HAPPY VALENTINES' DAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE, CAROL ANN, THE LIGHT IN MY SOUL! #TwiceAsNiceAsTheColdIce #NoJoke ROTFLMMAO & will go see the @JonnyLangBand in Tahoe tomorrow night! #LetUsRock

WHO LOVES TOAST? I GUESS I DO!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 14, 2020

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Meant to be together from the first heartbeat to the last gasp for gas in the wind, I do, It goes

Longer than the guns and knives used to fight the battles for Liberty and a divine trophy wife

Moving to and fro in the menudo of the cosmic hodgepodge of creature feature fantasy blows

Temperate and sometimes as hot as an automatic weapon, Glock or Smith & Wesson of Life.

Red dirt roads and my first time walkin’ up and down highway 49 from Auburn to Cool hills

Goin’ to work and every Sunday goin’ to the church to pray to God this means more to the eye

Than first glance of a blindman, blinded by the black and white lights like a deer ready to die

Clapton’s God in this house or I’m lying to you, listen closely, all in for my friends’ road kills!

High achievers or no good bums on the streets and roads to perdition where angels fear to go

Mainly because there are no angels, that’s the first thing, a myth is The One, dirty Black Hole

Singularity collapsed graves’ stones into the ground of being, into the burnt core of beaches

Fathers gave the business to our mothers and here we are, here, now in a blackberry patches.

Y’all don’t want to know ‘bout your own future, lunatic nature of this living-light, a sacred fire

In a photosynthetic jag of RNA and DNA, ate plants morphed from rock n’ roll into jazz trips

Around the bend & over the foothills full of poison oak and sage, blacktop poured my prints

Onto the ground of The Being, hard and soft like candy, it’s all good, and evil, a baby pacifier.

Come a little closer, my younger-older brothers and sisters, my ma and pa are way long gone

It’s all about how the ball bounces coming off of the goal, the rim, hoops’ basket case frowns

A velvet valentine heart on my chest ready to be split in two, one for me and one for you, Ga

One Zeus who’s way long gone, left us all sucking stone dust, exhaling Hades’ scam, lie of Ra.

Surging on the California coastal surf, I jam my board under my handcuffed wrist, underarm

Runnin’ in the sand, cramping my feet and calves, ignoring the pain and suffering of a worm

Surfers to the left of me and boogie night’s boards to the right, you cannot see me, I ain’t here

Cool secret’s slow & blue rock to last all night long, I’m set, 208 divine human bones, swarm!

I broke all of the glass, shattered it all into shards of reflection, split atoms of my father’s ego

He asked me, my dad, to get him out of this pain and suffering and I waited for the good to go

Eventually, after the incredible ordeal was nearly over or else the wayward, far away look eye

Holy scat batman, mastermind heads, dead philosophers & poets, first contact’s in, gad Zeus!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, February 14th 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ #HappyValentineDay to all of the Roman Soldiers that Valentine soothed in their extinction behavior, men loving their men, taken from their fathers to fight and kill Live Evil. Listening in the creation stage to Hall & Oates on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ATRsYfiVUy8 }

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#FLAMINGOPINKY #TakeABreakNow @JonnyLang

 

FLAME OUT YOU PONY SOLDIER!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 13, 2020

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Almost Valentine’s day in a few hours over here on the far side of the Earth, it’s already gone

Pretending that your mind is married to your skinned hide dog and you avoid the crazy bone

Got way too high and actually puckered up and French kissed the sky, no donuts up there boy

Braver than a man ought to be staring the end of your being in the face, ready to join the fray.

Everybody’s everything is involved in this riot of mamas’ older kids, dodger GIs AWOL scene

Little Latin Lupe Lu, tip of the hat to my sister, cousin, godmother, grandmother Josephine

Females goin’ by ‘Jo’ and gettin’ yanked around from birth to death, free when it’s hot TNT

You can walk slow or fast, you can rock and roll or go near the speed of light, love you I see.

It’s all a matter of perception, a point of view putting yourself into others’ unfortunate freeze

In deep or shallow space and moving from point to point, breathing deeply to fees’ penalties

Common like my great grandfathers’ lack of property other than their wife and children faces

Sitting here by me or you matters about as much as the Summer rain, ready to win the races.

Who plays and you and I call it a day, using more vowels and consonants to twirl the crowns

Of the queen and the king who are mortal and although not wounded, marked for the extinct

Underground or above the place way down below at the core of the Earth, there it is, in sync

Up close or afar beyond the beautiful wall from the ol’ Missis-sip to the Cal-Exico block icing.

Cortisone and whiskey from Black Jack, the brother I never had to get me drunker than pops

It wasn’t his fault, his father and the great fathers before them all got here from infinity hops

Just because you turned your head my way, I was supposed to your drop dead gorgeous legs

And follow them everywhere until I got my touch, a feel of velveteen eel-like skin, great pegs!

Maybe there is a reason for being an ignominious ignoramus, all too human, as above, divine

Planetary knowledge and wisdom of the 21st century, your ancestors cared less than all mine

Thinkin’ preachers knew nothing when they were born, dropped a dime on a black Prussia

Who thinks the minions are comely sheep flocks needing to be herded into a fold of anima.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi 13 février 2020 à 13 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #Cocaine live in 2006 MSG Networks Eric Clapton #EC & Steve Winwood on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DVl-oXi-TpY }

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#TrappedOnATrapeze #GravitySucksUsIn #GetBentAndShaped ...by #SpaceTime

PICASSO CON-CUBE, FORM LIGHT *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 13, 2020

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A con-job to convince the gullible that the Lie is Nothing but the Hole Truth, help me gods!

Yet the point is moot since everyone is a #Con either convicted or wanted for paltry hotrods

Possible to be the hunter of this bounty for pennies on the dollar, up to a ten foot slam dunk

That isn’t the half of it, the whole shebang, to know thyself and to do unto another one’s funk.

From the bitter ends of the Earth where the dust stops, the air doesn’t blow, no wind sinned

Around in circles like a dizzy ball of asteroid lost in Space, the Time for revolution, orphaned

Full stop, stagnation, deterioration of a memory’s integrated, leftover morsel of vape sunrise

Conditional argument for the nature of the beast that I am, innocence corrupted by the Price.

Costing more than the value is worth but justified by the almighty profit of Chicago 5 & dime

5 pregnancies and 7 babies we thank the mother of us all, for fortune bequeathed to my twin

Who was DOA from the holy matrix of fire, the sunspot that blew it’s cookies, monsters care!

Reaching into the holy place everywhere around, 360 degrees of directional sub-family affair.

Sitting around the ocean and painting the person I see in the form of a woman of distortion

She’s all miked up with nothing to say, she is, shall we say, an oil painted mess of swirlin’ sin

About to make the exit from the matrix which is neutral to life and death of the living gravity

It sucks us in and blows us out in a swirling whirl, won’t stay out of my mouth, ego’s mystery.

Igor or Homer will ruin the whole show, the play on words and actions is in mid-finale form

Shaped like a woman, thought as a man, all too human like the nihilistic Nietzsche silk worm

Penance given to the kings and queens who imagined immortality as a given, feared the Ends

Which is always where everything in heaven’s Earth Is, imaginary figments in a Cave, friends!

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r j j stephan, i *Header is the painting of a man called Pablo, at One, Pablo Picasso's House

c. Thursday, February Thirteenth, Two Thousand Twenty, Year of the Lord @ 3:11 AM PST

ala Maltese lingo: Il-Ħamis, Tlettax Tnejn, Elfejn u Għoxrin, Sena tal-Mulej @ 3:11 PST AM

{ Released to the infinite shadow this AM while listenin’ to the #PhilosophyOfPlato 36 books link @ https://youtu.be/VDiyQub6vpw }

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#CreaseYourPants #FootInYourKeaster #ExcommunicateWords #OneWayOut

 

COMBACK WITH LONGARMS & TNT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, February 12, 2020

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You can’t stop a black hole from it’s origin if you don’t begin at the GETGO, only one way out

Extinction of species was in the hands of the armless grabbers of plants or animals, God raw

Existence and survival of those able to trap, catch and tear skin-bones to shreds of gullibility

Nobody’s more vital to the survival of the unfit than the human species genome, blood heart.

This one is even more empty than the original, vacuous viciousness, God ain’t dead any more

Divine inspiration of this in and out, push and pull of the on and off switches, out my breath

Don’t shoot the messenger reminder in your inbox, only idiots and morons survive the death

Why bury stiff corpses? To keep them out of the mouths of insects and viruses, got the score?

Orphaned by the whores and pimps on the corner, sold for a C-note to be the good citizen sod

Planting the future taxed, the obedient and classically translated Greek and Latin, a dead god

Pretend you are nut and can’t move out of a seat in the middle of a jet flying 300 MPH on air

Now that’s a thought, a velvet blackness you’ve deep within the bowels of #woke longer hairs.

What it is nobody knows for certain, although there’s stone blind, stone blue fates of masons

Kindred spirits roam together and can be extinguished with the burger queens, neutrino sins

Not a free will but a determined Cause and Effect of hot steam from the burning H2O smoke

There never was a God, nor gods of the pantheon, always a placebo for the minions’ to choke.

My oh my, there is a necessary punk who spreads rumors and sings tunes of the moron chit

Common slaves balancing all brooms even without a full or new moon, crescent or gibbous

Micrometers of charm cannot persuade the germs to attack another host, it’s all in your gut

Living microbes all around you and deep within your DNA, a misprogrammed epileptic fit.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercoledì 12 febbraio 2020 Anno del Domini @ 7:11 AnteMeridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Drafted in #defMode with the #WheelsInTheSkyTurning, listenin’ to #Nickelback #IfTodayWasYourLastDay on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PvxVNGdwVwk }

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#WakeThePhuqUpKids #LetsGoNow #BeforeItsTooLate #YouGotTheMusicInYou & #JustDoItNow #TripEights

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AHO, LONGKNIFE SQUAW MOTHER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 11, 2020

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It is not your fault that you’ve been thrust into the magma of the mount’s sacred fire

In a play on a stage or in a moving picture film recording, just a flickering flame of ire

Divine on this plane of existence has become extinct with the naked apes without soul

They all lived in an evil funk without the benefit of charity and love of their down low.

Punks on the corners and pusses in the boots, cowboy or combat ready to stomp some arse

In a fracas with the skills to defend and offend, after the players all fell, a victor was sparse

Complete morons and idiots runnin’ the shows from dusk until dawn, on land and sea blue

It’s a matter of being invisible as you were a moment before your conception’s spark to do.

23 and 24 skidoo for all of the children’s meat stew, with herbivore flare for incarnate chew

Mink skin and fur for the coonskin caps that keep my balding cranium warm as butter toast

Avoiding the reflection of the apeman in the mirror and on the calm, river run’s cosmic dust

Compared to Nothing at all, this is Everything, all that there is in the vacuum of our Devoid.

The bones inside will turn inside out in the end, free choice to be or not to be is All y’all get

Your inherited sloth of the cave dwellers who light fires and the apes’ naked skin all in debt

Night hawks dreaming of the warm smell of defrosted meat, not yet absconded news, I fake

Out of nowhere as if they’re everywhere, always waiting in Time to be a grub, an effin’ snake.

Peers without equal, far above and beyond what’s below and deep within the genome of man

DNA out of the blue and black, a pattern of life and death in revolution around boiling fumes

A nucleotide of radical systems meaning nothing more or less than everything’s Everything, I

Thinkin’, I’m the sight seen in the movie scene, glory to be prefabricated fame, aw Mama, cry!

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r j j stephan, i *Header’s my cousin’s guest-head-shot, grati, Nadine Stephan x’s & o’s }

c. Dienstag, 11. Februar 2020, Jahr des Herrn (A.D.) @ 23:11 P.S.T.

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the beats of the Heart within the rib cage go thump, thump in Timed out Space & jammin’ to Welcome all.empath.starseeds.lightworkers/warriors .truth seekers 💚💛💜❤💙, we are the One! #NeverForget911 }

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#INeedSomeWhiskeyGlasses #DoubleBarrelledBlackJack @MorganWallen @TheNewRadicals #AlphaMales #OmegaFemales #WeOnlyGotWhatWeGive #ThatsAllFolks #DontGiveUp #DontLetGo

ACES OVER QUEENS, FOOL HOUSE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 11, 2020

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Sweet Jesus and Buddha of mine, they never saw this, if they did they’d have just phqn died

Falling in love with the sea salt witch that never leaves you alone and out of tune, mortal Sin

As if you knew who Davy Crockett was, oh yeah that’s right, you & Davy Crockett’s coonskin

A racoon on top of the bald head to keep the noggin warm, bulletproof as a steak or cowhide.

A quirk it might be yet it feels like the essence of eternity when I’m talkin’ to myself, echo too

It all comes around in the end like a rope lasso I throw at the cowherd and get them back cool

All for the back of the slaughter house where they go to get eaten by bull’s who shat It within

Gold, blue blood, diamonds, pretty smiles and unrotten teeth, no sugar to eat or lip hummin’.

Got a juice harp for the melody twang and a bird’s tweets from the eagle’s nest above the cliff

Atop the sleeveless deadwood we didn’t chop and saw into toothpicks and marble mansions

So the artists and actresses of the selfies and movies of the cinematic genii who pretend to be

Who they were before and after their Blues concepts, big idea of DNA replication, a god’s sea.

You got this one bench by the ocean’s edge, near the beach where you can’t get further to me

You can’t swim long and you’ve got to drown and die in the mass of liquid matter, side of Far

Like the backbeat and the story-lines of the headlines and best selling tales of A reason to be

Ever since you saw me on the corner waitin’ for a bus outside a Pacific tavern, blues-man bar.

Now, I’ll take you right there if you don’t mind letting go of everything known, forget ‘bout It

Then, it’s in the future you can’t know before it’s right there in front of your nekid bull’s chit

Form and matter molded to your DNA pattern of the first two who made the first One, daddy

Yeah, the flow you knew when DIRT flew the coup, being a dog’s backbone, blues-man at sea.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Martedì 11 febbraio 2020 Anno Domini @ 1:11 Pacific Standard Time (PST)

{ Drafted while recallin’ your #LongKiss & #HeartOfGold & loopin’ Morgan_wallen_offical #RedneckLoveSong on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

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#DoItAgain #StaplesSingers #MavisStaples #WhatAMaroon #BradPittRanThroughIt @BradleyPitt #BugsBunny #YosemiteSam

BULLY PULPIT & A SISTER’S HEAD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 10, 2020

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Not a thing or nothing at all but a concept of total inclusiveness in hot burnin’ bird blind

By the blazing fire of the burning star we call the One, the God without which, we all find

Ends of Nothing in the Void, trapped like a rat in a maze of no exit, no entry, no F in Way

Middle path of pathos and grief without being on the left or right of the center, God, I say?

It was written by scribes who recorded the Word of Men, not gods’ who stuck It in honey

In caves of mountains and hills or below the switching, waves of the oceans, H2O in foal

Hydrogen gas and Oxygen fumes come into our lungs for a treat of Life’s supernova soul

I live for you & you for me, without a nerve left to feel the #CrushOfLove, yo papa Sonny.

Lookin’ from way back and far ahead of the present dream of divine presence, all too human

Touch my heart and soul, invisible to my eyes but an article of blind faith and selfish doubt

Not a thing, not nothing at all but a concept of total inclusiveness in the hot burnin’ flameout

In the process of staring deep into the black hole, enter/exit a broken Singularity, my mouth.

Ahead of the rear ends of the herd where you won’t be following the gas of the head bull stud

Ready to fight for the females to generate more of the things themselves, extra terrestrial cud

Chewed up RNA is hijacked by mankind’s DNA to replenish grand funk, gas debt, elimination

Culture and society of the historical record keepers is a comedy and tragedy of idiots in a sin.

Mortality and divinity, one and the same to the innocent babies who never asked for the flirt

In or out of the house you’re born into, the ends are all an identical wake-up call to just be It

What it is? Guess and you’ll win the game of cause and effect, to be or not to be, you ain’t chit

All you are, all you’ll ever be, no wings just shovels to dig into a dead star’s black hole sundirt.

What’s up with Jack? Nothing special at all but a theory of everything known, lit up thunder

X marks the spot of my guilder signature, masonic sinless, iron burn, on a dying honey bee

Ran the dozens and used the #JibJab of the bull’s eyes I ate for dinner, recycled down under

Buried pirate treasure stolen from kings and queens who ripped the gift of god, me, me, me.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February 10th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ Jammed generating a mystic Void between my ears, for the sake of humanity to manking, listening to Unconscious program of 10 Hz of #BinauralBeats link @ https://youtu.be/bVGq3owIksM }

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New Radicals - You Get What You Give (Official Video) #OneDanceLeft

#WeOnlyGotWhatWeGive

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#AddictedToFormaldyhide Formaldehyde #StonedBlue #RockAndRoll #HomeBeforeTheAMSun

ME, ME, ME! AIN’T YO’ KINDA MAN
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 9, 2020
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Are you a phuqing moron? I have nothing to show for the good fight of supernova self-dopes

Imagine things that you see when you see Nothing-At-All, it’s a Void to avoid umbilical ropes

They will hang you or electrocute you or poison gas you in a thing called chamber of my ‘X’s

Where death comes callin’ your name before the rest of the fold, words got a nuance, hexes.

A magic spell for you to repeat ad infinitum, you can either find gold or diamonds in hehl

Music of the muscle heads without the grey matter charged up with the verve of the gods

Melting the abject fear in a puddle of holy mud and bloody micrometers of the rung bell

Ringing a ding dong sound, calling your deeper self inside to come out of the red hotrods.

Killing it and reincarnating it into my dreams in this cosmic menudo template of psychos

Crawl above the ground to the 8 miles higher than your grave in the ground beef of Blows

Addicted to me, that plant’s crumbs are ground up in microscopic bytes of burnt DN acid

Utter kindness when the mercy kill makes sense, to save you from from infinite pain’s Id.

Supreme or insignificant argument for the nature of the beast you can’t Google, it’s so TNT

Command the beast within you and you’ll comprehend the Ends, It Is One, a prisoner’s free

This world is shattered and split into smithereens for nobody to see it, a puzzle piece skid-all

My ancestors who hid in caves from the dinosaurs drew pictures, deadend on LeClaire's wall.

Domain of the world generate straight lines from birth to death, I’m all that’s alive, it’s done

From my mother and father, the creeps tried to steal my liberty by deception, all in good fun

My love and fortune as they were before and after birth’s death, firing Kim Komando my boy!

As above, so below, all the same thing in an infinite dream of empty space, the Bronx’s Void.

If you bet on your own team to win, how can you lose? You knew it would be a long shot bet

It’s my long knife, it’s my sharp sword, my self defense of the thing itself, one more thing set

Mold of the shaped form of mud and blood and bone coming to Jesus’ empty crucifixion bone

You cannot rise from the dead if you’re dead, no God almighty, no Evil Genius of the genome.

Pure love and hate in the ‘hood, in the streets with your rubber gym shoes, double speed hops

Above or below the rim, shots rain from heaven and swish for two or three from the arc’s top

In between the sheets or underground below the dregs of society and the ilk of yo’ mama milk

My dream ends when I say it’s over, no accidents will terminate my existence, karma like silk.

Groovin’ with a flattop crew-cut pops gave me sittin’ on the toilet in the bathroom by the door

It was all over every time pops said, Richie, get in the bathroom, givin’ you a little trim my kid

Until I left my father’s house, I was his to train for a trip across cosmic black ice, ah #phuqme

We came together and we didn’t come at all in premature ejaculation of factoids’ stoned sea.

Want your freedom back? I won’t keep you down, I’m just a candle in the wind’s malfunction

I roved the ground of being and gleaned the relations that enhanced my Oneness, reject of sin

Disobedience is my forte, an obstinate young boy, turned mad teen wolf, eating girls I’ve won

Don’t worry about me, me, me ‘cause I am rich enough yet a beast of burden, ‘I am The ONE!’

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, February 9th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM, #MidnightTilNoon 24/7

{ Jammed out of the blue sky above and black space below while metabolizing the TheRollings HITS 2020 on youTube link @ https://rollingstones.com/tour/ }

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