Saturday, February 22, 2020
Thursday, February 20, 2020
#DoTheJerk #ThisMeansWar #MontyPythonFlyingCircus
DAY, 2-20-2020 A.D. GENI FLIPPER *
Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 20, 2020
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It’s been a while, eh, since day 1-1-1 A.D. there’s been a discrepancy in utero, fake music light
Multiplied subtraction damage from extracted recombined codex of DNA’s holy infinite fight
Gave it to you and me right there down the middle of the pipe, in the pocket’s sweet spot core
Dying a moment after I’ve come to Jesus or high heaven just because I can, a cracker at four.
I got some music left inside of the deep, dark space place between the star dust, blown suns
Father of the suns just a byte of unknown “x” of the thing itself, what it is to be a man’s guns
Arms of biceps and triceps to be stroked as if it means anything more than a form of apemen
From swingin’ through trees on vines to running, walking, hiding, trapping & eating spawn.
On a joy ride in style of the kings and queens who never had a want or need unfulfilled, alive
In a mortal bag of skin full of 208 bones, hooked up with sinews moved by thinkin’ it’s Live
Transformed in the process of transubstantiation’s miracle of a pretend happening, I forget
The rest is history you can find written down on paper in twenty some dialects of lingo debt.
You got what you gave the entire time you’ve been seven, an age of reason, logic’s rational fun
Invasive from the core of being to the current affair of being in harm’s way or an easy Big One
Like Big Sur or a Big Dipper, nearly unimaginable good graciousness, musty King Kong balls
Serious waves movin’ with the rhythm of the moon perturbation and Earth’s wobbling walls.
Crying because I can’t laugh anymore in this darkness left over from the grateful soul train
First Cause keeps it moving and pulling the entire universe back into the implosion fashion
Temperate, cool heat of Gold states; dreamers with a demon immersed, bent H1N1 v-disease
On a knee bent for honor at nightfall, fell apart & gave nothing but a common flip, free fees.
Everything is everything and everybody knows that is the Truth, it cannot be denied, a priori
Judgement call as presented by a mind trained seals and showdogs eaten treats, a posteriori
Now and then there’s a this or a that which comes out of nowhere seen, Void’s full empty set
Some might find it well before the last gasp of wicked, putrid gas and funky punk blood’s let.
Right before the end of the third act, I left the play without adieu, nobody ever knew my bytes
Disappearance like magic makes the reasons for things themselves, random flyin’ xBox kites
In the explanation of the Essence and Form or shape of Matter, a supernovae singularity hole
Pronouns will have predicated the appearance of an astral vacuum, no justice, I’m in control!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, 2-20-2020 @ 2:22 PM PST
{ Drafted in the swamp while listenin’ to @MontyPythonCommunistQuizSketch @ https://youtu.be/vZ9myHhpS9s }
* Header’s moi, when I was ‘bout 4 years old, circa 1955 A.D. I was NOT a paid actor! }
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W.W.A.R.D.?
Wednesday, February 19, 2020
#WatchHimPayForHisEverySin #KissThis #ZORROSignal #Z
ZORRO, MA & THE ESCRIMADERO
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, February 19, 2020
She knows everything I know and it’s not a top secret you need to keep, broadcasted LIVE
From mountaintops and ocean buoys, satellites and cosmic rays out of the Void’s ether pit
Amazing feat, this fait accompli and the happiness of philosophical pi in the blue sky above
As below, in any case the sky is grey or blue, reflected obstruction of the Singularity of Love.
Persecution for the running of bulls near the red barn and the fenced in cowboys’ cowgirls
Can’t move without the preying lips of the wanted and unwanted, dreamers all just spit curls
Punched in the mouth or the solar plexus bread basket, knocked teeth out, took breath away
To the jerk of the grabbed collar at the back of your neck, gave you the nature of priestly gays.
These guys who are all dead by now, used to be the teachers I was exposed to from ‘65 to ‘69
Priests of the cloth, a collar of pretendin’ to be Christlike yet just a masquerade for Evil Lives
I feel sorry for all of the dead old men and the ones who still survive this Glass Bead endgame
Sitting on the face of Fear and Grace is all a part of the cub and boy scout, altar boy’s blame.
Taught by the best to be the quickest draw undercover, a stealth tool for the defense of gods
What is or is not running the game you and I find ourselves in the middle of, with or without
Souls and spirits move it until it either freezes, melts or becomes the food of gods’ original sin
Hunks of burning matter, atomic quarks and the essence of minion forms, eat Out, suck It in.
Harder on you than it is on me & that’s not the deal I made, mighty powers of a wild #Wife
You were supposed to be facilitated by my presence to avoid the impediments of nasty life
A moving target, animated by eating what was alive and burning the fuel, to be or not, OM
In grooves of Space & Time, particular and in general, stabs at the Truth are all of this, Ma!
It’s a matter of cuttin’ and runnin’ when the Time rolls over your attention to the matter’s sin
That you paid no attention to the caring for the love and nurturing the place where it is In
Your heart, your soul, a goodbye kiss or a hello goodbye hug like a step brother’s real mother
I can take it or leave it, a goodbye kiss is fine on my cheek and I don’t mean One with red lips.
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r j j stephan, i
c. February 19th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to some #AaronTippin #KissThisGoodbye on youTube #CeeYa link @ https://youtu.be/gaVnU6yHwSI }
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Tuesday, February 18, 2020
#FunctionalCalculus @NilsLofgren #NilsLofgren & @DelbertMcClinton #MonkeyAround
FUNCTIONS OF SOULSHINE = 0
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 18, 2020
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It all comes down to that if you agree that numbers and words matter to the essence sieve
Meaning of your existence and everyone else’s is a matter of devil conjecture, a dust devil?
Devil is just liveD spelled in reverse, turnin’ your head into your bleeding madras sleeve
At some point of no return you won’t be able to look back at all, ever, monkeys see no evil.
You got to the beach ‘cause there was nowhere left to go ‘cept down under, a DJ’s foot locker
Lonely walk down the one way road, strength to carry a load on to the end but why, #uyqk ‘er
Mothers and sisters, aunts and girlfriends, oh and the wives of eternity, I do, etc, etc, so there
Then comes the hormonal fluctuations and misunderstanding signs and signals of savoir fair.
Broke down calculus’ Ends of trigonometry enter the twilight zone of mathematical certainty
Algebraic notions asserting premises for the arguments’ conclusions and professorial vanity
Yet there’s no proof that anything is absolutely true beyond a reasonable doubt, in or out here
Knocked up on Earthen Heaven doorsteps, all of us, first to last gasp of stashed rainbow hair.
A secret divulged is no longer a secret, therefore if there is such a thing, I cannot tell you I do
Know it, that nothing is known to anyone, the proof is that I have blinded eyes but no crew
I see nothing except some words give me a inner observation of a distinct inner vision flash
A cookie or some other digital electron-magnetic signal from the source of planetary potash.
Standing, sitting on the grounds of being, asphalt and tar blacktops, everywhere sign’s words
Awkward bytes of data ingested and regurgitated by the minions’ ten commands of the gods
Party on the thirty-sixth hole and I’m not kiddin’ about the four nine rounders, I hit the balls
Then drive and walk, I hit the ball again and again until it rolls-in the holes of the waterfalls.
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r j j stephan, i
c. 18 febbraio 2020 Anno Domini @ 15:33 ora solare del Pacifico
{ Drafted jammin’ to #MonkeyAround & HITS by Delbert McClinton youTube link @ https://youtu.be/leN0fUPQLlc }
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#SacredHeartOfSaintAnn #UncleTomsCabinette ...whatever! #LittleMissAmerica
YOU’D BE MAD TOO, IN THIS MUCK
It IS probably your fault that your mother and father conceived this animated cartoon’s fusion
Before you had access to a misdirected Will to the power that drives genomes forward to sin
Air of your breath that goes in and out of the center of holy holes, seven in and seven to fuss
Feeling the DNA explode like a starbursting the atomic fission about the matrix of atom dust.
Full of the bread used to give life to the dying and starving who freeze in summer wind reigns
Burn to ash and smoke in majesty’s wintertime of burning matter and being the flame of fires
Strings making theories of effective First Causes and Big Dream Cults, a prophylactic coverup
Lonely road ahead, as above and so it is below the empty Void all around the Earth’s full cup.
Strong enough back until a nerve gets tweaked by a bone structure compromise, hard tackle
Knocked the senses into a twilight zone’s concussion and monster idiots above me in a circle
Fat heads and pie holes wide open like their steroidish eyeballs were taped like broke fingers
At One, attention and ready, willing and able to execute commands-orders of pain, my dears.
I’m the carnivore and herbivore stuck here on a cosmic rock-dusted white dwarf or red giant
A singularity shattered that last deep spread-out, fly like an eagle, breathless kid on my knees
Heart and soul of an imaginary blind faith of what is within like illusory gods in a Space fight
Judged as nobody’s point of view, all of our assumptions’ best reasonable guess at a red light.
I ran the tolls and never paid the fines, broke the laws that I made through the ancestral fakes
Went one way streets and two way avenues, four way boulevards and gingerbread men bakes
Walked the girls home from school, danced with the girls at the sock hops, married, fathered
Back flexed toward the ends of Time with the Ends just a last gasp for my angel wings aired.
You might see ahead of you a foot or two but around the corner, it may or may never occurr
An invisible step ahead, unseen until it’s too late to see anything at all, lights go outta here
Not that I want this or that from the minions or the powers that be not me, my chess move
Those keep the game in my solitary control, muck-mate and a check to capture the 1, Love.
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r j j stephan, i #MonkeyConsciousnessFound
c. Martedì 18 febbraio 2020 nell'anno del Signore alle 10:10 ora solare del Pacifico
W.W.A.R.D.?
Monday, February 17, 2020
#LetsNotAndSayWedid #HunkOfBurningLove @ELVIS
C.A.S. LOVES TOAST? I DO TOO!
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 and 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 and 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 is 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 and 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 and 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
{ Happy Valentine Day to MY DEARLY LOVED BETTER 1/2, Carol Ann Stephan IN ADDITION, per Wikipedia, to all of the Roman Soldiers that Valentine soothed in their army extinction behavior, men loving their men, taken from their fathers to fight and kill Live Evil. Listening in the creation stage to Hall & Oates and #C-loGreen on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ATRsYfiVUy8 }
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Sunday, February 16, 2020
@NilsLofgren #Believe! #JustBecauseYouLoveMe
COMPARED TO EVERYTHING ELSE
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 16, 2020
Priority numero uno is all you need to know, the rest is ancient history, the minions’ pablum
What can be swallowed will be gorged upon and if that isn’t just a hoot, like a lion on a prowl
Format for the forms and the essence of being is in the DNA which is coded in the god of this
If you don’t get the blind faith bug when you’re younger than 7, you’re a mean & lean atheist.
Pro or con of each and every philosophical argument regarding the nature of Reality’s stage
Becomes the end of days for the ones who gain the Absolute Truth that cannot be denied age
It’s immortal like the rocks on the third planet from the sun, all stoned free and ageless dust
From Time to Time in this empty space of relationship with the men and their fake gods’ lust.
Comin’ to Jesus or being One as the Buddha, either way the light as it is, is all there is, Void
Lacking everything that’s everything, that is Nothing without equal, the function of androids
To be or not to be is not the question, only an entertaining notion for those who fear death is
And the taxes levied upon the labor’s blood, sweat and tears, food out of children’s mouths.
In Tennessee or Kentucky, nobody forgets how to hunt the coons, hounding up wisdom’s nut
Inside of the soft, codes for life of the xylems and phloems from sub root to the sweet flower
Burned in utero as the corpses often are, the magnus corpus you see right here and now, it is
What it appears to be, dream in a dream, like E.E.Poe and ilk like myself, agent orange fizz.
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r j j stephan, i
c. February 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST
{ Drafted listenin’ to jams on Daryl's House Club LIVE assorted artists, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/92WoPrrwbzA }
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#ThisOnesForYouPops&RickyV #IMissYouPopAndBrothersRay
SHREDDIN’ UPSIDE DOWN G.O.A.T.
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 16, 2020
Who could ever lie about the Truth, any word to change truth to a god am lie, just because
It could have been for the sake of the genome, of the human being DNA and the whole fuss
About whether to be or not to be, how to survive constant death punches to your face-nose
From the Bowery to the Bronx, Southside Chitown, East L.A. from Seattle to Miami to Taos.
I ain’t the one and I never was nor will I ever be at any time in the future of my fantastic Id
Never listens to my super ego or even my humble ego, just interrupts every single time I try it
Bright eyes in dark sides of the minds-eye and blinded by exploding ordinance, killed the ape
Party was over when the music died of being exposed to the violent morons of the pack rape.
If not every time then for certain some of the time, most of the time or maybe none of It
I entertain all possibilities with value to achieve my penultimate goal, to be One with gods
Ones who made the way in a conundrum to be solved by philosophical conceptual analysis
As if it means that the Truth deduced or induced is in fact, an educated guess at being Is.
Neither path to be walked upon is easy, with or without the thorns on grounded, mortal sin
Sake of the substitute for the invisible, a theory of divine conjunction with praying for a kiss
From the One we love, as above and so below, the thing is a fine display for the anarchy bliss
ON and OFF, IN and OUT, this here and that there is the organ of confusion and dissolution.
Greatest Of All Time is a compliment, worth a moment or two for insipid, insightful repartee
Where neither party’s individuals have the ability to STFU as long as one person has the floor
Everybody comes one way or another at some point of their life on the 3rd rock from Sun sky
It’s a #machinegun you want then you shall have it, it’s Jimi’s bombs away, what’s the score?
Dusk until dawn, all night long everything that’s everything is fading away, mission scrubbed
Fallen angels never were angels in the first place, an enemy of mine, wants a rubber in an urn
Yet elastic just isn’t good enough and now there’s polyester for the inspector to feel the burn
I am one of the knights of Nicht, you can’t step into the same river twice, it’s fluid on the run.
Common women and uncommon phantasms get from the safe space to an end game’s shocks
As if you never knew that the day was going to come when you’d have to reconcile the karma
Of what you did measured by the intent of harm done, it is innocent poppycock's hard rocks
Rooster cocks crow all night long to a million saint deities, whodo voodoo, the GOAT’s arm.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, February 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST
{ Drafted after comin’ down from the mountains of Lake Tahoe and then across Highway 49 from #Hangtown through #Coloma, #PilotHill & #Cool, killer coffee there in Cool, CA & the scones are #ToDieFor...at the intersection of Hwy 49 & Hwy 193, & of course WHILE listenin’ to what me & my babe, Carol Ann heard last night, Jonny Lang here’s the same kind of concert we saw in the middle of Lake Tahoe last night, here’s a 2014 gig @ WCLZ studio on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0lZDL3idfy0 }
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#EyesAintKiddin' #LetsRoll #KickHeadsIn
YOU MUST BE KIDDIN’
Saint Valentino took off yesterday, had to fix a sprinkler while being sick as a dog, no prob
Dog’s aren’t pall that sick for any reason so I should have gotten over myself and itched a lot
Headache, backache, chills, fever, no problem, get to the store and get the sprinkler replaced
Sick as a love rabbit who thinks that a man is anything more than just all too human, I’m god.
If and only if god is everything and everything is everything or nothing at all, it’s the kill fear
Man nasty and mean when the syndrome of the mind and brain atrophy and become a bear
Ready to bite and finish off the kill with a swipe of the claw, sliced into four nice pieces of air
Polluted and infused with the oxygen and hydrogen lost in the ocean of salt, sugar baby hair.
On the back burner on the backside near the darkside, the dream withers away, peace no mo
Just a hassle from the dawn ‘til the dusk, all my fault for not awakening before the nightmare
Because after it began there’s no stopping it from runnin’ its course, origin to go ad infinitum
Pairing or going solo matters little to me, I slither, I am and if you can’t stand me, lemme go.
Dust off my feet and get ready to hit the rails, in the freezing cold of night, no shoes or socks
Barefootin’ from Maine to California, from Northeast to Southwest, the train’s out of tracks
Perfectly at one with the frozen tundra above as well as below, Star cinders of Earthenware
A point is moot, my love has broken the burden of carriage, the weight of tortoise and a hare.
In a race to the finish line where angels fear to go and couldn’t get to if they tried, it’s a dream
Angels never dream only humanity does, dreaming about being angel dust or devil seed, I am
Fixed and innocent of the crimes of the creator, leaving the cash for a spousal cache, ah Maw!
Forever or never’ss a matter of concern for the living not the already gone, my old fatal flaw.
I got to go, I got to leave, I got to move it like I ain’t ever moved it before, I am what it is now
Always was but I forgot for a New York minute, when it counted, I counted myself in or out
Never to return to the stasis of the powers that be, that never were in the first place or second
This chunk of junk has kicked it off around the clock, not a matter of Time any longer, Space.
Droopy eyes and runny nose just don’t get the sympathy deserved, it’s all pretended, unreal
Analyze the concepts over ad infinitum and the conclusion remains the same, deduction zeal
Know it all now that I’ve penetrated the failed safe that contained the Word, sound byte Om.
Then and if and only if you come around to the origin of your egg, it’s the Holy Papa in Rome.
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r j j stephan, i
c. February 16th, 2020 A.D. *This was in my heart on St. Valentine’s Day, for my sweet wife!
{ Drafted while listenin’ to a 2014 @JonnyLang concert at the @BigEastyCoventGarden link @ https://youtu.be/7ibJn_7fQzQ, saw his band last night in South Lake Tahoe 2-15-2020 for #StValentinesDay }
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