#SATCH @JoeSatriani & #TheThingItself #TheKid

THE KID, DESPAIR, COPS & QUARKS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 21, 2019

-------------- #QuarkThis ---------------

If there is more than what is already here and now, I’ll take it, not that ennui has set in but

When you’re just zoomin’ up and down turnpikes’ and freeways’ and state roads’ holy rut

Unless you inherited the nest egg of the family fortune, you better get ready to sweat it out

You’ve no choice, it’s the nature of the beast, to be here and now but not before or after It.

On the mothers who hold quark eggs of the genome within their holy confines, a womb room

Where I come from, where you came from and anybody that’s not here yet will come from, eh

Not only am I divulging the magical Truth regarding the origin of your universe, It is all of It

There’s nothing more nor less than you, I and the space our atoms conglomerate within, chit.

Compared to the alternative which is utter dissolution of the ego, the self, the sense of being I

Is all we need to get by, that and a companion to share the mystery of being nowhere in Space

Watching the illusory moments move from past to present to future, everything is everything

Nothing is but the lack of it All, conceptual analysis to die for? I think not, ‘Let’s Pray, Sing!’

A leader of the pack has arisen from dusty dirt of Northern America’s land mass, a harbinger

Offering nothing but peace, prosperity and a dissolution of #Evil from #Live, a cover-up Sin

Realization that the star we call, the Sun is sunny but is dimming, every spin around danger

Burning up into ash is the only path to follow, sit down, be quiet, STFU forever and forever!

Still, there’s hope and faith in the love for the Liberty given by birth in the USA, for #TheKid

Watching open borders flood with diseased refugees with nothing but a stamp free-food fight

Poorman’s blind faith in divinity is the tool of DNA code for the extinction of species, DNAcid

Indeed, all in a #BigPicture, the creator’s back, detach the U-chord, End’s a zone of twilight!

You think you can stop the germs from invading the genome? You cannot, it’s corpus delicti

I personally wish that living on Earth was living forever but it’s not, that’s Blind Faith for you

A group of three boys playing music like there’s no tomorrow and for all there was One high

From the peace pipe smoked leaves and the inhaled grains of ground leaves, a wingless fly.

It’s the best thing available to the poor, to the rich, the good, the bad and the ugly, it’s Time

Where things happen for a reason or not, at random or not, but happen they do, in a Space

Utter despair, a sound way if you get off of the straight, narrow path of nose to the grindstone

I am strings of bass’ rhythm and blues to a backbeat of thin skin, oh, you got that right, son!

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r j j stephan, i

c. SAMEDI, FREEZEMBER 21ST, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Digital, red writing is on the ceiling, it’s 4:44 and you’re time is up! Drafted this while listenin’ to Joe Satriani Joe Satriani Universe #TheForgotten & #ROCKshards on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2rsdZHcRM9c }

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@WAR -Deliver The WORD (circa 1973)

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Etta James & B. B. King & John Lee Hooker & @MarcusKing - There's Something on Your Mind #ButWhat

I’M YOUR ANCHOR ‘c’, I AM THE 1

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 20, 2019

------  #LonghairBlues ------

Heavy dreams on this planet on my mind and I can’t get shake them, I look at love like a man

I want a woman to be right here and now, with me, by my side or away but thinkin’ she can

Just think about me and wonder where I am, I am right there inside your beautiful heart-red

Your blood and your soul move your 208 bones from here to there, then back, it’s what I said.

Take your ship to the seven seas and sail around the world in your cruise ship & then land me

I’m here and now and I’ll be there and then, from here & now to the eternity of black hole tea

Where it is no big thing for everything that is a thing and the things that are the Void, slip it

Tiny, microscopic cells full of RNA & DNA that make her motor hum, God’s dam of holy chit.

Mother Earth is all of this, not just your man or your woman, your origins are set, end is near

The door is always wide open to get in or out at the Free Will of the Thing Itself, not ma or pa

Nobody tells you the Truth, you’ve got to Move and Go find it for yourself, it’s in the WORDS

When you see and comprehend the essence of this dreamlike state, share it with the herds!

The chiefs and leaders of the followers will say what they’ve been told to say, they ain’t Plato

Or Socrates who came to Earth to scam the minions, revolt against the powers that be Roma

Or USA or USSR or CHINA, anywhere the people just want to eat and dump fertilized fauna

From the ground of soil to the tip top of mountain snow caps, volcanoes flow to holy H2O.

As far as I can speculate from a foundation of this linguistic certainty that I am, I’d think I am

Therefore, I must be just like the Moody Blues that come out of the jukebox of Coptic jelly jam

It’s 3:00 AM any morning as I roll over in the warm, soft bed of my love, I kiss beauty’s neck

My baby asleep in the darkness could not be found, so I imagined a smile from heaven’s deck.

All is said and done before or after my last breath, I am only concerned with my own Ego now

Without It, I don’t live, can’t thrive like Kaiser wants me to, machines will give me a low blow

Looking up at ceilings, to the left & right of gates on either side of my hands tied-up so tight

In a bed and full of IV junk to keep the juice alive, the verve inside won’t leave without a fight.

Doom is just a loss of vanity’s Hope to be immortal, reality of the consequence of dreaming It

Baby in a womb coming out of one cell, one egg of programmed trips to and from the casket

Where they hide colored skin and bones because the carcass with a soul begins a journey skit

One and alone without any other, no company, no friends, no family, no enemy of my debt.

They say a God almighty made this planetary system, galaxy and universe from Nothing at all

Who in the hell ‘They’ are? They drilled the names and themes in our young minds K-12, y’all

You know it’s true, you fear the unknown like me & you want the reason why we took a toke

Here with Blues, Live/Evil/Good news, at a point of no return, god-doom, F-dog, I is smoke!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, FREEZEMBER 20th, 2019 A.D.

{ ripped out of my sole soul this AM before I knew my muse had gone and left me all alone to finish her thought of the moment & listenin’ to Carlos Santana #JohnLeeHooker & @LighteninHopkins on link @ https://youtu.be/cTjYQKtO2dc }

"I think I understand now, in the darkness, darker than Blue... 'me is' workin' on a new jam & you know I'm wonderin' just what would she do, if She knew?  @BBKing & @EttaJames got this, eh?

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Please Come Home for Christmas (2013 Remaster)

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#ItsATwoFerDay #PunksRuleTheUnionAndConfederacy #YuleTideForAll #GrapevineUP&DOWN @MorganWallen

WE’RE PUNKIN’ FOR JESUS’ ASTER*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 19, 2019

-----------  #RightOnForTheDarkness #HeardItThroughTheGrapevine -----------

He’s coming around once again, like a rocket ship that uses the cosmic zone to escape orbit

Out of this world, as we know it, an alien creator of the whole shebang celebrates the One

From Egypt to Schenectady and down to the FLA and on and on, around the hemispheres

North to South and forced to move East to West to live life more than once every day, jets!

Who know that staying ahead of Time was like living more than your allotment for the Never

Nobody, that’s who, at the foundation of the ground of being, down to the core of the Earth

A blind faith belief in the Unseen feeling you get when you know you’re all alone, uh, Forever

Plum out of the matter and the form, in a black hole’s singularity, we must go, in afterbirth!

Up the lazy rivers that only move downstream, we move the unmoved to a high mountaintop

In Ukraine or in Tennessee, it is what it is until I change my mind and decide, I just can’t stop

Conquered and calling a truce to the ultimate explosion of war in the minds of Babel’s towers

Neither Alexander the Great nor Julius Caesar could handle the Truth, but a dream in a boat.

Fortunate sons and illegitimate daughters impregnate the genome and release the hounds, yo

It is the nature of the conquered beasts to cower and give up their liberty to act as they decide

Good, bad, evil and ugly team up on the DNA we got, the acid masquerades as a phlegm hide

Viral infections and viral videos are similar in that they have NO RNA, they need DNA aflow.

Eat the Space and Time on the table in front of you or you don’t leave until the plate is clean

I don’t care if you have to sit there all night, you will eat the liver of the cow or pig, Mr. Bean

You never say a word but you get the point across as the native americans did to the Vikings

Two millennia on imaginary Past history, after a #SacraficialLamb checks the royal queens!

Last Word to the First Cause, if there’s any way to actually communicate from here to cielo

I prayed in the olden days, eyes closed, hands folded, on my knees, before and after a mass

That changed the body and blood backwards from bread and wine, a Last Supper of hobos

Twelve or more, or maybe less philosophical stragglers who liked a guy with no daddy, Yo!

So, a virgin got pregnant like they do these days in 2019 or 2020 but there’s nobody’s savior

Not here or now, nothing but welfare boys and girls who ate stamps of bread & milk welfare

Voodoo magic came, just short of the revolution, the ellipse was eclipsed by foo fight drool

Who knows what will happen when stars come out at night, we’re from Punk’s pie, ya fool!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, FREEZEMBER 19th, 2019 A.D. @ 10:10 AM PST

{ Composed in utero, listenin’ to Gwen Stefani & Blake Shelton #YouMakeItFeelLikeChristmas on youTube loop link @ https://youtu.be/3ZT9_H4-hbM }

*Aster means: Star & Punkin’ means: Blind Faith Believer...so don’t git yo panties in a bunch!

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#ToughTimesAreEternal #BeTheBallOfDirt #ChampionsDieTooFoo

SUPERFLY PSYCHOTIC NEUROSIS*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 19, 2019

----------- #PsychosisNeurosisRules -----------

You & I will never know what happens afterlife here on the planet Earth, bones down under

It doesn’t matter if you were born in a cage, a test-tube, down on the block or in the streets

Commendable attempts to obfuscate the clear water of liquid gas, without it, we’re toasted

Up the shiitake creek of our makeshift brother and sister folds and herds, mass of the dead.

We put the stone markers above the ground with a WORD, a name called bones’ god of man

Put a frame under the skin and sinews that keep us all in Future Shock, Mama Earth bubblin’

These guys and girls who got here before US, they did what they did and we now live, wuzup?

Culture beat into the dense minds of ignorant youngsters who skipped Wisdom, got held up!

In a pickle and in a soup line for liquid, my bread and butter, I recycle for the Good of man

I put everything I take right back into the surface of the Mother, she awaits, I do what I can

It’s all over in a NYC minute, once you’ve hung around ninety years, combustion Saints dead

Future shock is right here and now, reading these words of your Ma & Pa they’ve never said.

It’s all about the birds, the cattle, the Earth fauna we consume and recycle into the dirty ball

What it’s always been, dirty ball of spinnin’ creator-god, Eros of the pantheon, god’s of us all

Keepin’ it real or unreal makes no difference in the end, finally you won’t be deceived by light

Doom’s darkness, pray for your mama, she ain’t comin’ but pray anyway, God, that’s insight!

By the Way, the straight and narrow one that you can only proceed without return, forever Id

Helping a super Ego to move, to animate, to breathe in and out, an accident gone into a skid

Knowledge is power and if you have none you’re in the deep water without a paddle, just pray

All you have left is to beg the powers that may not be anything but a Void, on your knees Ray!

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r j j stephan, i

c. JEUDI, FREEZEMBER 19TH, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #RightOnForTheDarkness #BackToTheWorld & #FutureShock by Curtis Mayfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/g2udbdAmdkc }

* P.S. YOUR DAUGHTER AIN’T ON A SOUP LINE, YOU GD FOO!

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#GoodGod #WhoaDude #MamaWorkinOnAChainGang?

SWEET BLACK TEA, A DIRE STRAIT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 18, 2019

************* #PokeSaladLife **************

Walkin’ along the dirt roads for a spell, just tryin’ to trip on to the next day’s journey/trip

We did alright until the hammer came down and the alligators started comin’ out jaw grip

Tight and pulled down to the bottom to drown the mouth breather, then tote home adjourn

Of pimentos or a wretched bunch of weeds to crumble into happy smoke’s enthralling burn.

Chain gangs or tiny barred or walled cell of walls, ceiling and a floor boxed the dog, an insider

Nevermore or frequently all the time forever, matters about as much as a dried drop of water

What were you going to eat when your mama and daddy died or decided to fade to blackout?

Just wait around with your bird-beak open, crying for food to stay alive, a wretched shoutout!

Nothing ever really mattered from the get-go, lazy sons of female dogs were good as deadbeat

Thumping the gods on the ground of being and on down to the core, back up to the hind teat

Coming on strong and being the thrust of the holy seat of your mama, she got it right, I am It

Whatever it was meant to be is now what it is, I flow, I bow, I blow, suck it in, SOB G-damIt!

Bad boys with bad backs finding what they looked for, the trouble with a capital T for the talk

On the radio, on the TV or just face to face, mouth to mouth inspiration, kiss of two sweet lips

Under the spells of the concocted words of my sisters and grand mamas and uncle’s #Bettys

All of them as sweet as a mess of flowers, fresh picked for your love, to be One, All I ever sees.

Big boys and big girls raised from scratch with independence in mind, without supervision

All of them on their own, lookin’ for peace or trouble depending on the need to bleed or eat

To fight for life, to eat the plants and animals long enough to get to the final cut of last gasps

Sudden death overtime, seconds tickin’ off of the clock, I’m hungry, I’m thirsty, I am WASPS.

Somebody call the pope, we need the highest priest you can muster from a glut of my godson

Wretched group of frustrated genomes failed at the orgasmic function, reproduction 1 & done

From the only One that ever mattered to anyone, the origin of DNA, life as we know it, mama

First nothing then something and then back to nothing, The Ride of Warriors, what fun papa!

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r j j stephan, i

c. MERCREDI, FREEZEMBER 18TH, 2019 A.D. @ 12:12 AM PST

{ drafted as I lay living the dream again, ad infinitum, just because...& listenin’ to a loop of @TonyJoWhite #PokeSaladAnnie on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MCSsVvlj6YA}

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@AnnPeebles #EyesLoveYouTooBaby #INNAGODADAVIDA #Presence @IronButterfly #LedZeppelin & @FrankieValle @MorganWallen #HammerThisThor #HammerComesDown

LOVE* #LAKLAND, ALASKAN BASS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 17, 2019

************* a fortnight in presence **************

Took me away from home to the joy and celebration of warriors, reinforcements! Ship ahoy!

Asleep in the trenches, freezing in the hope of being saved by gods’ holy supermen, Yoyo Boy

As if that was the only way to be, all too human, pretending to be a creation of an artist’s Dam

A hird or fourth time of reincarnating the force from Everywhere into a small atom of Adam.

What are YOU, a WISEACRES child or an older than dirt philosopher who says nothing at all

To anyone ever, not a word or a breath breathed out loud, total silence of lambs, too humane

For the aliens or the gods above this planet’s surface, in the middle of Void Space or a dream

A land’s mine of thoughts flow ‘like a river do,’ my man-mind synapses fires, naughty cream.

Ship sailed too long ago to see the wake left behind, it was here and now back then too, OMG

Now schooled in the finer arts of mind control and fishing for fish #underwater, invisible sea

Microscopic and macroscopic appearance of the shapes/forms of light and dark memes of me

I wanted this, needed this, I’m the thing itself that always was and will be here and now, aye!

If you believe it’s a game of mighty power lifting strong MEN, you’ve been deceived by birth

Inside of the egg you began as the FATHER above the VOID invaded, inseminated A WORD

A sound of a UFO hovering above your head, humming and vibrating your all too human Id

Ego was not super enough, it was vulnerable to attack from the denizens of the absolute It.

Being as it may, thus we move as the unmoved do once excited by dirty balls of cosmic fugue

Broken apart yet still One and the same Thing, part of Nothing is the whole of Nothing vogue

Coming to high heaven in the vestibule of the sacristy with the habits, hosts and hotty nuns

Who know more than the boys to priests who get no sex after their own Ma and Pa’s guns.

Last gasp of air before it’s too late to comprehend the gist of the trip, satisfaction is so fine

But you will never know the feeling after you feel it, the mind dims, the brain’s electric out

And when it’s over, you won’t know it but Nothing ever mattered, a moral code X of ethics

Unknown because it’s where we stand, sit and fly, in an ultraviolet beam, OMG, BUT WHY?

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r j j stephan, i

https://www.lakland.com/ #ABasslessClaim #ShotOfMyHoneyTripToTheAlaskanTundra

c. Mardi, FREEZEMBER 17th, 2019 A.D.

{ #ThoughtsINeededToGitOut Dedicated to #TheTwins, #HBD #60, my eyes adore you! Deborah Stephan & David Stephan without whom our Mother Theresa #TMA, the Josie & Joe daughter variety, RIP Mommy! At-ONE & done! & loop of Morganwallen #RedneckLoveSong link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

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#ForNoLoveOfGod #HumansAreIndeedAllTooHuman #DogIsDead #WORDup @ThePolice #ThePolice @GrouchoMarx

SECRET’S SAFE WITH ME, CHIEF!
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 16, 2019 #BirdIsIndeedTheWord

You can call me out whenever you think you want to hear the Truth of the Husky race track

Between the cold wars that bit off less than they could chew, just a leader of a ice-sled pack

Bunches of wolves from Siberia not knowing anything but blue, white-out and dry blood red

Kind and ferocious at the drop of a dime or a Canadian Mounty-hatted man, it has been said.

Corn-fed or wheat bread & butter from Winter to Fall, simmer down in Summer post Spring

A circular jerking and wobbling of the conglomerate astral fecal matter, smells of star’s stuff

Like Chicago, the city of bad smells, stench from dead fish and the words of ape-men lingo

Laws to regulate unintelligent, immoral beasts who ignore categorical imperatives for bingo.

Wrote and said something about things themselves, the essence of the origin and bitter Ends

Where brave men fear to tread, past the known into the darkness, I dive in a diaper, I deepen

In an empty Void of humanity which is all too human, a skeleton’s keys my Rolls to extinction

Killers used to be my friends until they came for me, to kill a free bird who lives to mock Sin.

Liberty inherited from the dissatisfied fighters for a Space and Time they call their Own joint

Willing to fight and die for the Way of the Warrior, free from kings and queens who dictate in

Suits of sharks and pinstriped shysters who move their keesters for nobody, jokers’ on point

When it comes down to getting out of trouble before you meet death’s crushing blow, I win!

Thank you if it pleases you to think and know you’ve come to Earth as a holy, orphanage egg

From a microscopic dot of DNA to your mother’s holy womb, hot pocket of rock concert swag

Utterly senseless, the First Cause makes four moves, up, down, in and out of Saturn’s o-rings

Insightful reflection of nothing at all gives you the epistemological edge of philosopher kings.

Stare at me and I stare at you for seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years of spin to fade

Wobbling, rotating, revolving like things we sense do, we are what it is, matter’s in retrograde

Now hear this, right here and right now, your brain and mind will sink fast if you’re poisoned

Nobody in cosmic soup’s worth dying for, to kill your One life, so keep it alive or be The Dead.

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r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, FREEZEMBER 16TH, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted with love thoughts of the solar system in retrograde of its own natural ecliptic, fading #FakeNews conceptual analysis, while listenin’ to #SuperIntelligence - 24/7 Binaural Beats Focus/Concentration jams @ https://youtu.be/DyYrIxRXFeU & for my infinite pleasure, Gwen Stefani & Blake Shelton #YouMakeItFeelLikeChristmas link @ https://youtu.be/3ZT9_H4-hbM}

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#PunkedInTheFunk #Wanderers

GAMMA RAY FUNK, IN DEEP SPACE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 16, 2019

-------------- #GravitationalCollapseField --------------

Meaning of the predication used in the exposition of the crushing, infrared Osiris ultraviolet

Unique and common at one and the same time, a star is born before the same dark starburst

Nothing anyone can say or do to cause Origin to change its nature, stillborn, cosmic Signus

HD209458B, Osiris, God of the Dead, stellar drama of asteroids’ gravity collapsed Pegasus.

It’s hot at one time and simultaneously cold every time, the fullness and absence of gas burns

Be alive and breathe in and out, it’s expansion and contraction of matter, takin’ it, dirty turns

Fall hurtles into winter, then spring. summer, ad infinitum, cosmos spins its wobbling bytes

Orphan worlds, neglected children #Planimo, the ejection out of a Pulsar’s Milky Way fights.

I am skeptical and you are stuck in the muck and mire of the cosmic funk inherited by Adams

Crushed by the weight of Eve and her children’s souls, chaos’ baby, microbial zombie remains

Merry gods orbit the hot fun in the summertime and frigid void of the voided vogue, my Void

Moon rivers of galactic rock collisions create the rollin’ rocks we all know today, AC/DC hoy!

Water on Earth is nearly everywhere except the uncovered mountains look like dry, old #ice7

High pressure make the H2O alive and form a moving crystal, rock salt of my mother’s moon

If there’s a son of atom, It exists there, in Adam of the Sun, superstar, cosmos’ dusted heaven

City of angels and another of bad smells, diamonds and silk rise to the top, await the swoon!

Ports to park your ride for maintenance and get ready for the super nova, you cannot escape

Nobody gets out alive, God and the angels all descend to the center of the Singularity’s drape

Minds over matter find Nothing left to perceive, zero left to think about, everything is broken

From the core of ignorant, Milky Ways into bellies of beasts, we plummet to be or not, ZaZen.

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r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, FREEZEMBER 16TH, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ Standing at a black hole’s holy singularity, a swallow of a bird in grave danger of extinction, listenin’ to the #SoundsOfSilence on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LjIu-o3wDXA }

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#PutItOffUntilItsRightOnTime #WillToPower @RareEarth @BrooksAndDunne @FrankSinatra #PhoenixRising

ON BEING MACRO-MOLECULAR DECOMPOSITION SCAT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 15, 2019

------------------ #EveryMoveYouMake #WatchingYou ------------------

A silent coup d’etat and feeling of malaise taint the Christmas carols ala #olBlueEyes Sinatra

In this real world of mortal sins, humans rule the roosts of civics, survive gods, Ala & Buddha

Santa Claus rules cultures that believe once upon a Time, an unmoved One moved & fell too

Like magic, a human union enfolded a magic angel, two front teeth lost and then found anew.

Above and below are both Hades and Utopia for the good, the bad and the ugly lonely ones

Conspiring to bite off more than anyone can chew and/or swallow, time to time in a space

A movement is made from being at total rest, asleep as we do from time to time, we got guns

Ray guns and caulking guns to seal the cracks and nail holes in walls made of paper & mace.

Just leave me a little bit of cocoa and some cookies next to the stereo console that prays to die

Yet, it persists for centuries ready to connect audio to the matrix’s hopeless fears of my Nigh

Land of snowing particles of H2O, frozen and landing in piles of whiteness and wet snowballs

Conspiring to feel pleasure and avoid pain from dusk until dawn and dreamin’ of siren calls!

Back down to the ground of here and now, apparently stardust we’re on here and now, Earth

Bound by gravity of the ground and being buried six feet down under or a flipback to rebirth

In every case, no exceptions to the rule, if you’re alive, right here and now, you are gonna die

Nothing can change the fact of life, nobody and nothing can avoid the Truth, Jingle Bells fly!

Sugar, salt, flesh and bone combined the DNA to be here and now for no reason we assume

A reason for Being Good, Never Evil, so cool that a law broke, we #fake eschatological doom

Created from Nothing, the Void of playdough infused with perfect recipes of gas and mineral

Ape’s an #ap clap-trap that loads a datastream of dot-stars, singularity-gravity collapse call.

There is a very good reason why thinkers of rational thoughts need to stop and shoot shots

Strong drinks will make you forget what you can’t remember, the Truth about reality robots

All alive and moving, growing from invisible cells to the death of DNA’s verve, nuclear death

Wizards’ and drunkards tease us all about a Will to Power, #FireWater goddess’ holy breath.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, FREEZEMBER 15TH, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Driven over the edge of the uttermost echelon of the core, the pit full of empty souls of bone marrow and listenin’ to Brooks & Dunn #NASCARwinner Sharon's Tastee Freeze https://youtu.be/H3QEKT2mk_Q }

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#PassThatFifthOfCampThisWay #UpDown #DancinInSlowMotion #NotGoodAtNotKissinAgain

OBSCURE OBFUSCATION SISYPHUS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 15, 2019

------------- #CollarIsBlue #StraightUpCountry #TeaIsSweet -------------

Waiting tables for waiters and waitresses is an occupation which exposes all too human blues

From the small children toddlers through the adolescents, creation of anti-social, #fakeNews

It’s main ingredient, love-excited germs undercover, electrolyte-protonic, or an invisible neutron

Anti-matter doesn’t really matter at all except that it’s the matrix of God, Void Mind, oh, fun!

On every other hand, to think about it more than zero Time, fakes a move from check to mate

Game ends as it began, in a neutral-off position, spaced-out while downloading a dream date

From breathing the air, the gas provided by the H2O and Void plethora of leftover #Stardust

To seek and destroy all problems which cause fear leave the path of dire straits, it’s a big bust.

It may be a predication of subjects or objects at hand, ideas and thoughts, above, so blow me

Naked cities full of hairless apes, skintight, out of divine insight, nobody’s God died so slowly

Hung to rise from the corpsed 208 bones of rocked, liquid calcium, narrow form’s shape-size

Material girls, fathered by stupid boys are the electrocute-proto neutrons of excited, blinded eyes.

Around the algebra and calculus and trigonometry, invisible points and infinite lines of wrath

Consciousness returns to the being who has fortune in a rear view mirror, trouble will ensue

Causes of the effects beyond the control of the One who seeks the Way down the middle path

Nuts and seeds in grounded solar dust, blown in winds of change back to my Void, #TheBlue.

X marked the G-spot but everyone knew it was a sham of womb, man makin’ more love bone

Creative and destructive at one and the same time, Supernova and Black Hole are hell & gone

You don’t know like I know, what that father and mother have done to me, trained to be free

Liberty and Justice for all even if you cannot handle the Truth, it seeks a dark mind, you see?

It may be a shot in the darkness on the edge of your municipality where you can drop a dime

My place in Space where I can see It all but nothing shines on the vacuum, in and out of Time

Two eyes blind without insight or hindsight, useless tools for survival of the most fit of our ilk

You want it, I want it, they want it, we all want it, health, wealth, eternal love, you #GotMilk?

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r j j stephan, i *Header is the Greek, #Sisyphus the poor #RockPusherman, #UpDown!

c. Dimanche, Freezember 15th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Drafted as the #e Coli jumped around as if they owned my sacred two hundred & eight! While listenin’ to the ELVIS PRESLEY EPN: Elvis Presley News #ChristmasPlaylist on youTube cd link @ https://youtu.be/m8IgLJx5U3Y }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?