#KilRoyWasHere #KillJoyIsDead @TedNugent @ZZTop @Nickelback @StevieNicks @FleetwoodMac #GTFOOH @StephenStills #TreeTopFlyer @JimmyBuffett #Parrothead

1974 A.D. south korea

#Kill-Roy, #KillJoy SPUN TOPS & SWUNG YOYOS 

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 26, 2020

-------- #SharpDressedMenWinNothing -------

Bureaus on the boulevard and there’s no tellin’ where the Hades you can find the boys’ toys

Swept off of my feet by God’s toys, queens sent them all One Way, a continental drift ahoy!

Fear has no place in this Space, nothing to be scared of since everything within is without

Code for the nature of the Universe is the nature of every beast, a byte of twist and shout.

All shook up, skin & bones from head to toe, twisting and shouting about the girl or the boy

Hung over, on the tractor, plowing furrows at 5 A.M. because I’m a drunk, immortal cowboy

I’m just a guy with a fair fight in and out,’ settin’ a mold, on a slow ride up 26 Palms, it’s def

Abandoned homes, vacant houses like there was a UFO abduction, only homeless’ trash left.

Any moment past the age of reason, in some cases seven or eight years old, the Truth be told

Revelation of the Kryptonite Truth be told as you would want yourself to be told, about gold

Both the alpha and the omega in the new system of mutual self-destruction, no more Lao Tzu

For all of us in the USA, it may be too late ‘cause Total Domination of Earth is immanent too.

Who has the Gold again? Who’s in charge of the rules of the laws that regulate the humanity

Which is sometimes brutal, sometimes supremely exquisite at one and the same time, I see

What is must be because what was, used to be but is no longer and will never, ever be again

I think outside of the box, therefore I am outside of the box and it looks like an original sin.

From early in life on a block full of rats and roaches in Chicago, any Yoyo can rise to the Tops

Mack the Knife wasn’t a fictional character of a fertile, creative mind, he was a real, bad dude

As I scroll past your scree and find my city in ruins because of the shitzstorm scatter of flops

Recipe for the faith to be both powerful and blind at one and the same time, I ate that food!

My mother and my grandmothers put me above their own lives and caused my prayers to be

From my lips to God’s ears, do you hear me mankind, womankind, tower of Babel denizens

Brothers and sisters who have 208 bones, cro-magnon DNA, not from birds, oh sweet hens

Spontaneous combustion of atomic molecules, prayers won’t help it, grace is Luck of the free.

Drank the skim milk and smoked the dank for what it’s worth, it helped with the coping skills

Self realization isn’t a panacea for ripples in adolescence it’s just a premise for being the best

Meaning to be the positive or the negative, whichever is the opposite of the N, S, E and West

Throttling the Earth’s rotation and it’s perturbation wobble, the twisted fate of God’s thrills.

Thorns diggin’ in for sacrifice of the Son means nothing, torturing and killing on a cross, zip

Where were the apostles, where were the friends of the man who could have been a virgin slip

Maybe there was a tiny molecule or two that got past that virgin’s nest of oneness’ being two

Then and only then if this is all true, survival is motivation for the transitory fight, got Blues?

Some birds can’t fly, some fish can’t swim, humans never comprehend the nature of a creep

They all guess at the shots, evil’s live in the darkness then they attempt to persuade the sheep

You can be followers of the incredible gibberish written by illiterate, bigotry of a faker king

Dark whiskey in my hidden hole, bullet from a piece hits the eye creepin’, tops, yoyos swing.

Look up when you open your eyes, on a clear day the sky’s blue, on a clear night it’s All black

Everywhere around the Earth, men and women who tripped out of the sphere, baby got back

What they saw, how they felt and how they feel now that they’ve seen what others have not

Twilight zone for your life whether #TittiesBeer or #JD Black on the rocks, be a buzz, robot!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, 9-26-2020 @ 06:66 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to some of my friends favorite band of all time, Nickelback #SharpDressedMan LIVE 2007 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Eh9Q6BGGU50 }

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.??

@ACDC @ZZTOP #HaveMercy

ALL MY MATES, BING BANG BONG! 

by

Richard Joseph Stephan * Friday, September 25, 2020 

----- #NothingVenturedEverythingGained -----

Full house of aces and queens who hook up every century like it frozen cool or not at all

It might be the case that you are qualified or not, nothing really matters, we all in freefall

On the roof of the place you call your home, it’s over your head ape-like April’s fool show

Monkeys have a religion just like the humans and the demons, it is what it is, ain’t it G?

Morphological display in the mirror, full frontal, full turn lookin’ out at the movie stars

They burn in the darkness, your idiot mind thinks that the pope will rule the Left’s bars

If a Roman Catholic baptized and educated, indoctrinated into the way of the stoonads

Roe v. Wade means that it is not murder or killing when you voluntarily abort Gods.

For the sake of the middle of the road where the edge of tomorrow rolls into a big ball

On one end and the other of the line, drawn between here and there, hear the wolf call

Behind the wall, in back of the barn, underground in the sewer, right in front of my eyes

Blink about the Singularity, be conceived without a will, gestate, birth, death to the skies.

Reason made easy to follow, to repeat the identical word sequence is the way we know

Words formed into sounds and written in gibberish on cave walls or paper, ad nauseum

Bizarre grief for the fallen soldiers, winners and losers, all of this is really all about them

As a monkey saith, don’t believe everything you hear, heroes or villains, in gods we trust.

Your move was Queen to King’s Knight Three, checkmate, game’s over for me now, and how

I shall retire by just resigning the next several games before they begin, I am in charge now

The game’s rules remain the same, in the end, nothing matters, if it did, nobody would care

Reason DNA code’s are the form of matter is because #BingBangBongs will never whimper.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, 9-25-2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to AC/DC #Soulstripper #1 HIT EVER on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CgPgNzQYQQ4 }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoLimitations @CalUnicornia #DontYouWorryBoutAThing

#CalUnicornia, WOKE UP MY WOOD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 24, 2020

----------------- #SystemSixteen -----------------

A violin concerto on a Stradivarius is my pick today, Hungarian Rhapsody #2 or all for One

In your spigot’s flow from your empty, shallow soul you repeat A thru G scales ad nauseum

Merging chords and arpeggios into a coherent piece of movements which none other than I

Will play and record for cyberspace and the matter medium, where energy is a #TikTok pie.

So, you moved from your restful sleep to your action, dancing down a dreamscape walk

On and on it goes from the alpha particle to the Big Bang’s omega finale, Singular stink

How much can you see in back of you without a rear view mirror? Nothing in general talk

Parasites and sycophants inadvertently become the need when they ought to be extinct.

I am aware that the sky cannot fall since the word is the abstract concept some SOB’s spun

Far away, just eight miles high where the angels and astronauts roam on a magic bus of fun

No shame, out of control, changing trajectory with the thrusts of the afterburner jets, my son

As I use the fuel, I replenish the diminished volume by alchemical, crystal blue persuasion.

Truth of that thing called love, that rainbow that comes and goes depending on the refraction

In the air, it is how the light travels as the invisible smoke signals of the one in me, holy sun

Star burning the raindrops back into their hydrogen and oxygen atomic molecules, here, now

Someday and sometime sooner or later, there will be a battle between the Good and Evil cow.

Joy’s the money, it is the gold, it is the matter that makes up the me ethereal things of Atom

It goes on and on to the lurking nothings to look at and talk about, castle of love in old Rome

Chastity and Charity in diametric odds, withholding love or outpouring love, nun or sex-slave

Mercury to Pluto time draggin’ bow to string caused Sonny’s A game, one pitch, got the save.

Blind faith with perfect 20/20 eyesight of the ‘E’ chart on the wall, still misinterpreted things

All of the ambiguity and the inability to analyze the predication of concepts and lord’s rings

Compared to the analogies and irrational arguments, Truth, reasons for being alive, All I seek

The Beautiful, Sorrow & Joy everywhere in Space, blinding light, I #Wokeup at #Shitzcreek!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, 9-24-2020 A.D. @ 11:11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted jammin’ Stevie Wonder #LightMyFire youTube @ https://youtu.be/fNkesGbt3vc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#VowToVowNotToVow #GiveInPutOutBeExtinctAnyways #AsymptomaticCureForCoVid19DNA

GOD’S ABORTS, BUT WHY? HOW?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, September 23, 2020

----------  #overpopulateForAsymptomatics ----------

Here’s one good reason to go on with the original sin fiasco, we got a raw con game to hide

The exact moment we opened our eyes and rolled out of the nest, the sack, a fool’s cave-hive

No matter if you’ve made a mistake or not, it’s a random roll of the die and I ain’t gonna faint

It’s not up to you or me this time around, it’s up to the powers that be, a thing itself we ain’t.

Time and the infinite Space to hide every spin of the Earth, a finite wobbling of divine blades

But this is it, all we have, from One to many, random concepts, above & below, Cielo & Hades

Desire what you need, stand up with your 208 bones and hundred muscles, will to be ego free

Liberty with no struggle’s impossible, alien fakes of humanity want SLAVES who’d love to be.

If I got you cowboys and girls to listen and agree with logic and reason, I am glad to be a Tool

Baby, launch your afterburners and animate your chronic fortune, spirits don’t bleed you fool

To be or not to be is never the question when you’re already here and now, left or right, skoal

There’s cream for the black cafe, my choice straight up, double shots down a deep black hole.

Strings of time warps moving the dots around without moving at all, what the hell’s that for

Universe doesn’t appear to be expanding to the human eye but an intellect to spread rumor

Here and now in old gardens that used to be Eden, a place for the idiots to advise & consent

My father named my mother Tree, he took a bite of the apple, got no knowledge, he got bent.

Miracle to halt, to cease and desist the animation, the movement of universal consciousness

At one means Life is contained and Unmoved, stopped the dimensional travel in dead heads

Exactly as it was the day before your mother and father conceived you in a holy, empty womb

No reason to be, it’s just a random desire to be mortal, to feel the morphological fool’s scum.

Purpose ends being nothing more than a way to avoid the thought of Nothing is outside Earth

One and we are all done, it’s all you have, your past, your present and an allotment of a future

Orphans and long lines of ancestors are all here & now, on top of the dirty, seventh continent

Believing, surviving, procreating, punishing, rewarding divine mystery with all heaven sent.

A single revolution of the Earth’s mass passing the Equinox phase, it’s a wobble-waffled orbit

Atomic and electron-like as we seem to be, the world turns, we live, we die as infinity sucks it

Gravitational pull to the center of this planet’s gods and men who pull down the bikini shorts

Magnetic liquid, solid-gas, a witch’s brew, divine holloween & more, we are the gods’ aborts.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, 9-23-2020 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Aborted out of the mind #PocololoVision this AM while listening to the mighty Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 06:00 - 10:00 AM PST & listenin’ to #VictimsOfTheFury by Robin Trower on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/r6Zcxj_UGXw}

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ForTheFirstTimeItsTheLastTime #SameOldBoys #SameOldGirls

FATE’S COMPLETE, ZEN INTENDED

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 22, 2020

------- #SucksToBeYou-------

What will work in the future is likely the same as what’s working right here in a cornucopia

Poor men and rich women make the world go ‘round until for some reason, we die in utopia

Place on a planet which is the residue of a Big Bang of gas, a form and shape of the Unknown

Dream within a dream or no dream at all makes little difference, happiness of my soul blown.

Alright to be alright, alright, nobody gets to be where I’m going alone but I’ll take you there

A short trip on an infinite line between something and nothing, someplace where I don’t care

Screaming in a silent void where the air waves are dead to the hearing of men who used to be

Serious about being born on Earth to a mother with a father, sister, brothers, one, two three.

Thought about this and came to a conclusion based on what appears to be the facts of real life

When you go to sleep at night and you become unconscious of your everyday world, it’s a wife

Always with and always without you at every single step of the Way, down the center’s groove

Wives, husbands, white & black lives matter as much as a Singularity with Nothing to prove.

Robots and the remnants of ancestors merged into this matrix to support love’s extinction

What is not needed or wanted while falling into a black hole of infinite time is a God’s son

Almighty, immortal, omniscient and in fundamental odds with the mortality of DNA Man

In the form and the shape of the 208 bones, they grow from a spark of fire, from My sun.

Hammer, screwdriver and saw give me tools to force it back together in a black walnut shell

Goddesses atrophy while the gods move into the limelight, fanning the fire on the way to hell

You and I know what it will take to be happy when your last breath chokes in your holy chest

Heart not pumping blood, lungs not animating the blood flow, corpus dilecti stiff and at rest.

Wings wouldn’t help since I can’t fly and I’m not a flying bat or dove but I’ve eaten all of ‘em

Just like the cows, the pigs, the sheep and other four legged creatures, just hooves not hands

Miraculous to comprehend the nature of One, conceptual analysis in tact, it in a mood’s Zen

Ace high, ten through the king, queen and jack, force ace high flushing of hearts & diamonds.

So, the rules always remain the same, breathe as long as you’re able, leave before the ending

A matter of form and the shape of the things made of chemicals, gas, solid and liquid filling

All animated in bundles of joy for the empty suits to play games with before their own demise

It’s all the same from day one until the last Earth tailspin we get to see, wide shut, open eyes.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ Drafted while gettin’ mentally whacked by the rods and cones in my eyes, bombarded by the CBD’s of the flowers grown by the gods to be burned by the clods & listenin’ to #RhumbaGirl https://youtu.be/OFOHNWI8bvU by Commando Cody & Nicolette Larson @ https://youtu.be/nAd-U6CYjIw }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DriftOnCosmicDebris #UranusSucksWind #ItMeantToBeMe

WHY IS URANUS BLUE?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 20, 2020

------ #ItIsComplicatedIsntIt ------

It’s only blue in a denying mind, the image itself is not blue, you must analyze within this ‘It’

Crimes committed, perpetrators are imprisoned for a time of their life or maybe the shebang

Bottom line above the places that fall below my pay grade, I am just a messenger, do not fret

What will be will be, que sera and there’s nothing that I can say that’ll change the owed debt.

Skin in the game and the bones of the crushed forms of things that came out of Betty’s Bopp

Fried, smoked, liquidated from blue to black and recycled into the dough of amorphous soup

Cosmic debris to say the least, the ends of me and you are not acceptable but inevitable love

Slippin’ out of inner darkness to see this light is about all you can do, just it push and shove.

Comedy is comical and the tragedy is that the joke is always on you and me, we eat the bytes

If it wasn’t for the Words made Flesh, this star wouldn’t be wondering why it’s blown to bits

Above and below the atmosphere’s empty nature, we filled in the blanks with multiple choice

Free to be nobody special or the envy of the masses who want to get next to fame’s glory ice.

So, apple pie fallen from the sky just like that apple from the tree of knowledge in the garden

Stranglehold still after all of these years, needing to be forgiven for trespassin’ against my kin

Moved on the mothers and fathers of my girlfriends, screwed or terminated the dream’s king

I got closer than I thought I would, Uranus’ blue after all was said and done, Last Call! I sing.

I’ll send you the bill but I don’t accept check, cash or credit so the invoice is just FYI only, eh?

Means of my product have nothing to do with repayment for my time and labor on your day

Feel better like I do and that’s all it takes to make the world a better place, never be the angry

Like your madre and padre never taught you, do unto the others as if you ARE the others, G!

Ate breakfast, lunch and dinner just because that’s what everybody was doin’ again and again

Once the hunting is over and the game is less plentiful, then the fitness for survival begins Sin

Killing to eat, stealing to get what you don’t work or hunt for, you shat where you had a doubt

That Words are up or down the old pipe, sooner or later you’re out, #Eminem, we be all out!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, September XX, MMXX @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted in a loop with jammin’ Eminem - The Real SlimShady #PleaseStandUp #WeGonnaHaveAProblemHereYall link @ https://youtu.be/eJO5HU_7_1w }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?