#OnFireWithoutASpark #FIRE @sPRINGSTEEN @gUY @pOYNTERS

LOCKDOWN, WORD-UP ROCKAWAY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 23, 2019

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Apple trees or pear trees didn’t matter much, Adam plowed the furrow, Eve’s drained swamp

Nobody and nothing can follow the logic and reason from the premise to the conclusion lump

Everything is all rolled into a ball in outerspace, nothing left except every little thing, Big One

Shakin’ and rattlin’ aged men and young studs just by shakin’ her money makin’ hoochie coo.

Gates of heaven and hell swung wide open and waiting for the minions to thrust in, never out

Once a dot has incarnated and survived still-births of folks who give a damn, twist and shout

Particular to the specific, in general, nothing to me and the perceptions of this reality’s phuq

Orphan or eldest of six, that mama walked, that papa balked and left the whole world to suck.

In a circle’s line drive or a triangle’s 3, 45 degree angles, 3 blind men, 65 chessed out squares

Apples, pears & pomegranate berries, sweet/sour taste of waste, ingrown metaphysical hairs

Tiger by the tail and a lion in the den, the cool cats are all copacetic, 3 course meal is in utero

Cool cats and old coots bringing up the status symbols of the bedroom, sexy mama, no Soho!

Awe and shock being right where it’s always been, behind your baby eyes and nose, in a head

In a mind, full of concocted doors of perception, morality and ethics of live jokers, so dead

Pertaining to the nature of blow and suck, it is what the Earth does, after all is said and done

Mic up the guys in the back of the room, no ladies or girls way back there in the darkness fun.

War of this Earth in the final battle of the cell’s nucleus, nuclear war just a way to Supernova

It’s not personal, the dream of mankind ends just like it began, in a whimper of star dirt caca

Famous or not, The Way of warriors is the only way, the alternative is just to be, a DNA germ

Fight for your right to suck or blow a Goddess’ outerspace face, photo-finished Sperm-worm!

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r j j stephan, i

c. SAMEDI, ROCKTOBER 23RD, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ LIKE a snake slithering from tree to tree lookin’ for a sight for sore eyes, drafted in God’s waterdam listenin’ to mighty @BuddyGuy while angels were walkin’ by the blind men, jammin’ to #WhatKindOfWomanIsThis in a loop, link @ https://youtu.be/0zhV99Bvrgg }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LostBrothers #LostSisters #StopBotheringMe #ChainLightening @SteelyDan @AllmanBrothers @BluesBrothers #KatyLIedAgain

SOMEPLACE I CAN DEEP-SLEEP

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 22, 2019

------------ #FLASHING ------------

Dear life was what I was clingin’ to when I saw her walkin’ her dog that don’t ever bite

Like a thief in the night, I slipped her love into my darkness and got into the bee’s hive

Strings got attached to it all, from breathing to forty winks 24 and 7, I had never got tied

At the place I was called to be, in the middle of the matrix’ deflated singularity, Katy lied.

Clicking the mouse cursor on the meat and potato #ClickBait hashtags, wastin’ my time

Stupid songs and poetic lines that win nothing but a place on a closet’s shelf, a dust sign

No more colloquiums and nasty white wine’s crackers, Hors d'oeuvres and Cuban cigarillos

I really need to leave for a while, going for a long ride on my horse, #Trigger use me logos!

In the French quarter or the borough where Brooklyn landed, at SFO or MIA, all the same

Men and women doin’ dirty work and the work of God, of the powers that be, glorified fame

Turned heads, turned the world round and round in circles of wobbling, counter revolutions

Numbers came up, counted, divided and multiplied, votes were in, I win, I win the millions.

On the gravel next to the bushes by the railroad tracks, in between the yards of outlaw huts

Always up by dawn and down for the count around bewitching hour, as old bogeymen hunt

Expanding men on this day, the shape grows too large to contain the spirit’s #FakeNews ruts

4Hard ball and soft ball, thrown to be hit out of the park, to die for, I drop back 5 and I punt.

Winners and losers at this juncture of the composition, vying for dominance over fake pain

Miracles of the natural Cause and Effect of the matrix, recorded and forgotten as if never in

Our baby minds evolved into the swell, integrated adult ones, that decide stupid should hurt

Because if you didn’t know it, stupid, you’ll know soon that the jig is up, hold your head high!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, BLOVEMBER 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 9:99 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to #MyOldSchool #KatyLied #BadSneakers & HITS by @SteelyDan #SteelyDan & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Sq8OU-7JDFA & https://youtu.be/shIfrFFUFlY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@RunawayJune #BlownCover #OverBlownEgo #DeadZoneAhead #SupernaturalCalypsoNight

SEMPER FI, EYES ON #ZZTop PRIZE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 22, 2019

---------------- #YouGotALotOfNerveMer ---------------

What is new will be old soon enough, nobody can rush the onward march of the TicToc

Either measured or not, the days and nights swap place in space due to the orbital rock

Regardless of the intention of the ego residing in each one of us humans, alive here, now

Facts of life are few, you live and dive deep into blind faith, reason and logic, above, below.

So I’ve been told, you’re a series of theories in my mind beginning with #WeAreOne, aye

Alternative that we are Many is not only unacceptable but also impossible for a third eye

Going down the rabbit hole while wide awake and alive with a camera crew who followed

Impossible conjunction at the intersection of Hollywood and Vine, good guys get blowed.

From a happy day to a sad day, back and forth ad infinitum, grabbin’ bulls by the balls/horns

Still, I stare at the problem which’s as clear as glass test tubes, vaping goddesses’ native born

Like the smoke from a cigar or a vape or a bong or a hookah, it’s like a forest fire on steroids

Walking slow up the country road like I own the property, I got killed by a lightspeed truck.

As I rose from the dead body bag of bones, I could still hear what played the ties that bind

Spirits go on and on, stopping for a brief moment to tuck in innocent children of self-worth

Or in the case of the lone drifter without a friend, being an orphan with no kin, dust in wind

No chance to be right or wrong and the evil and the good are the same before and afterbirth.

Always keepin’ the eyes on the prize, the beasts who move to and fro, searching unknowns

For this end-game target, the prize at the end of the struggle is at once a One and the Many

Inside of your thinking mind, the container of your understanding languages’ wisdom bones

On Atheist freeway to our #SemperFi hearts, yelling AHA, Look ma! No Earth, wind or fire.!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, BLOVEMBER 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listin’ to some Everlasting Badasses Multiservicios Zztop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lDLFoLOASCM #me2 #IGotToHaveAShot before I #BlowMyZZTOP }

#TuneIn #DropOut #THRIVEinTIME #HEALitALL #RightHere #RightNow

SQUARE MEAL TIMES 2 = 42x√(2x)

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 21, 2019

 -------------- e=mC2 --------------

2√(7x)⋅3√(14x²) can be written as 42x√(2x) https://youtu.be/3MijXB91DVo, therefore, I am

Now, for the umpteenth time as my mama used to say, figure it out, do the math until you ram

The answer’s in the blank to be filled in, there’s no multiple choice, you know it or you don’t

It is not a guessing game, the here and now is just what you see, it’s all you get, a word’s font.

Over the waterfall from the melting ice and snow off of the mountain peaks’ slopes, soap Tide

Washing the dirt and grime away and leaving cleanliness and scents from lavender’s free ride

To the moon or just next door to the open market of everything a human ever wanted to need

The ends are the places to go that you wind up staying at until the final curtain falls into seed.

Back to the future or up to the past, always fleeting the Presence in the Present atomic shock

Split or fused the invisible smoke and mirrors until I got here and now, this is it, all I ever got

Breath of fresh air most of the time, until Matter burns into ash, leaving stinkin’ wood smoke

It’s all she wrote for some 4 legged anima, winged fauna and All too Human men, rock broke.

Paraphernalia flying around the ‘hood in pamphlets and bulletin propaganda, got a job here

I will perform at peak until I’m tired and need a break to recharge the disappearing holy fear

Of the holy, invisible divine and hungry animals and plants desiring to dissolve your T-bones

Into the ergs of the animation that searches for and destroys atoms of overblown cell phones.

Shuffled off to the Buffalo in New York and to the Watts of the City of Angels, we lived & died

In the end smoked, burned, crushed into dust and ash or filled with CH2O, my formaldehyde

Commercial or private, after the last day you breathe, it doesn’t matter at all, not a tiny byte

Equations are differential and complex, there’s an answer but it’s X, unknown, so why fight?

Why eat to live and live to eat, being a cat or dog or a woman or a man, same old movie scene

Appearances and the nature of the essence of beasts are all one, same dark dream in a dream

Like a forgotten thing you needed to recollect while in transit from the birth to dead-death of

You, super Ego and Id, playing the back and forth of winning and losing, both crow and dove.

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r j j stephan, i

c. JEUDI, BLOVEMBER 21ST, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to 432Hz - “The DEEPEST Healing - Let Go Of All Negative Energy - Healing Meditation Music" on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4wtG01ymIjE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SinkThePink @AC/DC #FlyOnTheWall #ImpeachThisYouMothers

WHAT’S MATTER OF FACT, ASSUME

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, November 20, 2019

--------------- #FlyOnTheWall -----------------

If you’ve got it, transmigrate it into wealth pure gold, diamonds, crude oil and natural gas too

One way or another the pattern becomes the easy way out, it was the easy way to be split in 2

If you’ve got it, transmigrate it into wealth valued as gold, diamonds, crude oil and hot oldies

On the face of It, here we are and away we go, just like the stars appearance as far side steeds.

Laughing out loud, rolling on the floor laughing are an indication that the word’s made flesh

Humor and comedy make the solitary trip here to Earth all worth while, laugh until you cry

It won’t hurt one bit, a recharge of your energy level happens with or without you, Ego’s I

A show of force to prove that everything is broken and needs me to repair the rash damages.

My Lionel train is in a box with the caboose and some other freight cars of the 50’s RR tracks

A Hucklebuck chuckle by Huckleberry Hound Dog Rescue of El Paso, rain or shine all on It

Saving the lives of animals other than human, for the good of the genome, it’s just you, #me2

On the vector of direct apprehension, I get it, I finally understand the ghost in the machine.

Don’t make a big deal out of a series of trivial occurrences, there’s a lot more when god sends

A conscious decision, an act of will to power, to be or not to be alive and fortune to have Ends

As it should be, the way it always was before the origin of species’ human, just homo-sapiens

It’s done, those were the days they say, why I always say, #BabyYoureTheGreatest, honeybee!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, BLOVEMBER 20TH, 2019 A.D. @ 5:05 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Archie Bunker #Meathead #NoConScrewedIdeason youTube link @ https://youtu.be/6NJmGxowyqY & jammin’ to PowerToFly #FlyOnTheWall by AC/DC video link @ https://youtu.be/5BWJOETwIGc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TrainIsComing #JustGetOnBoard #GetASpine #LOVE #PEACE & #HAPPINESS

10:10 PM is BUT 2210 HOURS PST

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, November 20, 2019

--------- #EyesCantStandIt ---------

The second had is just past the 24 on the face of It, yet it never changes in the midst of a rube

From 0001 to 2359, there’s still only 24 hours every day, give or take a viral momentary cutie

Of rationally spiritual and eclectically idiots, renowned as the minions, 1 square, round cube

Paraphernalia for the paraplegia to enhance their Will to sublimate the queerness of beauty.

What’s important to understand that when the generals talk you better perk up an listen up

The battle plan is to stay alive and to keep the stars safe from being found and used as a cup

For some reason, stars fit in cup, kCup or iCup or SECupp matters very little, all my we sites

Until all atomic fluid has been leaked out the swamp’s real, a Singularity’s Black Hole bytes.

Then and there top witching hour at 1:11 and 23:11, egg cracks and the yoke is all over us all

Friendly enemies and fair weather friends all meet at the divide of my circumstantial default

Consequences to every action, an equal and opposite reaction must be done, variable no more

Conditions arise and they are assuaged by the reaction to force them into spun perturbations.

In a little while the whole thing will dissolve into the sand and dust of the desert of love’s wife

Almighty dollars and the silver and gold backing them, they are the root of all evil, I want Life

Spell evil backward and that is to live, to be or not to be is the only question, my answer’s YES

Stay tuned for the full effect of True Love, without it the world will Supernova pain’s duress.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, BLOVEMBER 20TH, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the air between my ears move the burger and fries in and out of me as soon as the dawn comes; moved by listenin’ to The Chambers Brothers #PeopleGetReady & #TIME on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AQSjV4DZ-Gg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MidnightIsSpecial #DontGamble #JustWaitForIt #TheFarceHasBegun #TheGhetto

DILLY DALI 3:33 PM, OUT OF TIME

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 19, 2019

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From an eclipsed moon, the shadow of the Earth draws the ether of nothing closer to the vest

Where undercover work is being done as we speak, as we dream the #fake acts of the #Joker

Some type of comedian who apropos requires blind obedience and restitution for the reverse

Then makes the first move to fall asleep and begin the dream before the body uses a hearse.

I mean in the projects of the ghetto or down on the bayou, a river runs through them to hell

Where the current most strong is near the origin of an immortal hole movin’ ‘round n’ round

Pertaining to the driving rain and peculiar solar and lunar cycles affecting this H2O orbital

Punks in my broken and bypassed heartaches, I moved millions of humans, I paid the bill.

Morons and imbeciles became extinct after 2020 A.D., they were not allowed to procreate me

We thought a lot about it, therefore now we are all that is left of the Origin, above and below

Jumped, swam, flew, ran, crawled from the bottom of deep trenches cut into Earth’s dirt free

Monkeys and four legged creatures, winged others finned underwater, complete the Blow.

Walking and talking for the end of the days and nights we’re all lucky enough to inherit, Deo

On the nature of being and nothingness that is the matrix for the whole shebang, it’s a fiasco

Look for a mate or not, in the end, all species will become part of a blown-to-bits home base

Here for the supernova or collapse into the Singularity @ 3:33 PM, a day the Earth stood still.

There’s a reason for the madness, a method of calculus or algebraic, formal logic, God’s funds

Not Jesus or Buddha or Siddhartha or a #prophet, instead heard this through a hot grapevine

You’re half of what you see and half of what you hear, what’s true is unknown and under guns

Fixated upon the nature of beasts here and now in jungles and undersea, it is mine, all mine.

Form and matter of the bones that gather and then splatter apart from DNA to the shadows

Fortune and intention at the bottom of the matrix, fodder for the herd, for the bulls and cows

Nothing is the destination at the bottom of the collapsing of gravity’s attraction to atoms’ Id

Battleaxe armed for star wars. to achieve dominance over the free wills, I am called #TheKid.

Hound dog barked and I chased down the hoodoo down on the bayou, that was my claim too

Yet I never met the scat of a bull I didn’t choose to use and lose friends over, called my bluff

Knew that without a battle and a war, I was bored, ennui needed to mix it all up, hence sagas

Pretender of the exciting moments to come and the ones already gone, timing’s high test gas.

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r j j stephan, i * Header is a Salvador Dalí bottom of the painting

c. Mardi, BLOVEMBER 19TH, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted in Sacramento valley’s humble abode of my wife Carolita {where elks still roam from the citrus heights to the Rio Linda levy, where God got damned & drowned! } & listenin’ to Creedence Clearwater Revival #CottonFields & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/C4zPEmRufMU }

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FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CodeOfVonSteffen #LicensedToDieAlone

#StealMySuperBowlRing

SUICIDE’S PAINFUL, BUT WHY CRY?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 19, 2019

------------ #ImpeachThis -------------

It is what it is and it never was what it never was and can never be, an animated mind afoot

Wandering to and fro in the desert where angels fear to go, no water there only sand dunes

Monkeys wandering in circles for the sake of the herd, gotta keep moving to avoid the flop

From the carnivores and the herbivores, if they don’t eat you they eat your season’s crop.

Now, in the middle of the unknown, the void where space and time reside, heaven or hades

Conquer the holy of holies and the paranoid schizophrenics who run the glass bead games

From the See of Hercules and the throne of Zeus, monkey men in charge of the gaol’s cell

Completely oblivious to the nature of history, erased fake knowledge and wisdom’s intel.

Here and now in this place at this time, on Earth in the Pacific Standard time zone, I am It

There’s naught else but the empty air outside and millions of living forms of life, now git, git

Authorize the compromise of the syllogistic spunk, let the chips fall where they may, at once

Formal and Uptown funk, getting me riled up, I am tired, we go home to be woke, to be one.

You must have a little tenderness when you deal with the people who both know and don’t

Know why they are here on Earth for now and what will happen when they die, they won’t

Impossible to actually know the Truth about the moments after bodily demise, got no fears

Blinded faith in the words of spoken and written scratches on rock and paper with scissors.

#AllHandsOnDeck all soldiers, sailors and airmen, both active, reserve or former desk jocks

Come out of the woodwork if you haven’t died already to the typing on a keyboard, use a mic

Say or write what you will, it is done when I say it’s done, it’s my life, you cannot have it mate

Follow the bouncing ball, you are in no doubt, do not misunderstand death’s expiration date!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, BLOVEMBER 18th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:55 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to the M*A*S*H link @https://youtu.be/45X0_m1KYQM RERUN for the 1000th time since 1974 when I was in the #SKOR Osan Air Base overmedicated until I got back to the world vis a vis Curtis Mayfield #BackToTheWorld & HARD-HITS on youTube link @https://youtu.be/g2udbdAmdkc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WTF #OverAndOver #ExpandingMankind

GO IT ALONE, ANONYMOUS #IRL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, November 18, 2019

--------- #ThisIsItOrItIsNotIt ---------

In the end, it’s a memory for the living not for the dead, holy shift, we’re all alone, dead sister

On the nature of beasts related to your parents and of course not you, children’s absent father

Media monkeys in tune with the cables and Ethernet rules of the minions, olden days not afar

It will never happen again, your moments of average intelligence in the empty rooms you are.

Common consciences who know of but do not honor categorical imperatives without reprieve

Inside and outside as well as above and below, it’s all One and the same thing, Nothing kids

Abused minds from baby boys and girls into the innocent enlightenment of all the herd’s Ids

Don’t look over here, there’s nothing to see, I’ve got nothing behind my back or up my sleeve.

Not sane nor insane between the sheets, there’s a promise without an interjection of holy rays

It’s all a matter of perspective of the eyes of beholders, impressions leading to the end of days

Then one leads to mitotic divination without sweat, thinking DNA is a miracle created, Adam

Or was it a chimpanzee? Maybe a mitochondria? Your guess and an Einstein quote, “Scram!”

A statue of rock hard stone made in the form of a man and woman makin’ love’s twist of fate

A kiss deeply given and taken by the two ready to conceive another One, out of nowhere mate

Punks and revered philosopher-statesmen, kings, queens all agree, “We’re all gonna die,” eh?

Not true for you? OIC, my mistake, idiotic moron, #HaveANiceDay before #ends of the play.

Homegrown from an oval seed of DNA for plant’s fruit, mellow melon of sugar-taste fruition

If you have never indulged in the cut and the succor of the squeezins you’ve been denied sin

Slice it down the middle and then in 3/4 inch half circular chunks, to suck and chew in thirst

I’ll move and you’ll groove after we’re all done, young dudes’ Logic blown, #WillToPower 1st!

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r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, BLOVEMBER 18TH, 2019 A.D. @ 04:30, “IT’S EARLY, EARLY!”

{ jammed out of thin air listenin’ to Steely Dan #TheRoyalScam & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KtvNe3xhdkc hold up the #OligarchsGasCompanies #KidCharlemagne link @ https://youtu.be/jJ9Xk-VoGqo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

NAKED-BORN CITIZENS' MOTHERS ROCK! #HarvestMyOrgansInTheKeyOfGee

LIGHT ‘EM IF YOU GOT ‘EM, YAWN

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 17, 2019

----------- #UtterNonsense -----------

For no reason at all since rationality isn’t heard of in this song of the Origins, it is all done

There’s nothing left after your and my last breath, no flight in an angel’s winged apparition

Funkified and fortified just before all of the lights go out and the band starts to play a sport

For the faithfully and hopefully, charitably filled with glee on their death throne, rigor mort.

Utter foolishness for the wisemen to contend with, one step beyond the twilight zone of Id

The odds are astronomically against locating the meaning of this play on the Word and flesh

Therefore, at least we know that we exist, we see, hear, taste, smell and touch the world’s Ego

Space that Igor fears, and only a frank doctor or cardinal of the pope might be willing to go.

Timing is everything and without Timing, there is actually just empty Space without a future

Past’s Present merely a chimera of wandering monks and jews who pyramided the pharaohs

In sand dunes of cement and concrete from base to the tip top of the Black dots’ X-singularity

Presence of the mortals and the natural emptiness of the vast Cosmos, as above, so below me.

Evolution of the presence of matter and energy is a form you cannot see or hear at all, ghostly

Like the soul and spirit you hope you have, you assume you’ve been told the Truth about ‘We’

On the other hand, there’s Fire, Water and Gas, atomic and molecular forms of material fleur

From burned out gas giants and white pulsars generating the solar systems and mystery tour.

Erased and deleted the memory, there is no recollection of space, time, this or that, Nothing

Now, are you with me? One voice, one listener, one man, one woman, make out with a ring

Gone steady or engaged to be betrothed to the ball and chain of the fools on the hills, all dead

Alive in another Time, moving about the bones of life and death crumble, solar dust’s dread.

Reason why we’re trippin’ to the herd’s dismay is because we’re tryin’ to save fools on the hill

They don’t know there’s a #BlueJayWay from the #MagicalMysteryTour’s diatribe, tale #Evil

Backward spelling of #Live, does it mean more than it means? Reversal of Evil is Live Funk

On to the finale, third act of the play, merely a dream within a dream, #EdPoe’s sweet dunk.

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r j j stephan, I

c. Dimanche, Blovember 17th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted out of thin air listenin’ to #StrawberryFieldsForever by the THE BEATLES: THE GREATEST BAND FOREVER link @ https://youtu.be/HtUH9z_Oey8 & Barenaked Ladies #IfIHadAMillionDollars & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/LHacDYj8KZM }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhiteLightening & #CountryBoysSippinShineFromTheJar #YourLIvesInTheJars #KeepItRollin' #FullThrottleIntheBottleYo #EvenWhenItsHurtin' #FiveTo8 #BuildItAndTheyWontCome #IdiotLights #ProfanityBarrage #XRATED

 

I’M INFRARED-ULTRAVIOLET BLUE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 17, 2019

------------ #WORKIN -------------

My face is very important, let’s face it, it’s more than just a saying of happenstance, y’all know

It comes and goes without saying, blue collars and rednecks go hand in hand, an historic flow

From the snow-capped, way high mountaintops to the valleys and on to seven seas’ of sodium

There is never a drought on the planet, it’s merely a thirst of humanity and the species’ scum.

It came creepin’ up on the shores, crawled up onto the sandy beaches of east-west coast bums

Always with me and always with all of us, under the rain and sun showers of neutrinos’ atoms

Punks of ignorance and negligence on the floor, on a groundbreaking Oneness of thin and fat

What you know ‘bout that and what the Truth really is, are two different nothings, that’s scat!

You and I saw our eyes and thought that we found what was lost for a very long time, Love pi

3.14 is the number of pi and it comes in handy when you have geometric progressions of a fly

Moving from a dead heat to a cold start, I ran out of wind and the whole world disappeared

Nothing but Blackness of empty space without burning-up star balls, no, no, God ain’t dead.

Country miles and metropolitan sprawl of the snakes that crawled out of the muck and mire

Created a matrix of Blinded Faith in the Void of the matrix, I believe it all, the pope is on fire

Giving us the lowdown on the gist of the things called, love and hate, reward and punishment

For obeying or disobeying, you will burn up into ash when it’s your Time-Spirit heaven sent.

Ghosts of smoke in these Maseratis ready to give it all up to the gods, shocked monkey brains

Funk of the historical past and the occult moments ahead of the presence of the thing itself, I

It is all there is, it knows it deep inside, the question has been entertained for the mortal sins

If you have a body, you’re a mortal, that’s it, got it? Like a Mississippi roll, deep breath, sigh!

Feed the pig and slice the meat of the flesh and muscle thinly to make the taste of death last

Scents and seasoning to disguise the lessons of killing and eating the dead, I washed up fast

Cleanin’ dead things and recycling the energy and matter through 208 T-bones, fly penguins!

Punks, drunks, statesmen, evil women breeders and philosopher queens, I am U.S. in #ruins.

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r j j stephan, i

c. DIMANCHE, BLOVEMBER 17TH, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while dead-jammin’ to some Morganwallen #LittleRain & Big Smo's Kuntry Store #KickinItInTennessee on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/EUnGQ6W5qwM }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?