#SloGinFizz for everyone! #MajorGeneralC-loGreen @DarylsHouseClub #KillMarxYesterday

ADRENOCHROME CREATURES, YUP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 17, 2020

----------------- #HellToPay ----------------

Who made God? Adrenochrome is correct, it’s all a divine comedy of tears’ hunger scheme

Sometimes the genome forgets about the nature of Reality and transitory solo existence son

Food to feed the hunger for Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, an American dream

One for all and all for One, except that’s just a motto, not reality, it’s really, Many for a One.

Not only a seventh son of the original Big Bang surviving on one of the many planetary dots

Unseen by anyone with eyes, unknown by anyone with human brains, a UFO intrigue for tots

Stroking the hardest rock, playing it as loud as possible on steel string guitars’ wah-wah hive

You know nothing, something that’s just fine but it won’t help, you ain’t the fittest to survive.

Specially made, kept in a vintage vault, hermetically sealed cavern, beneath Pacific Stone sun

Twixt the roses and the rocks of golden ore from the rivers of silver blood, Mamasita amigas

She was here before me and she’ll be here, dissolved into empty essence, faux holy simulation

Content is the matter and the shape is the form, once at One becomes the thing itself, it’s me!

Think, growin’ rich in ignorance available to every thought without any rationality’s schtick

Party started long ago, prior to the seventy years I’ve cruised in the womb of mother’s blues

Mine and yours were no test-tube, born in the garden of Eden, like the story said, Click Click

Enter a beginning, once upon a time, even if nothing similar ever occurred to us, me or yous.

Seeing inside the form into the middle of the spirit and soul, form makes no difference & then

Shaped and modified by the culture of ignorance and inherited DNA malfunction, onto Zazen

There’s only one way, one way to be in a game’s Love, Good, Bad or Blue in a sacred, high sky

Miracle that conception mitosis evolved from a Big Bang theory, only One for me, but Why, I.

Instant perfection, clear light and dead air, emptiness brings a raven’s tweet, nevermore bird

Depressed mind is not an option for divine beings occupying bad smell cities of a sloe-gin fizz

Marked on the back of the neck by the medulla oblongota and highlighted in RED, #WhatItIs

Relief from genies in bottles pecking upon your sanity, compilation of confusion, the WORD!

Got something to say about this, that and everything else that nobody gives an exertion about

It’s all academic now, fools following a fall in love and out of the same, fools’ twists & shouts

Calling out loud to the girl I love, Adrenochrome enough to be immortality’s, twitter tweet

Maximize the frequency of asking Why you can’t find a reason, annihilate god’s dams & chit!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, ROCKTOBER 17TH, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Rocked this out while jammin’ to Daryl Hall Live From Daryl's House CeeLo Green #PartyOverHere on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GoXxdObGKuI }

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#LittleBigKids #TwistedUpInTheZone #BluesInG #PickinAndGrinnin'

CLEARLY A SISTER’S BLACK HABIT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 16, 2020

------------ #JamsFromTheZone ------------

Nuns got it all out of the way, hot, black habit in front of my eyes, September to May or June

Taught me ABC’s & Spelling & Science & Mathematics so I could study Philosophy, the rune

A rock, a stone, a pebble or a boulder will all crush the tiny, microscopic piece of a hired gun

If and only if there is a God, One creator of this entire world’s shenanigans then I’m The One.

A bum trip into the past from the first trip to the final single file to do this and that, My Way

For One thing, nobody gets out of here alive, nobody, either you're buried, rendered or burned

Bottom line is below my pay grade to comment and above the line is the same, I’m befuddled

I don’t mind, it’s the Way down the middle of the path but nobody told me where it’s going.

Therefore, I trudge ahead blindly without an inkling of the thing itself, singing and playing

Games of order and logic to mend the natural chaos of the dream within My dream, I’m king

Of nobody and nothing other than the 208 bones I control when I ain’t locked up in Sing Sing

In jail cells of the men and women who want to capture my soul’s spirit in a metal trapping.

Fake news and the reports of the past times of history, recorded by imperfect sailors at sea

So, now it’s you get what you got and that’s all, evolution of the consciousness to gain light

Wisdom and knowledge of the Middle Way of ingesting all of the Good, The Bad and Ugly

Running in and out of Time, Past to Future because the Present is a flash in the black night.

So much has been recalled and forgotten in the middle of chaos, young get old and we all die

Crying and fretting really have no effect on the genome’s health, DNA’s set in a Rosetta stone

Red or blue is cool voodoo, mixing them gives you the purple haze, a sweet taste of cherry pie

Boston crème or Lemon méringue on One plate’s dish, smokin’ hot, I am the wall of the fly.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, ROCKTOBER 16TH, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan Tokyo, Japan Jan 24, 1985 link @ https://youtu.be/i3wgzIphPJQ }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#GotTheFeverAndTheCure #AllINeedIsLove #WorldOfBeautyEcstasy #GroovinOnAThursdayAfternoon #SomeoneOpenedUpADoorForMe

RASCAL MIDGETS’ WORDS OF ID

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 15, 2020

----- #LonelyTooLongToo -----

Realization heartache and heartthrob are not important, yields mating for survival of forms

In any lingo, sounds out of hot women and cool men blowin’ smoke from deep black holes

Long time in Space wasting for nothing anyone can put their fingers upon, acting in roles

Ignorance is the feeling of bliss about nothing, no worries at all, survival’s fittest is worms.

In or out of the atmosphere, the dream remains the same, “X’s” First Cause of special effects

World, the Earth, this planet rocks and rolls in the sanguine remnants of the remission to be

From this tiny speck of dust we shall rule the solar system and galaxy, it’s ll up to you and me

Queens and kings put out the lost stories to eek out their eternal Time, teaspoon swingin’ sex.

Put it all away deep n storage ready for retrieval at any given time, any moment now, let’s go

Around the world in circles just because there’s nothing else to do, you gotta be kiddin’ mojo

Brought y’all through the muck and mire because somebody had to do it, pray your karmas

Sensation of the thing itself’s Form occupies, that’s Life, what all the people say, pas & mas!

I found what I lost and then I gave it to a stranger who needed a buck, crumbled into a line

Slung the blade and fired the 9 over and over again for the master’s of the universe, it’s fine

Long time in Space wasting for nothing anyone can put their fingers upon, just fine like it is

I dreamt about the boogie woogie and me, rhythm and blues and the rocks fell up to ol’ Mars.

Death comes callin’ any time, comes and goes, sometimes takes a soul to it’s everlasting Ends

Rent to pay, food to eat, sleep to feel rested and forbidden from touching the skin and bones

Of other women and men who’re alive and blow gas/air in and out of the world’s lame brains

Sooner than letter, she will swallow the lines, the tripe and insignificant will triumph over It.

Certainty is a broken heart in the middle of Babylon, purple and gold destroying living dead

Forgetting about indiscretions and the guilt of acting selfishly, so you don’t forget about me

Sweet thing save my soul, take me home and tuck me into the arms of heaven, my 4 post bed

Forget about it all, clear of the metadata, nothing to recollect, nothing’s all about a holy Void.

To and from the sun’s atoms, we come and go like it or not, it’s what we are, shallow and deep

Nucleus to the Void of the Universe where I can’t go because I’m already there, as are sheep

Fame and fortune will delay the final moment of the fight for the good, bad and really ugly

On it, like I use to say when I knew the action to take and was ready to execute, Rascals see!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 15TH, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Drafted jam’ to Stapless #LetsDoItAgain @ https://youtu.be/OOHTaknPTek & #IllTakeYouThere @ https://youtu.be/6gpzVCFrKWk ...I will always get the good lovin’... }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#GodsCareLess #AllTooDivine #HumanityRULES #NoExtinctionOfSpecies

BLACK MAGIC, UFO FUNKED IT UP

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 14, 2020

---------------- #RungMyBells -----------------

Time and Space happened to me the day my mother and father conceived this body I got here

208 bones kept upright by an effulgence of indulgence in the out-takes of the drive-in movie

Opened the windows to keep the steam down and to keep her perfume from seeping into me

I have no idea why the aroma was such a good and pleasurable sniff but there it was, musky.

Not like a skunk musk or the skunk pungency of any other burning plants’ or animals’ pyres

In flames and smoking hot for a moment in time, Nothing stops whether good, evil or so ugly

This is all there is if you subscribe to the interplanetary solar system theory of existence scree

Unlike the babies under ten years old, the maturing of reproductive organs causes love’s fires.

Let me just say this about that bitter taste in your mouth, lucky that’s the only place you taste

In the case of having the competent ability to choose your associates based on intrinsic values

In a gang or a group of like minded individuals who collect themselves into a sort of bee hive

Where the buzz is to keep killer bees outside the bee group to protect the one queen’s honey.

Senior junior, sophomore or freshman makes little or no difference, ignorance is indeed, bliss

For you and for me and everyone else, the dead know now what we’ll know in due Time, Dick

Taking any day or night full of unconscious system shutdown away from us would spell tragic

Nothing itself should be taken for granted, that’s all there is after this dream of life, All It Is.

What is not fair in love and war? Nothing. Everything is fair in love an war, learn that soon

Become the One aware in your amorphousness family, in or out of your four cornered room

You can see that it’s all a matter of interpretation of the data, you may be right & I am crazy

I think I am thinking therefore, I think I am living a mortal awareness of beings, gods I see.

Inner knowledge and wisdom from the monks, the brothers, the sisters and high priests of Ra

On down through thousands of years into this here four cornered room, down with ma & pa

On stage for the finale, iron curtain drops and never comes back up, there’s no other chance

Search must be in the moments that dissipate into the matrix, a Twilight Zone’s happy dance.

Give it up now, right now or never and have no regrets, the world’s a ghetto and it’s all true

You and I NEVER had a chance to change the thing, it was it’s own thing, it did what it did

We were just passengers on the cruise-line watching rainwater of the ocean, a non-sequitur

Sky and water and this ship in the night, middle of nowhere with the moonshine and beer.

Serving men or mice you must mix in happiness because the atmosphere is insecure, volatile

Ready to blow at any moment, red giants need their momentary super nova debris micro tile

Pieces of a puzzle to be reoriented & spliced together in a vacuum of One’s selfless awareness

You there with me now? Through no fault of infancy, we’re in a muddy ghetto or a UFO fizz.

You’re a punk, I know ‘cause I’m One too, it’s an inheritance spell of DNA’s coded angel-devil

Smooth as ice or silk and as invisible as helium or hydrogen, drop my ego into this Vegas slot

It was in every breath and every word coming out of your lips and mouth, I cursed a whole lot

I have no idea why the Musk was such a good and pleasurable sniff but there it was, I am evil.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, ROCKTOBER 14th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AMPST

{ Drafted in a micro-daze while listenin’ to Carlos Santana with 6 & 1/2 million others on youTube FESTIVALDEVINACHILE link @ https://youtu.be/AX9j0vIJ-aA }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#GreatBarringtonEvent #CourtPacking #COVID19 & @DowJonesIndices

NO PEERS TO MITIGATE ME, DAD!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 13, 2020

--------------------- #BeginAtTheEnding -----------------------

I got your #COVid19 right here my man, come on and sit right down here and we’ll mitigate

As if you have any choice about life and death on Earth at all, come on man! It’s a canard

To be or not to be? Please. You have no choice if your DNA has been optimized to be hard

Of the mice, the rats, the bats and bad men who roam the planet’s rocks and dirt for a date.

What can you do with the data, the information that fills in the blanks, as if you know it rocks

Of choices between you and the rest of the world, as it appears to be, in this glass shadow box

Upon awakening from a dream in a dream, the sleep remains on top of the bed, a soul to keep

Swathed in mummy wraps, soft, warm alternating with hard and cold, womb dreamin’ sleep.

Are you with me because if you aren’t get off of my warship, we’re gonna gaze at the futures

Of men and the rats who feed off of their ash and loaded caskets full of bones, our mothers

Commonly very complex, the DNA of this genome’s polypeptide sequence is a COVid19 loom

Weaving a fictional cause of the Earth’s pollution and pending deceleration into God’s doom.

Remember before your conception or even before your personal birth into this pandemic life

Queens and kings follow the gold and the bugs to the pathway leading back to the virgin wife

Just because you want your DNA contribution to be yours and nobody else’s ovum zygote, uh

Doesn’t matter in the scheme of things, in the order of lines, forms, shapes of live, red blood.

You have the germs, the activated bacterial cultures and viral infections in a petri dish moms

Keep away from people who fill the womb Miami to Seattle, olden days’ statutory rape bombs

For the people, by the people and of the people who are still alive after it is all said and done

This One’s for YOU, books are alive with fools, dead men and women, dead ain’t so much fun.

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r j j stephan, i

c. MARDI, ROCKTOBER 13TH, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the #NeedleDrop on #BallotHarvesting #KillHomelessCamps @HEART #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BdlJX-5WiOk }

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#RegressionProgression #ItIsDone #DontWorryBeHappy #SaturdayNightLive #Billy #POTUS_45

SKIPPY & MY CHERRY PIE OLD PAL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 12, 2020

---------- #ArtificialIgnorance ----------

Jelly and jam optional as long as there's white WonderBread and my SKIPPY Peanut Butter s

My father hated that my fingers were swiped in the jar, in turn I blamed it on my little sisters

My mother let me slide if she got to the jar first before my father swiped his knife, stuck it in

It ain't my fault the other 5 children ran out of daily sandwiches of #BlueBonnetMargarine .

On the other hand, since life is but a dream according to the song I played on the accordions

A little red one, a pretty blue one and a fine black one which I've retained for 60 years of sins

Only venial or maybe a mortal one or two, I am so perturbed by the comedy and tragedy of I

My ego is irritated unto death with the waiting for the end to see what happens, multiply pi.

From a zygote to a grave or a tweeter full of dusted words, in any case, all holy death to avoid

How many zygotes are aborted, how many fertile, animated germs die without a yoke's code

To be a man or a woman, infant, baby to adult is the whole point, you come in a vacuum void

AdamIc and EveVent in a garden on Earth, on one of seven continents, speculation ala mode.

In the world, on the planet's surface, above and below it too, flying and dying to get into et al

Fathers and mothers of the being either evolved or were descended from something, a #One

Simply complex at one & the same time, everything & nothing, love & charm of the 1st atom

Before the Big Bang, before the Singularity, before 7 white dwarves and I, the red giant chum.

Psychosomatic with the avoidance of you and I, the aliens have spread rumors like assplagues

Stay away from me, yes you without a gag on your lips, I can't tell if you hate me or love me

Your eyes lie about everything, you may be sticking out your tongue when I speak in tongues

Speaking of consensual, smoked brilliance, hot cherry pie but I am #WOKE , Yo! #bafunguze !

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rjj stephan, i

c. Lundi, ROCKTOBER 12th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 0845 hours PST

{Drafted while in an alternate universe pharynx with Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AMPST link # https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ & listenin 'to MorganWallen #LittleRain in an infinite loop @ https://youtu.be/o92I3m0i_QE }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoneInsane #WhenHeDiedHeLeftUsAlone #BloodySundays #ChakaKhan @MarshallTucker @LynyrdSkynyrd @JimmyBuffett #U2 or 3

HALLOWEEN WITH A F.N.G., #FAKE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 11, 2020

-------- #GreeksDontWantNoFreaks --------

Why do you have to use that language? You are never going to amount to squat or anything

Nobody you know will ever be more than the bugs moving along firelines of all my incoming

It’s all around us, the jungle of weeds and concrete, sometimes mixed, monkeys or baboons

Punks and old seasoned, muddy combat boots in the brigade, all in C-company’s platoons.

Nobody home in the 1960’s, blew up the house there, stretched my skin into a Vietcong lamp

My skin stretched around an incandescent bulb that cost One day’s pay in a homeless camp

Moving around, baring the life you’ve got left yet hidden, silk underwear and a sheath of mud

Wet yet soon to be droplets of H2O carrying the COVid19 from rat to bat to mankind’s blood.

It is always one way or the other, there’s no other ways available, it’s either this or that there

What matters is that the energy doesn’t run out before you’re finished with your mission here

To be or not to be is a bit too easy to be all there is, all we need to be free of tyrants and fools

Death’ll come on time, like clockwork your food used to be ALIVE, God’s outhouse of booze.

Grandpas were cops and firemen, janitors and candy factory managers, now they’re all out

Of this world that we know and in the world we do not know, it’ll make you twist and shout

Just because you think you’re so pretty and so smart, it’s a bit of a chore to sleep while awake

Yet, I’ve mastered the chore, a skill of pretending to know when you don’t, I am, “The Fake!”

Gone in 60 seconds or a hundred years, either way from zygote to corpse, you’re in and out

Before you know you love it so much it’s snatched from your grasp, never to be a boy’s scout

Or girl scout, cub or brownie, all of the ways the boys and girls were snagged into the matrix

In an empty void of absolutely atomic neutrons, your will to Power becomes a dream in Styx.

Place in Space where cause and effect do not repeat in scientific experimentation fashion, Jin

In bottles washed up on a beach or in a jar buried under tons of burnt-star debris, tree grown

All there is here, now, is the remnants of the Big Bang’s millions of years old gold explosion

We call the gold God yet it’s still All in any case, Gold or God, a Supernova Singularity’s Sin.

Your mother and father, sisters and brothers all agree with the scree, nothing ventured OK?

No wasted energy going into the dead end avenues on every town on all seven continents hay

In a monster bon fire, all books and past written word on dead trees, ripped slices we’re fed

Like fire burned, Frankenstein’s life and death, a monster but we’re the Ones, we’re all dead!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 11TH, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to Rufusband Chaka Khan #SweetThang & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/ZLaj4VMQfxc }

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W.W.A.R.D.?