyme, you can say or comprehend even the lies as the truth today

Tomorrow is the same as yesterday, the Earth apparently spins and wobbles, still an Ice Age

By the gravity of the situational ethics and the morass of substance and essence and garbage.

The star closest to the Earth, the dirty dogs of war and all, is running out of power, lights dim

Explode away dear SuperNova of my souls, rock the cosmic dust into oblivion, annihilate him