#FourTwenty #420 #WTH #ItsYourThingDoWhatYouWannaDo Eh? #ItStonedMeToo 4 2 0 #ThingsHaveChanged

4:20 UNDER A STONE ROLL SIEGE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 20, 2020

------------  #FAVALOSA ------------

It is an Alpha and an Omega just for your edification, don’t want to frighten you into oblivion

Right here and now, it’s all a matter of who of us whines loudest for fake alien viral infections

Before the TV and the radio voices comin’ from an alien’s form of electronic system of gadflys

You would have no idea that people all over the entire planet Earth get sick to death, she dies!

Just like your ancestors and descendants you will become extinct from the R & R hall of fame

A moment prior to the last day you and I will be alive, we will all recall this live, evil congame

Confident blind faith in the unseen, superman master of the universe will lead to a BBQ feast

Empty of things and the very definition and essence of Nothing itself, it’s Nature, The Beast.

From any angle, acute or obtuse, either way it’s less than 180 degrees or more than the One

A degree is more than paperwork from schools private and public, degree means you’re done

Warm spot in my heart for my alcoholic brethren on empty, thank God for #7-11’s artichoke

Paper products, chicken eggs, got the cow muscle meat & slabs of swab tested pigs in a poke.

To eat & work, to pay the rent, to be or not to be, that is a question I’ve eaten for 3 on a dime

I know, I know that it’s a matter of time and for a simple mind like my own, very little time

Notion of the Truth given by the philosopher that chomps on Noam Chomsky, man to notice

Shorter much less than Plato, Socrates and Kant or even Karl Marx, he’s real, a #SoulOnIce.

Wealth’s corporate power to masters of the golden ivory tower of insane Noam chump clowns

God danged and put your megalomaniacal philosophy bytes of blaming masters’ slave peons

Debate between ignorant fake-minds which got flushed down clown outhouses of extinct sons

Fossil fuels, bank philosophers’ hopelessness, #Fakenews caused extinction of our species.

What are you talkin’ about, what do you mean, there’s a man you think is reasoning, my son?

How many idiots does it take to make an Ethics of God’s command to the queen-king chimps

Calling the great men bad men and calling their own kind of men, the bad men, a great One

Internet fabrication of a lunatic, an idiots friends, morons eat the datum of chimp chumps.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, #420 April 20th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Pure Void evaporated onto this illusory page while listenin’ to Chomsky reveal his lack of counter-intelligence briefing attendance, regarding US Security Systems listenin’ to a scholarly presentation & then, when I could not bear another moment of the blather to listen to #WARtheBand #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q3FimSlvVT4 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlackSilkDiamondsGold&SilverBalls #WaterIsUnderTheBridgeToo #WhichThingsHaveChangedNow ?

HORSEMONGER FOR MAMALUKE!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 17, 2020

------------ #ThoughtISawSomethingMove ------------

It’s not every day on this planet, on this ground of being that you can recover from the Ends

Finality is such a terminal way to approach the nature of this beast, a humane form of death

Orbiting and revolving during the wobble and observation of an imaginary ecliptic, the Bends

I am not here to be water under the bridge, can barely keep my own eyes open, blown breath!

In and out like the fabulous cow pie with aged joy juice from the liberated teats of mamalukes

They wait for a last train thinkin’ they’ve got a ticket to ride, all hell’s changed, all of It, Duke!

Sweet malamutes are footloose and free runnin’ around with every stray, now it’s all but done

Miss Lucy of the Diamond Sky made a mistake, scrambled the DNA of reason’s logic, godson.

On the gallows, head in the homemade noose, actually it’s a formal diatribe of the ruse of You

I am no different than the first or the last brother or sister to be here, to be born, to die of Flu

Utter dissolution of thoughts, survivor of the struggle dies like a dog, eating losers’ livin’ trash

Reported to me, prior to being me, my wings disappeared, still got the pizazz, got diaper rash!

Humanity of the inhumane, still breathing in a cell behind bars, I got the key to the gist of It

Commercials to make the commerce move from hand to guitar strings, to keys of eighty eight

Blown horns, two octaves of half-full notes on s scale to make Godzilla appear to be virus chit

Diamonds from coal, Gold from lead, small treasure with high value, if it bleeds, hell it leads!

Flown below the radar on purpose to stay undetected by the kissers and killers of the Goods

Few and far between each other, they’ve devised a way to keep your #SocialDistance moods

Later is better than never, so register the points of the conclusion, lock in tight on this, #Fly

Vacuumed stardust and made some #JitterbugRagDrag for the wizards and witches, magic I.

Neither you nor I can win this here game without knowing all of the rules and who is playing

All things are edible on planets and within solar systems filling out the galaxies of the Cosmos

You may have your neck in a tight noose right now, it’s ready to tighten up, y’all better move

If you remain at One, at Rest you will be what I shall be when I jump my needle out a groove.

Dream weaving as you read, as I lie to you about laying around the planet just waiting to diet

Die like our food that we heat up and ingest, digest and divest for the sake of the Nothingness

Or maybe it is the Unknown Occult, disconnected origin of muck and mire, a savior is divine?

You came here for this, IT is all there is, my head’s in a noose, hells gonna break loose, FINE!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, April 17th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Jammed out in a loop during a ad infinitum trip with BobDylan #BobDylan #ThingsHaveChanged link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NowhereSpecial #JustStayinAliveForNow @Venus #PrinceOfThePaupers @PhilosophersStone @VanMorrison @BruceSpringsteen #FaithBetweenOurTeeth #BackstreetsChicagoFreehold #HitMe

GOOD GIRLS, BLURRED LINE HENS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 5, 2020

------  #NoFullHouse just #TripAces ------

The Tea is for Two not the ants, fleas and gnats of the genome, beggars of green eggs & ham

I am One gypsy on the surface of the planet and there’s one in the air and one at sea, 1 & done

Not amigos but necessary conditions for a format to exist in this manner, a form of gods’ dam

Substance of the substratum from the Earth core center of a Life on Earth to a star, my sun.

You rocked and stoned the pebbles into smithereens of viral-cosmic dust, a pinch of salt balls

Never to be hard enough to rock again, soft rock’s questionable too, nobody knows but nature

Nice guys finish last and I was always the first over the goal line, apparently I’m badder y’alls

Good girls can’t handle me, like my ma, sisters and wives, bad girls want gigabytes, pure me.

I get it, I’ve always gotten it but I play possum for the minions to extrapolate their animosity

Dreaming their fannies are all awake, unconscious of Nature, trippin’ on Reality & swag steel

Took a ride in the education K-16 and found Nothing but #BlurredLines of animal rules, Fme

Yeah, I said it good girls, I can’t spell it, know where I comin’ from? Hug my mesmeric DNA!

Fairs and concerts, ball games of children & old, decrepit men who outlive a dark star’s whirls

Just because their mothers and fathers let them play games as children, away from gang ways

Earings and fingerlings of diamonds and sapphires, rubies and emeralds in a full circular jerk

Directionless creator out of humane control but DNA & RNA with code to survive, good girls!

I’ve fought hard and I’ve got scars and tattoos from head to toe, there is no dread of the Void

Been there and came out of It in One piece, still alive, kicking cosmic dust off doomed boots

Now, just #ParkItBeach & get off, a commercial break to be concerned about, empty, dead air

Wealth in the black lead buried in the mountains of planetary X, #GoldenGirls, a divine dare.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 5 aprile 2020 Anno del Signore; @ 1: 111 Ante Meridian; Ora solare Pacifico

{ Simulation presentation with the #GoodGirls this AM #BlurredLines Robin Thicke nasty jam on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yyDUC1LUXSU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GodAintDeadYet #GrimReaperHappiness @VirusLovesBacteria

A NOD’S WINK, EVIL EYE’S DANK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, March 21, 2020

----- #SomethinElseDoneHitTheGround -----

A formal genetic code of DNA in the Space and Time you know as a reality home of the brave

No toilet paper needed, killing animals to eat them is not needed, eating plants as a holy slave

Toil in the astral dust, the Earth dirt left over from the exile of our star away from Big Bangs

Doom and destruction precede the creation of the Beauty, the Beautiful, a design of Wong's.

Chinese influenza from communists and socialists to destroy the capitalists, cripple the gods

If Karl Marx and Mao Tse Tung could only see the result of their child’s play, Wisdom’s fate

Completely obscured from plain sight, even the x-ray vision of superman couldn’t penetrate

Born to be free while dependent on everything on Earth for survival, a dichotomy of hot rods.

Pints or tons of the milk of Emptiness, open wound of wide open Space, a tomb for Nothing

In the holy books of unknown human origin, lines and squiggles on the cave walls and rocks

To remind us that there were some people who were alive, then died, torn-asunder, my son

A network of Space for Gravity and Gravy, pink flamingo bowel movement, Time creation.

Moss all over the forest, moose, elk and deer, even antelope runnin’ wild across planet Earth

On or off of a Newheel, hovering your 208 bones and 650-840 muscles, depending on girth

On or off of the hover-board you go and find yourself above the planet’s surface, wet or dry

Rivers and lakes without rules force collisions and death of atomic anomalies, men will die!

Madness closed off the intercourse and the species became extinct, fear caused bitter Ends

All snakes and bacteria consumed by the holy virus, of birds and bats, an influenza to die for

Yet, the strong survived, the young kept kissing each other and spreading the spit and rumors

That disease only kills old human beings yet it is worse than that, I kill the young first, then...

Oops, I’ve exposed myself to the healthy, you and yours, now you know, Mr & Mrs holy RNA

Microscopes have exposed the truth, telescopes have opened the Holy of Holies double-wide

To throw, to hit, to catch, to kick the balls all over the ground, in the air, off of the brick walls

Last chance for a final gasp of smoke for Rock & Bullwinkle’s third eye’s wink, bud of #Dank.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 3-21-2020 Anno Domini @ 6:66 AM in the bat-menagerie, my Home - Homer-Simpson.

{ Drafted while watchin’ & listenin’ to Rocky and Bullwinkle Muses RockyandBullwinkle ruled for an hour @ https://youtu.be/sVsesUF9-_Y }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoWayForPink @PINK #GravitasLatino @CarlosSantana #SANTANAconcert2020

GIMME A BREAK, WITH THE EYES!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 16, 2020

-------------  #EverythingIsIndeedEverything -------------

Way back a long time ago in 1971 A.D. I volunteered to be your twinkling star on a Hanoi nite

It wasn’t funny shippin’ me off from the Windy City to the Alamo, my old Davy Crockett fight

A day that the #1 fire fighters went upstairs to sleep above the snorkels and hook and ladders

Grandma’s hands never let the bad guys get to me in the holy city’s eye balls, god-impostors.

For Jets and the Sharks, everything improbable in history actually occurred for real, honest

I would not lie to the ones who need to know the reality they are immersed within, fear US

Compared the things themselves to one another and found a homogeneous symbol of Void

Nothing but the sub-atomic dissolution of heaven and hell, reality is eternal, a mother-lode.

Patience and courage from the alpha’s points of view to the victory of the battle to Feel

Keeping the sun’s rays in batteries and incandescent and florescent on a solar Newheel

Hovering above the ground of being where angels feared to go, O2 personally stepped in

Muck and mire choking gestures, #AsAboveSoBelow, NOW, 360 degrees, I Am Oxygen.

Out of the uniform, out of the war, into a universal program of divinity’s particular squats

It’s a One, a Singularity in the middle of the #CoronaVirus from baboons’ humanity plots

Equation mathematically discharged into faded dummies and literal idiots of man’s DNA

Ability to perceive in A Sixth sense, above and below the seven seas here and now, F’n A!

Judging before you are judged by strangers who enforce the rules of being in a black hearse

Unless you want to go to heaven or hell before #YourTime, you must obey just one law first

Teaching every tiny tot the Golden Rule, Kant’s Categorical Imperative’s sweet spot’s foal

Good and Evil fighting like the gravitational collapse of a White Dwarf into a Black Hole.

Blizzard of teeth chewing the muscle and skin off of your sinews and bones, God’s holy fun

And then well you know what happens after that, don’t make me tell you it’s come undone

You must admit it to your true self, there is a gimmick that’s fools and jokers and a holy bum

Reasons for Nothing, a #YoHoHo being on planet Earth, shooters of #StPatty’s day 151rum.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi 16 mars 2020 Anno Domini, @ 8:30 Heure normale du Pacifique Ante Meridian

{ Generated in the Void of Mistaken Identity with your hundred year old bag of bones, gettin’ down with #FracturedFairyTales @ https://youtu.be/vVuiunGFT80 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PeanutGallery #IAmNotWorthy #Temptations #TwilightZone #BallsAndChainsWelcome

FAR AWAY, WHITE TRASH BENDER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 1, 2020

-------------------  #WeAreNotWorthy  ------------------

Slobs reliving the life of the man or woman who don’t worry about anything, not even dead

Alive forever and a day before the end, they’ll get a warning to tuck in all the foot-loose ends

Fait accompli or just an accident of the First Cause mythology, silver spoons in lord of the fly

Fear and loathing for the Truth of the stacks of dead trees and dusted ink from the dyin’ dye.

Black Jesus from Mexico or down Brazil’s way, somebody related to the Aztec or Inca duels

Where the landing of the aliens came to rest their lovecraft out of fuel for any return, 10 rules

Called them commandments to control the fear and loathing of the white evil, hornet stinger

Spelled backwards or forward, live and evil are one and the same thing, don’t shoot a tweeter.

So, let me get this straight, no problem with human sacrafice to the Creator Black Hole saves

In Babylon it will all be forgotten and the memory of me in the desert or atop the hill’s caves

All alone after the rejection and deflection off of the rock hard slate of the tribe’s inefficacies

Spirits too weak to control the hot fire and the frost of the icy days and nights of Uranus’ seas.

Babylon here and now, feeling the burn of the ebb and the flow of the hips, hook up my eyes

Unknown reasons for conception, survival of mortality’s original sin, immortal, invisible lies

Nothing to fear except fear itself deep down in every one of our souls, a purpose unknown X

Unsolved and with deep regret, the occult remains unseen, the wizard magic is a witch’s hex.

Your lights were on when you went to sleep on the top bunk bed, you promised you’d dream

Maybe you did and maybe you didn’t, that is the question since you’ve gasped a final scheme

From German Kant, Latin Seneca or Greek Thales or Chi-Com wisdom of a Lao Tzu droid

Into the Twilight Zone without a need or desire for a rudder to steer to anywhere, it’s a Void.

Do not put your self in my place, stay right there in your own place, delve deep in mortal sin

Marrow of DNA/RNA code, animate the Terra Ferma boogie-man nightmare, hazard rockin’

From a blank screen with nothing but blackness, no white or any color from prismatic bends

What comes out is identical to what came in, eyes and mouths wide open, it’s how it all ends.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 1er mars 2020 Anno Domini (AD) à 9 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique (PST)

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Temptations #MASTERPIECE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/U3z5NKskK60 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PhonyBones #PretenderEnds

ALL IN A WOMB, FORGET ABOUT IT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 8, 2020

------------------ #UltraRockin -------------------

In the deep space allowed to my living DNA, I got a strong back for the heavy, #2 load of scat

A whole lot of love coming dead out of your mother’s and father’s thighs, knuckle sandwiches

Crying does a little bit of good for your soul and spirit, a cosmic dust cover-up, the Truth seal

Pain and suffering will motivate even the bitter idiot savants who carry me from birth to debt.

What I owed was because I spent the loan, I wasted the cash on pretty little mamas who loved

Me forever is what they all said or at least that’s what I heard, a distortion of real gods above

You’ve got as much control over your animation as you do over the revolution of melting ICE

Knowledge and wisdom just conceptual analysis of the incredible place in Space, Time’s rice.

Hunger is all gone as if it never existed in the second or third place of liberty’s will to power

I could blame everybody but me since I had nothing to do with the entry into pops creation

He came before my mama did and I guess she conceived me without a nut, not even a wiggle

Debt that was owed from the ancestral garden of Eve, now I pay the love and hate struggle.

Come along with me on the high and low roads because the middle road is now a dead end

You can’t get past your last breath, your final heartbeat, omega thought of being an incarnate

In the flesh and bones, in the brain and mind of the Many who split from the host, godsend

It is what it is, back turned on carrying everybody else’s debts to the creator of this caliphate.

In absolute darkness of the cosmic menudo, I am what it is and I always was and will be It

All of it, not just some of IT, the whole shebang, literally and figuratively as the case may be

It all enters from a one way street, direct sunlight burning star causing evolution of species

Think, an alien form of being, not of this Earth, left us on the planet for the Congo Ubangees.

#SpaceForce is a way to look beyond the atmosphere to the Void we hope is full of live bones

Friendly or hostile, to know you are not alone is better than being alone, be the tattoo of apes

If and only if you can mimic the ones who came before you, God wastes the starlight’s cosmos

Regardless of the outcome, divinity’s dam right here & now, #JackFlash rockin’ your cradles.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi 8 fevrier, 2020 Anno Domini

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the Gregg Allman #AintWastinTimeNoMore LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X-bBWbrHgGE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FearAintHere #DreamsAreDyingInTimeAndSpace

GOD’S DAMS & GRAMMA'S HANDS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 31, 2020

---------------- #BabyStepSOS  ------------------

Y’all know what y’all can do with this bowl of mean and ferocious men who want to win It

What It is is an unknown, it comes and goes with the annual wind of change, nobody’s fit

All unfit for the trip around the world’s presence of being, evolutionary trip around a star

Burning the hydrogen and oxygen and pollution into the vague, amorphous Void of Dada.

Features of the creatures who worship their only option as a creator, whatever is #Ups

Never, ever what is down under the ground to the open-fire center of the planet’s crust

Nobody knows anything about the reason for being but these holy hominids think of It

Miraculous beyond a wild thought of being in a SuperNova or a starburst’s Singularity.

I’m no Einstein or Kant nor Socrates or Plato but I’m alive and they are not, trump fans

In the game of life they lived and said their piece of this #TooMuchTime on the hands

Grandma’s hands and grandpa’s sweat and tears put me right here and now, grati pal

What I do with it is not their fault but to their credit, without them, I don’t exist, et al.

Back stronger than most to carry the load of the debt that yo’ mama owes God for mortal sin

Come back to paradise when it’s all over, Time and Space don’t last past the 21st new century

It will be done as you see, it’s all you got, everything in the One thing you call it all, me me me

When you know the Truth it won’t hurt but you will hate it, it’s hard to handle it, I am All In.

Now we move from the happiness of having it all in a ball of confusion, embraced my milk

Teats of mama to put us on the lonely road of consternation, possible annihilation with ilk

A mere hundred yards either way you look at it, field goals for three, extra points for none

Championship Football kicked and thrown post to post, offensive line that’s defense’s fun.

Nothing attracts flies like the worms of the Earth’s skin and bones of animated sunlight, US

Oceans and dust of the crust leftover from a Big Bang’s song of lonely-ass freedom to Be done

Loads of the matter turn into the energy flow of your rivers in your mind’s eye Twilight Zone

If and only if you get to the end alive and can look around 360 degrees and see Truth, Zeus!

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 31st, 2020 A.D. *Happy birthday to my grandma XOXO in Jesus’ HANDS, R.I.P. Josephine Lipuma-Alfano 1-31-1909”

{ Jammed this out of thin air this AM with nothing but my grandma’s hands that lifted this baby into the universe’s cosmic dust, #GrandmasHand #LonelyRoad on youTube links @ https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU& @RLBurnside @https://youtu.be/jhKqqYuV9MU }

#Shot above is a #Flashback of my Zen rockwater noise at my retired #Workstation for the @StateOfCaliforniaDeptOfConsumerAffairs!

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Phantasms & #PerfectPussyCats #EyesGotMessedUp #DrinkMuddyWaterToo

WE GET WHAT WE GAVE, IN STYLE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 28, 2020

-------------- #EyesGotMessedUpYo ---------------

Pinch me so I can see if the dream’s real or fake, easy to see when it’s as bright as a dark star

Music fades but filled up to the hilt, where angels fear to go above & below toothpaste tartar

On the divine teeth of the empty ether, simpletons find TheSimpsons to be One, animated

Wanting the horticulture and the civilized tongues of the Word and signals of the favored.

Got a reason to live, got what I gave and I gave it all for the kid, gave my life in a flash of scat

Couldn’t save myself and couldn’t save the world not even a hardass roach or dirty ol’ rat a tat

Not only was the fix in but also the fix was guaranteed by powers that be, not even li’l old me

Awareness of DNA within and the Void of Hercules without the genome, is It all there is, free.

In the left ventricle or the right auricle a pump of living soul moves the beat of the rhythm bit

Reasonable and rational as the smile on my face, worn on my sleeve, my emotional rescue tea

I got exactly what I gave, sometimes nothing, sometimes something or other, I’m double Two

Fear of ending in a thick fog of a 5 freeway soiree, reality is as it happens, Black Mamba’s blue.

Now multiplied stats divide running of the miracle mile for the fortunate sons’ shave lather

Leaving ro eggs and the insemination animation to be out of will power control, say it later

Got to be down on my knees for this dreamer’s disease, it’s not my fault that it’s all there is

Opened eyes and closed mind yet bombarded by the cosmic light stimuli and kool-aid fizz.

You might say ‘Beat It’ but it means nothing unless you’ve got a back-up to enforce in-outfits

Hands clapping, legs dancing, music deep inside me and you, don’t let us have epileptic fits

Keep the faith and the hope that the love will never fall completely apart, just snappin’ fjords

Bottom line’s crackin’ the cover and disappears with Time’s flight in Space skeert passwords.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Janvier 28th, 2020 A.D. Rita Hayworth (1918-87) Natalie Wood (1938-81) Magic 8 Ball drafted @ 2038 hours listenin’ to #DreamersDisease #YouGetWhatYouGive THE NEW RADICAL 激進份子s on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dD6il4cEEfs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EventHorizon #OnTheMindsOfMatter #ForTheLoveOfSuperGods

BUSTED DOWN, CRYIN’, ON BEING A FOOL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 25, 2020

---------------  #BeTheFoo ---------------

You and the city disappeared from the face of Earth, a place in Space cut into ‘holier’ earlobes

Could not hear the natural beauty everywhere in sight, needed two holy ears full of my probes

From the existence of the predators to the demise of the prey, marinating protein-DNA bones

Mincing the meat into the power to move the thing itself, 208 bones of refused essence tones.

On the floor or in the bed, dreaming while you walk about the ground of being is the It, It Is

That is everything that is everything, no free choice in the matter of essence, God’s cosmic tea

What it all comes down to is that you know a little more than nothing, uneducated guessing

I am what I see in the looking glass before falling down an empty, black hole full of blown It.

Inside the stars’ black blanket, a black board of voidness without any soul, Nothing’s matrix

Infinity’s unlike the things themselves here in the finite world, I come and go with cool tricks

Priests and doctors cannot fix the death that breaths your air, looking in through the outcries

My mother, my father, my sisters and brothers, have no faith in Nothing yet, It is all there Is.

Found my teeth still in my mouth, behind my lips’ gnashed microcosmic kiss of atomic fusion

Imagine a speck of you and you are dust in the wind, nowhere to go, nothing to do, just to Be

One with the Many split atoms from solar fission, fusion, an event horizon Singularity creed

Montana to Florida, Spain to China, North Pole to Antarctica and Nome, Dead Dream-Free!

Power and weakness are one and the same feature of the thing itself, particle physics of soul

What It is, nobody knows, blind faith in the high crimes and misdemeanors of house moles

Coming in from the outside of the container, the intent is to mesmerize the psyche’s drunks

Forcing the Super Ego to regurgitate the personality your parents left over, a menudo of funk.

Are you with me now? Stay right there, sit quietly, stop thinking ‘bout yesterday & 2 ‘morrow

Right here and right now in this Presence of Being, This is the Prize for being a concept blow

From benign, vacuumed cosmic dust we come outta nowhere full of nonsense, ad infinitum

One full stop, out of gas, windless, motionless, awareness’ black hole thing, here, now, me!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Janvier 25th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Drafted out of the Void @ 3 AM, it took ‘bout an hour to bleed-out without a link to #SuperIntelligence re-formed Form & Matter @ https://youtu.be/mg7netw1JuM }

 FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StayInsideOfYou #IWantToBeThere #CrusinTogether #JustToSeeHerOneMoreTime #LifeOfThisParty

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TO THE 9’S, ONE NIGHT OF KISSIN’

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 24, 2020

#ToTheNines

Taken aback to First Cause of the First Breath of oxy-hydro-nitroglycerin gas chambered lead

Utter shock and awe following appearances of UFO lights, exploding white, black & blue skies

From sea to sea, moonshine and sunshine waver ‘til the Supernova’s consolidator atonement

Birds don’t fly, fish don’t swim, worms and snakes don’t crawl on The Rock’s demolishment.

Thought bubble drawn above my head for the meaning of the Word, the sound of the Silence

Coming from caves with holy scratches on the walls, where humans hid from a tiger’s stance

Ready to pounce on you before you even knew you were the hunted, to be recycled, Big Schit

A growler or the runs are better than the clogged rivers within the mundane bones of this It.

Words come in and out of my mind, what’s the program that my father left me, it’s forgotten

I think for certain or I wouldn’t be able to compile the thoughts from electronic shock-a-Zulu

A wavelength of cosmic light in ultraviolet essence of the Void, all infrared waves in heaven

Waiting for the Singularity to emerge once the deed is done, go to the light, #NewsAtEleven!

A day after you’ve expired your Time in Space, the rock and the animated bones still revolve

Around in circles about the only thing that matters, the mighty star, the sun, our sun of love

It’s not for the sake of love, not all of it, it’s appears to be an alien experiment, overlord scuff

Unintended consequence of making things multiply like bacteria in agar, overpopulated puff.

Three, two and the One is all I’ve been able to snatch from the jaws of hyper-existence, Fear

It is the only thing that can stop anyone human from diving off of a board or cliff, I’m skeert

Stopping or going make no difference in the long run, the happening will indeed, be It, there

Right in the pocket, in the sweet spot where fear and loathing disintegrate into my long hair.

Cosmic menudo or a grand illusion of the lost minds of philosophers and high priests, OMG

It will play itself out with or without my intent to direct the production, amen & mice overlap

With just a scent of the baited, bacon or cheese or peanut butter attracts the Snap of the Trap

What it is? Until the #BitterEnd, programmed to be #Woke, above & below, I’m #BornFree!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, January 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:04 AM PST

{ Ate an apple from a tree in the danger zone this AM, nothing happened! Drafted listenin’ to #MotownGreatest #soulGods on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ALumPcuOCcQ }

1 + 1 = 2
FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BaFongoo #ImmediateSuspension #YoureOutOfHere #BeTheBlues #EventHorizon @VanAllynBelt

54 GAMES, WON ALL, LOST NONE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 21, 2020

----------------- #PerfectImperfection ------------------

I have picked every winner in every @Superbowl from 1966 to 2019, won’t waste 2020 on me

Not because I want to lose, it’s just because I am betting my ace high full house on it, too high

If I lose, I start paying a mortgage again, if I win, I move to Hawaii, buy a condo on a blue sea

Of course you know that I’m all too human, with a dream that I had all in my own mind’s eye.

Just a moment while I scramble the matter and energy within the shape of the nothing I am

It won’t take very long, energy being a matter of Time in Space, random collisions, a flim flam

Imaginary functions of living for any reason other than to consume & convert x’s & o’s to fun

For no other reason than just because, that’s all of it, no revelation of a prize for being a One.

Amazing PhD’s putting the fear of Zeus back into the empty void of grateful deadhead grads

Masters of a gift to analyze concepts and induce or deduce rational conclusions, viable triads

On being a piece of the whole thing, it appears that’s all there is, it’s all you’ll get in eternity

Nothing personal between you and I and the darkness outside Earth, we’re God, we’re pretty!

Now, we’re goin’ way back to the 1960’s when I was in a high school I hated to be in, flunked

Both junior and senior year spent in summer school brushing up on American and English lit

Amazing that I got A’s in summer schools yet F’s in the regular school year of priestly revere

I graduated summa cum laude and the Nam war took me away, KIA on the battlefield here.

Sneeze and cough your way out of papa’s brand new bag, paper or plastic, wasted eye candy

Old songs from the teeny boppers, the beatniks and hippies and their minions, sung so dandy

Meaning and purpose delayed until the foresight becomes literally the hindsight’s savior king

Nobody knows on Earth can repeat the Super Bowl LIV win, #GameFace, almost a Will thing.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, January 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #SuperIntelligence on a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VL9bpCjazT4 & afterward listenin’ to #CosmicEnergy: Cold Sparks to Black Holes link @ https://youtu.be/0lTbQ4nPFjg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?