#HeavyTraffic #WynonasBigBrownBeaver #CaptainShiner @PRIMUS does rock y'all, eh?

AN EXECUTIVE’S ASSISTANCE SIGN

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 18, 2020

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It is the way that it is for a reason, it’s not your free choice nor my own, deep thrust concept

Analyzed from the original flagellate to the ova form of infinity, a perpetual charity precept

Consequences for the First Cause of the Big Bang, there is That, this here, that there of it all

Never intentional being a mean man or ignorant human being, yet I am what I am, Adam fell.

You know it and I know it from sea to shining sea, from the cinematic psychos of holly wood

Perfection in the test tube at the lab unleashed on the minions who strive for the music fraud

They get it now and then, the need to bleed for HIPPIES, GYPSIES, DREAMERS, AND ME

Prom night, marriage night, good night Irene and that is all there is, life on Earth’s a mystery.

All for One and One for All is the motto of not only three musketeers but also just a Cisco Kid

Trilogy of Logic, Reason & Nonsense in episodic dreams, birth, living & dead Egos of Ra’s Id

Women and men no different from one another, each to one’s own phantasm of mass-psyche

Followers of creeds, tower of Babelish linguistics of Vagabonds’ Words, retrograde 4th Reich.

There’s an imagination for certain, First Cause of the images inside the head, behind 3rd eyes

Cream of the dream is at the tip top of the realizations of consciousness’ awareness of on high

Below the function of a calculus’ abstraction from the ink of plants and animals’ gypsies of I

On the hunt for beauty to reproduce the need for immortality, rewarded with mortality flies.

If I were a fly on a wall at the first moment of conception, I’d hear the words, “Uh oh! Sheet!”

Then I became this thing typing right here and now, bleeding out an early AM 7-11 java donut

I know nothing, starting right there, calm your derriere down and chill for the punch line putt

Neither got a hole in one nor saw one but I’ve seen the tiny holes and tiny balls of God’s heat.

I’m referring to either the reader or someone the reader knows, mama & papa’s Hades’ Hehl

Bringing it all on home now, counting backward from a million point five, ready, set now go

Headed toward the finish line just by reversing 180 degrees, turning ‘round to the back-flow

Shape is Form tasted by light and sight, blinded beings know no form yet feel the odor, smell.

On this middle path found by accidental movement in a paradigm spherical cube, I am all in

You are all in as well but you won’t know that for the duration of your belief in after living life

Where nobody has ever gone when they die on Earth, not even one pope or high priest of Ra

Not one that’s One and at Peace with their Soul can go wrong, it is what it is, so, bla, bla, bla.

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r j j stephan, i { not #WynonasBigBrownBeaver though! I get it! }

c. Saturday, January 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to Primus.us #TalesFromThePunchbowl #SouthboundPachyderm on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yH3_H-E2Y0s }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#UpKracked @MarvinGaye #ThatsTheWayLoveIs @MaroonFive #Sugar #TheArchies

SUGA, C6H12O6 & THIS CAT’S FACE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 17, 2020

* AMEN, SO BE IT, SO BE ME, SO BE YOU, SO BE US *

You get what you get as soon as you can, diabetic days of sweetness’ assault by my #Wardogs

Take you from innocence to the machine that hydrates and bleeds for the sake of the #Hogs

What you see and what you say is what you get, blind men taught deaf and dumb hoodlums

Traded #TrickleDowns to poor folks who didn’t learn to read or analyze concepts in slums.

That’s the narrow way of love, the way it’s always been and the way it will be until days’ None

When it’s all gone some tomorrow, even the happiness and sorrow, the good, the bad and fun

Ugly is a matter of an evolutionary diversion to perfect the species for survival on Star’s Earth

Once it begins, planetary precession of orbital phenomena manifests, #BlackHole in a heart.

How long do I have? How long do you have, how long does this old heavy motherload's peak

Feel it deep down inside the rest of your life, your whole world is just this way, dead end week

Sure enough, sun rises in the East, sets in the West, regardless of your place on Earth Spaces

Harder as Hell at south and north poles, at a wobbling spin where a fake, frozen axis is & was.

Where it will be when the supernova occurs at some point in the orbital uncertainty principle

Is where I will be, you’ll be there too and all of the joy of the moments, here, now, shot to hell

It’s just fine, it’s alright, alright, alright, like it or not, it is the way it is, you’re privileged funk

One’s an itty, bitty broken-hearted matrix’ cloud of cosmic dust, Milky Way full of honkytonk.

Sugar came from the muck and mire that’s disintegrating into the emptiness, H2O of sublime

It’s a miracle that the living are not all dead, that they ever were created from nothing, lahime

Monkeys see and the monkeys do what they see, repeat ad infinitum, 1001 apes to show & tell

Follow the cracks in front of your face, in the herd that’s how it is, follow the cracks ‘til ya fall!

“Give me some sugar baby!” she said and he said nothing, just kissed the two lips squeezings

Conditional infinity as no more than an abstract concept, I analyzed happiness’ fake gladness

Everything’s everything and Nothing is the rest of It, it appears to be, an all too human blow

Game played, it’s all over, DNA’s a boy’s special & general relativity crutch, friends, let’s roll!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, January 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PSt

{ dialed into @MarvinGaye #ThatsTheWayLoveIs in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/p2R4CNHJrps 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.

#BlackHouse #WhiteUnderpriveleged #WelfareForNobody @JoeSatriani shreddin' the frets for the minions!

JUNK-CHIEFS O’ER MAUI CLIFFS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 16, 2020

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From the streets and alleys, side and backroads, boulevards and avenues of the 7 continents

Seven of them in the midst of random variation of the human DNA and its tiny constituents

Full Monty or just a naked beast of burden to clothe and keep clear of offensive odor scents

Everybody who has missed a shower for a day, two, three or four, the cats eat your corpses.

Navigator on the cruise or the battleship remains on 24/7 watch of the old men and the sea

Proprietor of the seven seas and seven continents, essence of being a stardusted, rocky scree

A complete three act saga of dramatic experience of violated innocence of orphans of a Zeus

Every living man and woman who were boys and girls, boom, was a fertilized ovum, a ruse.

Back off of the attitude that the minions find distasteful, bombshell to be seen but not heard

Inside of the armory with the artillery and munitions, it’s a strategic air command, los lobos

They lay on the pavement in the cities and the authorities allow the new sewers of the absurd

Who hangs around drunk, evil hobos on or off of the streets of America? Other junky hobos.

Certainly, there’s an uncertainty principle, a thought expression that’s the ‘x’ of the equation

The Unknown is everything that we don’t know, that’s an indubitable fact of life, a mortal sin

Meaning that from innocence there’s an infection of guilt passed on by the infected unworthy

Leeches who spell ‘live’ backwards, RNA viral microscopic infections, ‘evil’ with blinded faith.

Homeless men gathered up yesterday, streets and sidewalks cleared by all of the king’s men

Humpty Dumpty dudes and chicks who sat on walls, had a great falls, broke into my lion den

I am armed and dangerous but the bums and junkies don’t care, they will steal & leave dung

Who raised these adult human beings? Where did their holy mamas and papas come from?

Take a moment right now, since your attention has been arrested by the sheriff who I’d shot

I am the deputy who caught a ricochet shot off of the chrome-walled cylinder full of roof rats

There is a probability of being unconscious while being awake and faking the role of a robot

Junk sinks to the sand undersea, wisdom of dead sea scrolls of rolled bones, y’all overshot?

Thought you’d believe in blind faith that your personality/spirit lives after/before a body dies

You won’t care that you’re not immortal until the Time in Space turns into a body of superflys

It’s no butcher shop where you give your number up to someone else, kick the horse, giddyup

You gotta give up the junk you’ve got because you’re a rube and the upper crust of a solo cup.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, January 16, Twenty Twenty Anno Domini

{ Drafted in a box of cubic inches and millimeters while listening to HITS of @CannedHeat on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fntMNNW0nYE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Internet #WorldWideDweebs @ArmstrongAndGettyRockinAirWaves #LoveTheSausageLinksNow #DownTheHatch

 

PHANTASM, 24th & J ST, BUMJUNK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 15, 2020

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Mighty mice form a union of vermin that cannot be contained by humankind, it’s a rat race

But only the mice are in charge of the Will to Power and there’s nowhere the beggars can go

Being and nothingness spoken inside of stone walls, scribbled in gibberish on dead tree pulp

From the origin to the final implosion of the atomic electrons, protons and neutrons, a blow.

Bums and junkies in free trailers on public land with public funds supporting the extinctions

Of men and their spawn, their wives, daughters and sisters, the mothers of god’s upchuckers

They know who they are, the shoes fit them, every bum and junky knows the middle o’ pizazz

To debate me and to debate the minions about me, in and out of the dead air, listen to a hiss!

Progressive to the inversion of the solved equations from material girls and celibate boys

Lads and lassies who are formed by the shape of the Time and Space they have fallen into

Through no fault of their own, they are now responsible for All the pain of becoming dead

The dirt, the starstuff left over from a Big Bang, a goddess’ revenge of being disrespected.

I am going to finish the end of my own life at the Time and Space I choose, bar all, bar One

Humanity of being the ‘all too human’ person of the brain’s mind experiment, to be or not

Punks generated from an original cookie from the edge of the blown-out, holy singularity

Pieces of gold, of silver, of molybdenum First Caused the gravitational collapse of reality.

Days of the solar year, momentary lapse of decades, star system of haggard, ultra millennials

Are unmoved in the mind of the One creator, dead ice matter and energy of pretentious gods

Incomprehensible and illogical predication of the thoughts’ subjective, an objectivist in utero

From the empty womb, home of the comedy and tragedy to cry or laugh at, f-infinity’s show.

Homeless bums and junkies that come from the loins of mankind, somewhere with free food

Nonetheless, they come to the land of sunshine and free food stamps, free housing in a hood

Makeshift homes, floating on the river where the scat all flows downriver to a delta’s pooh sea

Down by the river, where nurses fear to go, rats on a LIVE streaming riverboat sing, PO’ ME!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Janvier 15th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while #DumpingFuelOnThePlayground to the asphalt jungle of school playgrounds & listening to #ShadowOfSeattle by MarcysPlayground on youTube HITS LINK @ https://youtu.be/-EdYOy91yGg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#UncontestedRideAroundTheCity @Chicago #Chicago #ATrain #AllAboard

ALL ABOARD! WORTH THE TRIP!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 14, 2020

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If you haven’t gone on a trip to the awesome place in space up near the north pole, #Go

Alaska on a ocean liner full of people, crew, staff of entertainment and passenger overflow

Going in and out of ports to disembark for a myriad of activity, too much to run it down

Suffice it to say, you will not be bored, you will be well taken care of, for a lowbrow clown.

A speculation and condition of results when you fiddle around with the symbols of Oedipus

Rock and roll move the bones and limbs nobody sees, a ghost, a spirit, a soul on my knees

Political intrigue for those who are too bored to say, wait just a moment, thank you please

Around the world, the circle is fluid and becomes nothing, substance of the #Fake priests.

First movement of the hands of time, seconds and minutes full of hours and dried bones

Bleached into wide swathes of what it means to be jolly roger’s sky king of the queen s#it

First movement of slapped hands of time, seconds, minutes and hours tick to opal Stones

Better never than late, it’s on the had, on the nose of the red rose, I smelled & suckled It

Too far to go before the essence has transformed into the plethora of the Singularity locust

Montage of the humane treatments in an empty Void around Earth, #Clearlit black stardust

Paranoid of the Persians and the river of loathing where a river runs through the Eden of Id

Multiple divisions of cells into keepers of mitochondrial fluid, of One and only One, The Kid!

Fulfillment of the needs and desires of the thing itself, extinction is immanent then, got milk?

From the cows and goats and women we milk the teats dry until there’s nothing but dead air

For the mice and the men left to the skies above and below the center line of the jump balls

It ends where it began, same place and time, problematic solutions... Paul Harvey, good day!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, Janvier 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 8:25 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Blues&Soul Bar ChicagoRock #SugarHillATrain on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4huQooXJIlo }

finis

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BornToSlitherAndRock #ThatsHowItIs #MadnessSadness & @MarvinGaye

AN AHA, A NARROW WAY TO FEAR?
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 14, 2020

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Once upon a time, an itty, bitty boy with innocence and a need to know the Truth, all of It, All

Through training on the A-train, never all-in on the unholy functions of the Cosmic Soup Sea

Space outside Earth with neither trace of Love nor Hate, just a looped train, Bad Smell orbit

Or oval or just a train on elevated tracks about the city in a Loop, pain in the Michigan shyte.

Tears ran with the sewage of the blood and sweat, love turned to sorrow ad infinitum, so sad

But you know it’s not your personal fault, just your ancestors’ inheritance from a god of bad

Leaving the good and ugly to fend for themselves without disturbance from all negative vibes

In music and philosophy of existence and a metaphysics of empty vacuum theories, g-bribes.

Superwoman, superman, there ain’t even One, never was and never will be a DNAcid atrophy

Nothing is immortal and if anything is immortal then it’s an unknown concept, pseudo-entity

Processing the data as a computer might, with logic and reason, no passion or dog in the hunt

Slaves owned by masters who might terminate the existence of themselves and a tribal bunt.

In the US of the A’s, that’s how it is when you’re four or five and housed by the dead end kids

Wild when they were young, thrown into battles in wars, watched death with innocent eyes

Turned the gold back into the lead of the ground, the substance of meaning, what it’s all ‘bout

I know just what you’re goin’ through now, without a lick of meaning, the Way of Love’s out!

Glad to be here for a moment, accidental solar, black hole, residue of The Plethora’s elliptical

Overdue commitments to fulfill now being rectified by the powers that Be, you and me, US

To the squares and the cubes in the third dimension of Time, here in the Void of head cheese

Here today and gone tomorrow, madness of universal logarithms, a grateful, deadhead bell?

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r j j stephan, i *-header is ME ‘bout 54 years ago, innocence! LOLs MY favorite! #HowItIs!

c.   Mardi, Janvier 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Jammed out of the ether this AM, loopin’ Marvin Gaye #ThatsTheWayLoveIs ‘cause I felt that I ain’t got no friends, sentenced to uncertainty in the infinitude of a Facebook Punsters Asylum & COERCED to listen AND memorize the tuneage, “I did all the legwork, therefore, I am,” a link @ https://youtu.be/p2R4CNHJrps & A #TRAMP bone-US below by the #Uniques }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StrippersNeedBoyfriendsToo #ArmstrongAndGettyRock #RippedByXRayAndCosmicDust

xRAYS, COSMIC DUST & WISDOM
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 13, 2020

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Paid nothing for this, educated by my grandfathers and grandmothers children, enculturated

Homo Sapiens inherited the luck of the draw, the babies given to orphanages or convent of Id

Where the egocentric man-boys form a gang of a dirty dozen or three, rules the world of gold

Inside of your cardboard box with headphone/earbuds blockin’ out the footsteps and tire roll.

Lighthouses a twinkle of shining stars into the wild, dark night’s liberty, a #1 hit song to sing

For being in a place in Space at a specific Time in Pleasure and Pain both enjoyed it, suffering

Fear of Death and gravitational attraction derived from First Move of the Earth, orbit of love

Nothing lasts forever and forever lasts longer than that, infinity of the proverbial ghost above.

Out of the fountain by Michigan’s lake, I’ve become jaded by the sheer genius of the he-Man

Showing the ignorant the way to the wise power, leading to the unsuccessful din of Peter Pan

Oh no, we’re all gonna die, hum dump fell off a brick/rock/China wall, broke up in smidgens

From the yoke of DNA smart enough to climb an electronic wall full of electrocution of aliens.

If you are born and raised inside of a dark cave without live, you won’t need eyes to see The It

Something unknown becomes a feeling, not a vision to the psycho-social mind trust of my Id

Coming into plethoras past a singularity stretch of DNA quarks, #Cornpop’s hair n’ spareribs

Perfection of one’s own imaginary philosophy of existence, bygones and mitochondrial webs.

Cast aspersions at the way of the middle path at your own peril, look over the precipice of me

Who you are and were is not who you’ll be at the final termination of your moves of the godly

Earth spins, gives an impression of light and dark, egg-triggered mortality, blind faith screes

A bitter taste, pungent smell, hard to say, acidic or alkaline, stardirt god’s a dirty, holy freeze!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Janvier 13, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Released the hounds, edited by the tortoise editorial staff of random #botsOfFB & listenin’ to the scree of the #HornyTortoises on The Facebook Church of Armstrong and Getty a flamethrower Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST link  Armstrong And Getty Radio Talk Show #LightInTheDark

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FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#UnderATon Window @TowerOfPower #BozJazz #ColderThanDiamondIce

HERE & NOW, A CRYPTIC COLDCUT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 12, 2020

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Cookie cutters never hurt the dough they cut into the shapes and forms, it’s all this GD funk

Here today not tomorrow, like it or not, joy turns to sorrow whether good or bad, ship’s sunk

In the Overton window, you’ve seen what will be in revolution of a thousand bums, it’s a sign

Pestering your grandma and making your grandpa laugh is derriere off, made him live to 99.

Broken bones and sore muscles ripped to shreds in a aeronautical crash into the moon rocks

Got no friends and the whole world crashed down on your noggin, full throttle pedal to metal

Hurt by love, got all the best of me, then like a phoenix I rose from the smoke and ash to cielo

Left this and that behind, grounded where it began, in the Void’s muck, I suck the air I blow.

OK, mom and pop have left the Earth and put this heavy load into my mind, trained by p0pes

Cardinals and bishops who never learned to play chess, they’re in check for their mortal lives

Impeccable though I am, I care about evolutionary flaws of the victims of love, Mama’s babes

Rolling stones and all of that jazz that comes out of the air, the plugs and wires, pitcher saves.

I am Oh for Three in the Trinity, I walk down lonesome roads with heavy loads, I am the One

Nothing in the Many would ever allow the Truth to be known, that you and I are having fun

Be that as it may, woe betide you, don’t let the roads get the best of you, follow a middle fork

Something you will recover here, recollection of your generation from naught but a tiny dork!

Why? Give me a reason, good or bad for the Facts of Life, never told by some who had death

By the throat, chokin’ all of the life out of the rocks and muck and mire, it’s what a man seeith

Lookin’ around while blinded by the starlight of the sun’s blown atoms, roads and paths gone

Standin’ still and able to see 360 degrees around the circles and squares, a triangulated song.

Morning morons and idiots never sleep and never dream, I am not one but I know them all

A thousand times I’ve walked the steps from the foundation’s ground of being to the hilt call

Path blocked, sound off, lights off, never born, never died, the amorphous thing itself, I am

Tears wiped away, crying rivers terminated, joy and sorrow done gone, I shot & ate the ram.

Last supper, last lunch or the fastest of breaks, two minute walk time, eleven of fifteen is It

All you and I will ever get from the powers that be, wobble, spin, fly in elliptical, finite orbit

Ending the trip another time won’t matter much, a supernova never killed anything ya punk

Only the anaerobic breath’s gotta go, pretenders & material girls in a world of my silk Funk.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Copped out of the original divine gibberish swimmin’ in the menudo of roads to Hades, jacked-up on StevieWonder #BoogieOnReggaeWoman @ https://youtu.be/ylQMhYqSntk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?