#ThereIsNoFirstTimeForOneThing #OneMoreThing #ThisIsAHoldUp #DropYourWeapons #AstonishMeOrElse #HundredBillionTrillionTimesOurSize #ProductOfTheVoidness @HEART #EvenItUp

HER STOCKINGS’ FOOL, EVEN ZERO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 21, 2020

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Not Zorro but a zero, I got the memo, notes from the hinterland have landed in my purview

To see what you get before you get it, is the peace de la resistance, a rested-up shebang glow

Where your mama and daddy left you out in the cold, revelation ‘bout divine orgasmical US

We don’t care much anymore, disgust has overtaken the laundered money train’s magic bus.

It ain’t a metro or a greyhound, no cosmic medicine for an invisible, empty set of nihilism

Once you flip the switch and turn on the movement of the First Cause, it rolls on the chism

Nothing but the Chicago isms left over, I call them my inner chism, a word, a name for bliss

Always the other when it’s all OFF, I’m always ON at that Time in my personal Space’s fizz.

Was a punk because if I wasn’t the bullies would have punked me, city of sins and holy smells

Odor scents of blood from stockyards covered up the murder One, streets’ reverse flow swells

Where the garbage is refused to the rear of the housing, dumpsters ready for windy city wires

Molecular and atomic structures in forms ready to be dissolved into the muck, mire and fires.

Organizational maintenance be damned, chaos is the only way to be a fool for your stockings

Black netted, from the floor up to #here, my hand waves over my head, legs from rock-kings

Can’t wait to see eternity and the things themselves presented to naked eyes to see a holy sun

Married, engaged, betrothed, goin’ steady with One and only one, now until...I shot a 6 gun.

Hold it right there, looky here now, wrap your head around this, let it sink into empty minds

Where the darkness controls the entity that moves on points, lines, shapes, sizes I can’t find

In the emptiness beside and between the things that exist, things I can see and feel, I can eat

Consummation of the feast of life, a celebration of the marriage between the body-soul meat.

On a T-bone or some dead skin cells with the DNA to be as it’s always been, grounded, caput

Where’d your brothers, sisters and friends go the day they died? Into the Void’s ethereal cup

Are you ready to go? Are you prepared for the Unknown to show you the Way, mid-finger up

Counted your assets and debits, married to the mob’s nuclear family, godfather’s Will’s afoot.

Up, up and away from the stoned ground you know, like a spaceman goin’ crazy, as unknown

Outerspace nothing but innerspaced everything else, jewels from mothers and fathers blown

Fool for your stockings, if you’re listenin’ or not, yours not your girlfriends, I ain’t your Mama

Awaitin’ a return to sender, dreams all end in a moment, got #Wokeboned, Holy See, a Papa!

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r j j stephan, i { *HEADER is Carol Ann & I in a embrace. Status - Main Squeeze! }

c. Mardi, Janvier 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to the #FlipTheSwitch TheStones The Rolling Stones on the homemade video I made many years ago when the internet 1st began, back in the olden days, early 21st century, here’s a link to MY SELF-PRODUCED NONSENSE (last century), entitled, “EXTINCTION of SPECIES” on the youTube link @ https://t.co/VE5StxY2lU?amp=1 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#OrElseJustForgetAboutIt #MakeItRealNow @CarlosSantana @JoeBonnamassa

LET’S RUMBLE! CATS’ SKINTIGHT!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 20, 2020

It may be a bet in your mind only or at a track or on a book, where angels hook drop C Notes

System of the cats with nine lives as witnessed by the queens who revered the felines’ coats

Calm as a lion or a tiger or a panther, even a cougar or mountain lion or ocelot, they eat us

What do you think they can do when they’re hungry and need to feed themselves or the puss.

It won’t be long before the end that’s near turns into the happening of the thing itself & how

Only the powers that outlast your and my occupation of inherited luck of the proverbial draw

If I might go out on a limb and suggest my opinion, we are neither Stalin’s nor Hitler’s sins

We the people here and now are responsible for the words we sing and shout, above the din.

Amazing that you got here to hear and sing even one short song or a cavalcade of a noted beat

Around the corner or just standing right there on it and waiting for the girls to go by, two feet

Legs up to here or there, depending on your point of view, it’s all good, up or down pleasure

To be the sight or the seer of the mirror image of God’s best formed angel from stardust pure.

Nothing to dance for other than just because you think you’re so pretty, you made the grade

Mrs. O’leary’s cow never kicked over the bucket to start the Chicago Fire, it was a band aid

On the heated end of spontaneous combustion, the cow pies filled the barn with gas to blow

Since the Mrs. did smoke a pipe, out behind the barn where it appeared safe, trick of a crow.

Bibles or catechism skrees in pamphlets to show the innocent and the enlightened mind’s eye

Down the center of the forward direction, never sideways or backward, respected I, every day

Penchant for appearing connected when it’s really the way to be aloof, disconnected hot wire

Coming into a laser fight for freedom and power we appropriated, 9ers win, cats are onfire!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, January 20th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to #Supernatural HITS @Santana #miAmigo Carlos_Santana https://youtu.be/XxJDpyETDjE 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NuclearMissiles @ApocolypseLater #DustThisBroom @ZZTop @MilesDavis & MOI

I DISRESPECT, THIS PILE OF DUSTY

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, January 19, 2020

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I’ve got a bone to pick with you and this ain’t no party, it ain’t no barbecue picnic, it’s blown

You have been allowed to run rampant through the concrete jungle and the donut holy hehl

Ladies and men don’t count in this levy of taxes for the things that breathe, ring a cowbell?

What comes before, what comes after the being you and I are, Man, disrespected Unknown!

Free and easy or in chain gangs of men and women who carry the burden, the mother’s lode

Of Gold, Silver, of Platinum, Iron and Steel, the ponies run around in circles, all my eyes’ face

For no reason at all, spontaneous combustion happens to the best of atoms and cells of bones

Prick balloons full of hot air, sit back in rockin’ chairs, wait for the final doze daze, into Space.

Rocked the face of the gods and demons for what it was worth, here to overturn the apple cart

Rotten apples make great apple pies for the diners on the side of the freeways and interstates

Angels fear to drive there on I-5 and the 405 where demons thrive on wasted, whiskey spirits

Gold dust within a charade of atomic events, quark of a God, a perfect punk, #CornPop phart.

Generals talk and a men emerge into One, dignity and respect mean nothing without the toys

Survive and be the best human, grandparents thought you could be, king or queen love blow

From an ovum and the intent of random collisions with the DNA left over by Big Banger Boys

If and only if you comprehend Nature, Beasts and the creator, THEN you’re incommunicado.

Baby girls dreaming of big boys, big daddies to bring home the bacon or not, just being alone

Without the baby boys who don’t know where they are or what they want, rolling a baby bone

All 208 of them from the first breath under the sun, out of the darkness’ holy, hot explosions

Ends of dreams comes before you even knew it was subliminal, who #Googled the life I’m in?

Search engine manipulation of cyber-libraries of the world, empty, uncracked books I loose

Lions ate my homework teacher! I did the work, I showed my work, got loose from the noose

Pricks of the pins and holes of the emptiness where beards are shaved and hair is overgrown

I’m not who you think I am or was, unidentified and behind my mind’s eyeshades, my 6 gun.

It covers my 6, it covers your 6 and if not for the bravery of lookin’ death in the eye, we’d die

Circumstances being given to you and I as a matter of accidental coincidence, death gets high

Way up there over the clouds into the deep, dark black, empty space between blown asteroids

Utter nonsense in philosophical jargon, Life is a flow of bloody water, we’re the hemorrhoids!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier 19th, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ Drafted in defiance of a divine comedy inherited from your mama AND jammin’ to the holy, silence of MilesDavis & John Coltrane @https://youtu.be/k7zBmDSSwZk }

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.?

ZEUS' MICROBIAL ONENESS & ME

ZEUS’ FISH OUT OF WATER, DOA

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 25, 2019

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Right here and now, to the left, to the right leaning due to paternal force of One, goddess dam

Full H2O where a pond once was, drops dead on Saturn, Mars, Venus & Jupiter's sidereal flip

Old and washed up stars of the red giants and white dwarves that inhabit a ghetto’s Void trip

Where tabernacles full of blind faith hold grim forms of God-made Man’s forceless flimflam.

Kisses away from the last One to make it through eternal night, ego-divested nature of Three

Old man but never a woman in charge of the humanity we grant full responsibility for Being

As if any human on Earth could actually fill the empty shoes of Nothing, a Void of peril to me

A One, a Father and the Second in charge, the Many, a Mother without Me, I am 1, perishing.

As if the day’s dreams and night’s mares weren’t enough for the top to get down to my diction

To kiss It or the little Lucy up in the sky with rubies, diamonds, emeralds, sapphires & topaz

All of this and everything else is the whole shebang, it’s a matter of fact, the energy of fiction

Buffalo roamed all over this animal skinned culture, rawhide to the hair of sheep, all pizazz!

Coming from where I am taught, where I am told the winter is, spinnin’ balls in circles’ TV set

Sights for sore blinded eyes open the vista from a blacktop road in darkness into a plethora fit

For kings and queens who never knew they had it all when they had it, so lost in a Space force

It all comes down to this, you’ll be either #Woke or #Dreaming, soul-dead, it could be worse!

Fighting with Zeus or Zarathustra just because the Word was spoken and I desired the light

A supernova of hydrogen and carbon gets too excited to contain the excitement, all orgasmic

In spurts of pulsar energy, in every direction from the center of an inverted point of my Right

To the Left, to the left we go with the little children runnin’ wild around the totem pole dick!

Out in the cotton fields, we picked the fuzz until our fingers bled, then we got the gin, we win!

Makin’ slick duds for the Many, baby bones being born in geometric progression, dirty dozen

Runnin’ the blocks to the corners and through the back doors, bein’ Mr & Mrs Jones holy Sin

For real, the mortality and the venality of the original eventuality is the doom of my own Zen.

Having a thing for Mrs. Jones or any mother of my teenage girlfriends of the 1960’s, Oh man!

I went directly from being OK with life as we know it, to suddenly, eyes wide opened, I’s a fan

Out the door, down the block, Iran for it, a getaway to die for, killin’ it, a military unit of SOBs

We’d be DOA to the ones who gave Some and All of it, just the two of us, happy NY 2020AD!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, FREEZEMBER 25th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PHT

{ Drafted with G W Jr Music #GroverWashingtonJr #InnerCityBlues & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cAEQShvnnuU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

@AnnPeebles #EyesLoveYouTooBaby #INNAGODADAVIDA #Presence @IronButterfly #LedZeppelin & @FrankieValle @MorganWallen #HammerThisThor #HammerComesDown

LOVE* #LAKLAND, ALASKAN BASS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 17, 2019

************* a fortnight in presence **************

Took me away from home to the joy and celebration of warriors, reinforcements! Ship ahoy!

Asleep in the trenches, freezing in the hope of being saved by gods’ holy supermen, Yoyo Boy

As if that was the only way to be, all too human, pretending to be a creation of an artist’s Dam

A hird or fourth time of reincarnating the force from Everywhere into a small atom of Adam.

What are YOU, a WISEACRES child or an older than dirt philosopher who says nothing at all

To anyone ever, not a word or a breath breathed out loud, total silence of lambs, too humane

For the aliens or the gods above this planet’s surface, in the middle of Void Space or a dream

A land’s mine of thoughts flow ‘like a river do,’ my man-mind synapses fires, naughty cream.

Ship sailed too long ago to see the wake left behind, it was here and now back then too, OMG

Now schooled in the finer arts of mind control and fishing for fish #underwater, invisible sea

Microscopic and macroscopic appearance of the shapes/forms of light and dark memes of me

I wanted this, needed this, I’m the thing itself that always was and will be here and now, aye!

If you believe it’s a game of mighty power lifting strong MEN, you’ve been deceived by birth

Inside of the egg you began as the FATHER above the VOID invaded, inseminated A WORD

A sound of a UFO hovering above your head, humming and vibrating your all too human Id

Ego was not super enough, it was vulnerable to attack from the denizens of the absolute It.

Being as it may, thus we move as the unmoved do once excited by dirty balls of cosmic fugue

Broken apart yet still One and the same Thing, part of Nothing is the whole of Nothing vogue

Coming to high heaven in the vestibule of the sacristy with the habits, hosts and hotty nuns

Who know more than the boys to priests who get no sex after their own Ma and Pa’s guns.

Last gasp of air before it’s too late to comprehend the gist of the trip, satisfaction is so fine

But you will never know the feeling after you feel it, the mind dims, the brain’s electric out

And when it’s over, you won’t know it but Nothing ever mattered, a moral code X of ethics

Unknown because it’s where we stand, sit and fly, in an ultraviolet beam, OMG, BUT WHY?

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r j j stephan, i

https://www.lakland.com/ #ABasslessClaim #ShotOfMyHoneyTripToTheAlaskanTundra

c. Mardi, FREEZEMBER 17th, 2019 A.D.

{ #ThoughtsINeededToGitOut Dedicated to #TheTwins, #HBD #60, my eyes adore you! Deborah Stephan & David Stephan without whom our Mother Theresa #TMA, the Josie & Joe daughter variety, RIP Mommy! At-ONE & done! & loop of Morganwallen #RedneckLoveSong link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

 FINIS

W.W.A.R.D

#SomebodyHelpMe #DontYouWantSomebodyToLove #Wait #What? #'Mo #Fagen #RUNDMC ##MusicFactory

NOTES OF 208 BONES, ANGELINA-j

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 11, 2019

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Gotta jump to it when it’s time, everybody has no choice, when the world moves, so do you

I may be out of line but I’m always in control either ahead of the game or scoopin’ up behind

Followed both fools and wisemen from the poorhouse to the banks, all of them died, left it all

Nothing they could do but sweat & burn out their Time on the throne, pitched curve fastballs.

Down the center line over the base of home, on the corner, high or low undercover or outed

Put and take once the chess game begins, knight to bishop three, like it or not, it’s an opening

On the way to a fortunate trip to the checks of the mates of kings, rappin’ smack and dancing

Twist, twirl, head bob, shoulders shift, hips shake, legs bend and feet shuffle, beats shouted.

You don’t have to feel the music but you do, then you feel some chills up and down your spine

It makes your spine wiggle & bend back and forth, makes your voice blow out, lips smackin’

Squirrels get nuts and if we don’t, a bit frustrating, we movin’ again, lucky partner kinsman

It’s been fabulous, a proverbial, perpetual treat from the top shelf of the stash, scored in sin!

Who needs that music to play up and down the scales, the do, re, mi of the concerto or solo

Me, me, me and everybody else I ever play the beats to, dance like there’s no bass or tremolo

Awakened, conscious, everybody’s the Cause and Effect, an Unmoved Mover of things, Aha

Buttercup blue sky, booty fussin’ as if it’s out of control, in a nice deep state groove, Angelina!

I’m puttin’ on the Ritz for my inner audience of One, just because I can, just because I think

Therefore, I am and whatever that is, I’ll remain in that statue until the final re-exhaled stink

From the bowels of a haven for jockey gods, a broadcast command goes invisible, kinda blue

Points are connected but the form and shape are obscured and nobody knows what Ala knew.

All she wrote and sang with the muses who rhyme or don’t, depending on takin’ a chance cut

On the she-It cd, I worked so hard my fingers bled, bang-a-gong cymbal to some of the few

U2 have had the wonderful clear and present danger of being a star, took a chance, like New

There it is again, the music is beatin up the movement, GOT you, fool’s mate, check out a but!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, FREEZEMBER 11TH, 2019 A.D. @ 1717 hours PST

{ JAMMED OUT OF THE MUSE and she into my conscious mitochondria immersed in the cytoplasm of divine love, surrounding the nucleus of every atom in my soul, makin #EverybodyDanceNow jammin’ to CCMusicFactory @ https://youtu.be/LaTGrV58wec }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DistortingTime #64Squares #YourMove #Christmas #Christ #Savior #OriginalSin #ThanksAdamAndEve

A LOSS FOR ALL IS A WIN FOR ONE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 3, 2019

---------- #HOMEforChristmas ----------

With or without power’s knowledge, wisdom dictates to enjoy the moment, it maybe the last

It is an unknown fact about the nature of existence once personal identity ends, death is fast

No sooner do you know that something unusual is happening, heart attack, brain seized styth

It’s only a surprise to the faithfully departed when they’ve been introduced to eternity’s myth.

You have no idea where the answers are but where that is is where you want to be, for sure

Substantial plasma craft manufacturing in an underwater factory, resistance immunity gear

Speed of light interplanetary projects are not for your eyes, creation theory is under hot fire

There’s no man-god savior or holy men or holy women, there’s no angels, just time travel sir.

Eventually everything will be as clear as looking through glass panes, literally eyes wide open

To see and comprehend that nature in front of our eyes and what it means to us, inside Zen

Nothing to lose if you allow intelligence of hairy apes to be the best creation of the gods-play

But it will never remain in stasis, never remain at rest in the sea of queers and snake DNA.

Fate of the merciful is the same as the fate of the morons, idiots and thieves, mouth agape

Soul all gone and just the rotting flesh without the verve to Move it in a circle, it’s all on tape

Recorded for your edification when being judged by a benign criticism of imaginary goldust

Millions of dollars spent and never earned, just stolen from the labor of the workers’ Lust!

Retired to the back room to anoint the scam, a coup de ta and a scream of ooh la la, ecstatic

Orgasmic phantasm of acid for the animation of dead dirt and rock, God’s occult analgesic

In a dance with the death of my own 208 bones, muscles and organs in tact, still thriving Id

Host of the One, no discriminating against me just because I died tonight, I’m still here, kid!

Plain as the monkeys eating dogs colored to appear like a tiger with stripes, hungry ape sheet

Existentially yours and mine just because we got lucky and entered an egg/sperm DNA feet

Suicide, patricide, matricide, either way, mortality seems to be a waste unless it’s a nightmare

Upon awakening, the dream’s exposed to our Self as just a joke, #FakeNews, we be #Woke!

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r j j stephan, i

c. MARDI, FREEZEMBER 3RD, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ Drafted to Frank Sinatra #IllBeHomeForChristmas link@ https://youtu.be/tItGjgFZpjk }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#HashtaggedMyAttitude #StepAside #WrapAPipeAroundYourHead #BIDEN2020 #WAIT #WHAT?

SHE’S IN A BLACK HOLE OF CATS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 14, 2019

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You really didn’t want to go there but you did, nobody forced you nor me, it’s a free willy gig

Obfuscation is clearly the modus operandi of the laws of gravity and centrifugal force’s wig

Not for any small reason, this is the stuff that dreams are made of, the very thing you got

Breathing, animated bodies and souls of civilized colonies of a homo sapiens genome dot.

A nucleus of an atom and a conglomeration of them do what they do, fusion or fission too

Explode or implode the perfect circles, triangles and polygons from above as below the blue

Skies around the dirty water, I love that dirty water though, without H2O, it’s a quid pro quo

Perfectly one and the same, from a rogue DNA egg we extrapolate it all, a Biden 2020 blow.

In my jet of an SUV, me and my hot co-pilot track the highways and rural routes, shields high

Bugs can’t stay on the grill, they disintegrate, windshield coated with UFO skin, chips’ shield

There’s a disagreement and a dispute and a threat and a battle, a war and an end to the Sky

In other words, rogues attempt a coup d’etat and fail, get captured and executed on the field.

Inside the house or outside of the atmosphere where angels fear to go, corruption bloodbath

Hoaxes are exposed by the liars who use their precious air with a collusion illusionary dossier

Pretend to be your friend when really you’re the object of a philosophical opponent’s Id wrath

Need a getaway sled for a trek up the hill to the Sierra Nevadas, I got a key, you can rock me!

For the sake of the planet’s substance application to this existence found here and now, I bow

Knuckleheads and worthy saints putting one wing in front of the other, on the runway to Tao

Where nothing is, everything is and has always been, how it all got here in the first place, yes

Winks and nods from superman with neither body nor extra-sense, sleazy bribe God to bless.

Every minute of every day you remind me of the story I’ve been reading, telling it at the rack

Every breath and every swallow I am privileged to steal from the bottom of the bottles’ Jack

Happy to pass out or fight about the flight from here to eternity, you know where it’s goin’ ta

Hot rods runnin’ on the strip and over to the malt shop drive-thru for Betty Sue & Veronica.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is our #Sled, now I spilled the beans on the wicked witch of the west!

c. Saturday, BLOVEMBER 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted this little gem while jammin’ to Nickelblack - Nickelback Tribute Band #ShakinHands & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dxi28-abUpw }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MyMama? Nope, #YoMama! #LifeIsInAJarAfterall

CATCH AND RELEASE, NOWAY, ‘G’

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, November 3, 2019

Lookin’ deep into the lookin’ glass and see what’s left of your self, what nobody taught USians

Freedom is NEVER free, the Evil alive wants it and you to be immersed in a mire, mud flood

From their ancestors and the minions who followed them on the road to extinction of Sapiens

Shreds of the words, meanings of grunts of cavemen, on cave walls writ with sticks and blood.

Of the hunting for the animals to BBQ on the #Fire and eat with your clan, a family of drones

This is really #FarOut man, this can’t be true or we’d already know about it, we’d all be bones

208 of them from head to toes, bound by muscles and an elastic skin bag, hold guts real tight

You only have a hundred years more or less to drift through space with a Black Hole in sight.

Start here and now and get there and then eventually, you don’t have to fret about it, chillax

When you find your imagination wandering outside the realm of your family’s caring tracks

Y’all on your own, you’ve got no backup and you’ve got no factor of ten, you can’t drop a dime

Workin’, movin’ 208 bones to cooperate and not demolish the #Cell before it’s #Tweet Time.

Drifting starstuff moving at times and at rest at times, the Way is down the middle road of Id

Between the ego and superego the homies and the blood, they ain’t stoppin’ until a bitter end

We’ll communicate what’s goin’ on right in front of their eyes, our eyes, my eyes, your eyes

No heroes on the battlefield of a super Nova black hole of Mother Nature, #GitReady, IT dies!

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r j j stephan, i #CatchAndRelease

c. Dimanche, BLOVEMBER 3RD, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ freaked my mama’s ghost out this AM when this came out of the #MuseOMine; drafted listenin’ to Alexander King Chillout on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JUxaYO1lSHk }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Relativity and #Immortality #Comedy #Tragedy #ColdWorld #EventHorizon & the #Singularity #Phenomenology #Mass #Matter #Friction #Momentum & @MotherGoose

PHENOMENOLOGICAL DESTRUCTION

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 2, 2019

-------------- #BlackOnBlack ------------

Sometime, well I guess it was once upon a time there lived a herd of people, band of gypsies

They came from somewhere but they can’t recollect where that was, they all have amnesia

They are all asleep, walkin’ around in the dream that they refer to as life, Earth living thing

What we were before the ancestors got here? Nothing at all, the Big Bang caused us to sing!

From the top of our lungs or in the underground railroads where even bad men fear to go

Screams of silence, just gasps and quiet empty, dead air exhaled, just like a holy roller pro

One who claims to know the God, the creator of the universe through blind faith, like a baby

Believing what your faith leaps to is an Unknown entity evolved from a black hole singularity.

Time and Space as the matrix of the living and dead, move things themselves in perpetuity

They are not gods, they were not even created by any God at all, now the joke is on me, see?

It’s Relativity that we need to explore, the nature of Nothing, that’s life’s massive extinction

Stage of the continental hosts, species of beasts prowl for salad and burgers, raw or BBQ’n.

Not so fast, somebody is right about the nature of being and somebody must be wrong I see

Fractions of equations breakdown the load of feeling all alone, not lonely but alone, I’m free

In a nanosecond, your own consciousness has come and gone, no memory of your prehistory

Meaning more or less that random collisions of matter, gravitationally collapse, blood gory.

What’s important to your caretakers may be what’s important to all, the insight of a 3rd eye

Blinded by light, deafened by radio waves, suffered the taste and smell loss due to raging sin

All there was left to experience this world was feeling, sensing the surroundings, alive to die

Spinning, rotating, wobbling, plummeting or ejecting away from atomic fission, chill, fusion.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, BLOVEMBER 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to a documentary “How Did The Universe Begin” on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2JwpYeT_2yY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FightThePowerIfYouDare #TheHeatIsOn

TOOTH DECAY MATTERS, EH?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 23, 2019

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There’s no need to get all crazy about it, facts are facts, #FWAAT Canada-Hong Kong rocking

No queen or secretary of state available for comment on insignificance of Trumpism, a viking

What do you think about that? You know that I know what you think, it all comes down Jack

We gotta eat to live, to stay alive it’s either kill or be killed, a homer, raw McDonoh’s BigMaq.

#YellowSnowFlakes or #Shaq, quite a juxtaposition of opposite philosophies of existence, we

Unless you’re a monk livin’ in a cave on a 3 hill island, the Ugly, the Good and the Bad to be

All three formerly mountaintops of volcanoes until Earth shifted the oceans place in Space

An axis shift and a velocity decrease of both the orbit and the wobble-revolution, Sunny Daze.

It’s customary to attempt to crucify your skin and bones in an airless gas chamber, choke up

On the bat, wood to a head like in the olden days when the young bucks ran rampant, #STFU

Steps up and down the ladders and stairways to heaven and around in circular jerks’ parties

Remain calm when you discover the actual Truth about this matrix for unholy spirits’ envies.

Does anything survive the flesh and bone when it’s animation of itself fails into freeze-frame

#DeepFake to the nucleus, now, a video created by Chinese Zen Masters, martyrs of my Tao

You know and I know nothing more than what’s right in front of an open door of perceptions

Cause of the First Cause is the indeterminate principle, not for you to know, perfect 7th sons.

Conditions of the categorical imperative and the metaphysics of the Form and Matter of Id

Wearing nothing at birth and totally ignorant of what had just happened, startled by Light

If lucky or not, here and now is for some but not for all, it’s not All for One and One for All

Glad you could get to the end of the path in One piece, an unbrave, old world of Eve’s Fall.

Utter emptiness outside of this atmosphere, boys and girls have bones in bags’ of acid DNA

Acid moving, eating other moving things after boiling or frying, cooking the meat of holy prey

Truth makes you cry so go ahead and cry on my shoulder, it will All be Over sooner than then

Well, any second of any moment of any night or day, a last breath’s ovum, yo mama’s a hen.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 07:11 PST

{ Drafted while breathin’ in a plastic mask & listenin’ to Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST, they got podcasts too & bumper music of The Isley Brothers #GoForYoGuns link @ https://youtu.be/rzfpeF6_okI  }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MamasLittleMan #Everlast #ItCannotBeSold #LoveMillionaire

 

WORD OUT THE HEAD, ACE HIGH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 13, 2019

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In utter dissolution from the indoctrination of my youth from seven to nineteen, it is so Basic

That is what every single child in America needs either right after high school, before college

Or the only alternative if being a drop-out extinction malfunction is the goal, it is militaristic

To discover the discipline required to be totally dependent on god’s Big Brother’s power edge.

Unnecessarily coy to know the history of your predecessors, hunters, slaves, ‘foregathers’ kin

To rule is either inherited smoke and mirrors or imposed to force keeping Law’s origin, a sin

Policing the rivers and the valleys where the gardens grow means, obliterating homelessness

#Pride in producing a positive vibration in public is enculturated from infancy, it’s kindness.

To be or not to be isn’t the only question, why #TrickOrTreat others like I want to be tricked

What is that all about, an annual festivity in specific type of human culture, live evil danced

From vampires to the werewolves, mummies risen from pyramid tombs and gold temples

Yo yo, I say it a million times a day, inside my head, it’s annoying out loud but hey, Yo, yo!

Now and then you and I know that you’ve got no free will, no choice other than an imperative

Wonder is fine for the children with stars in their eyes but if you would have asked me, jive

I’d share the dozens and the history of civilization and prehistoric speculation on the dying

What I came here for, exposing the obvious and contemplating my reason’s whistle blowing.

Just wanted to play games down here and have fun getting hurt and dirty, back for more

Or less if the brain and mind become comfortably numb, either in affluence or in a morgue

Options in the deduction are limited to the compound subjects, predicates and objects all

What I say, what you hear and what you say is what I hear, written down chance to dwell.

On being this mindful mouse searchin’ for the cheese or crust, milk of goat or cow, gold dust

In a dream’s state of being alive yet totally at one, asleep and devoid of fear of being stone zen

What the creator of the universe would do to become animated mud and blood, evil’s a must

You’ve got to be an awkward, two-headed step child, if you wanna be in It, a cult in heaven!

You and I may disobey the rules and guidelines but that won’t fake a byte of espresso foam

In the scheme of everything on Earth and the solar system of our Sun, nobody’s Dumas-free

Things of matter are few and far between your ears, that’s where reality resides, my freedom

Extreme happiness or sadness, mason free to wake from beta-wave sleep, #Come, #Go me.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, ROCKTOBER 13th, 2019 A.D @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to the Ogres rap Alexander King & #Littlefoot #DontWait #MoneyWontMakeItself #ItsGottaGitMade on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BJ_oltqfC5Q?list=RD9YEFSb2fOOA #chitGrowsOutMyFace #BeardAndTattoos}

W.W.A.R.D.?