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@PABLO_PICASSO 

WHAT’S UP?  Love’s enough,
MORE WORDS TO DIE FOR

I ran out of lies that even gods despise and it’s water beneath your highness’ bridge

Nothing I can do about the river of life’s current or thrust to the seaside sand ridge

It’s exactly like this above & below the twist & shout of silence & bliss, spoiled brat

Impetus to run out of solar energy to burn into a blacker hole than a ghost in a cat.

Take and put it back where it came from, post haste & never forget the owed debt

Speaking language from baby to adult, misdirected & miscomprehended empty set

Adaptive learner from calculus to trigonometry & back to the geometric algebraic cats

Diamonds to space dust, it will spin, it’s learnin’ the Truth without hedging the rats.

Learnin’ that the lies are the good, bad & ugly part about Life On Earth, I’m winning

For now & hope with the grace of the gods, I’ll survive unto the 2050’s mortal sinning

Seriously folks, thoughts remain echoing from Big Bang to the Tiny Peep, mercy gism

Ultraviolet to infrared of the spectrum’s appearances when distorted by crystal prism.

Hay is for horses, I’ll feed them later, I mean “HEY” & it’s a call to legs, not arms, hence

Give it all you’ve got, there’s nothing else that will move you more than common sense

Whisper the lovers name in their ear when you get the chance, it won’t hurt to be nice

You may never get another moment in the future, it’s not your fate but it’s a high price.

More than anyone wants to pay, can’t get it on credit, it’s all pay in advance, straight up

Promise you’ll pay for the wins and the losses since you are both the loser & the winner

Chills up your spine like I spoke your peace that you couldn’t verbalize, linguistical fear

Bills and invoices all paid before they got invoiced, all of Earth’s rhyme & reason’s tear.

Murphy’s Law is written without letters, words or tales form the dark sides of our ol’ kin

If it can go wrong it will go wrong but if there’s a probability that it’ll go right, we itchin’

As if I know that everything depends on my intent & placement of my will, as it happens

Magical occult creating cause and effect of microscopic & macroscopic Joy & Suffering.

When you die, all of us will see the Truth, eyes wide open to rigor mortis, need stuffing

Burial with or without the celebration that we’re all gonna go sometime & some no delay

Pray it ain’t you or me but it’ll be whomever gets the last breath, silent & quiet in a finale

Much like wakin’ up after a dream, Life is your sleep-deceit, die, awaken, immortal King.

Love that never asked for more was the only love I ever gave or took, I was a perfect fool

Still, silence is the best part of the storm, when it’s over there’s nothing left but me & you

Everything else drifts away except your touch, our look into each other’s inner soul Geist

Still inside or outside of the whirl of the planet, eternity is a certainty, grace is my Ghost.

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richard joseph stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Freezember XXX^th, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

#KeepItUpRich ... my daddy used to say that to me... yep, I said #Daddy, that is and was his name, hence, Daddio, I shall keep it up! #NirvanaClosing #OMG #ThisIsWayWorse #LookinUP @Bill_Burr RAWKS! #AskHimBoutHisHAT #DriversUnderstand?

PICASSO CAN HIDE TWO AT ONE

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There’s no reason to become uncivilized to a stranger, asking details about your bank account

On a cold call on the cell phone without any cyber-security cover, you hear what you hear out

Above and beyond the termination of the communication & a report to the FBI, the point moot

There’s the act itself as a violation of integrity, a fool in a cell phone lambda wave from a boot.

In the end, your coverage of the ideocracy prior to retirement engagement came in handy then

Traced the call and secured the transmission location within 4 minutes, the caller is in gold cuffs

Not only is the world a safer place now than it ever was, but the world will also never be all Zen

Complicated mess of chaos in focus for rectifying disorder back to the a priori scent of a woman.

Dream keeps the Life called reality moving right along, a spin & a wobble in elliptical orbit, son

Everything and everyone depends on the sun burning gas, we’re dead without the heated fun

On the one hand, you can’t live without it & on the other hand, you must keep out the rays

As fire burns so does the hot, direct sunlight, all ultraviolet to infrared movin’ 186,000 mi/s/s.

Faster is a tachyon which we all only fathom in theoretical analysis of invisible nothings, as it is

Imagine being dead and gone yet still being aware without a brain or mind that the world exists

What in God’s name would that mean as far as where did life’s Earth forms originate from at all

Is there a pool of subatomic particles somewhere in a Singularity or one dream within another?

Recollect the day after you actually die and rigor mortis is setting in, onto incineration of burial

To ashes and amorphous dust we go but for a while, we believed we were immortal clientele

Here you go, away we all go, memories fade, light fades, you fade, I fade, we all fade to black

Knowledge of a fact is Wisdom, knowledge’s forgone conclusion, no ghost ever comes back.

In a manner of speaking, using logic and reason for the formulation of the argument’s ending

That it’s logical using premises which are assumed to be true and resulting deduce bending

Of the words’ meanings which may be either misused or misunderstood & lead to bad battles

Beating the odds is unlikely to come to fruition, more than likely a loser returns to the rattles.

Hums the songs that the drummers and horn blowers played in harmony ad infinitum, above

Blind faith in the theory that was created from nothing but dead air and fear of death’s dove

It flies in for all of us, many before some of us and not even one before us, newborn too still

High up the hill of Earth, above the fray of the atmospheric plasma, there you are, Jack & Jill!

Ideas come out of nowhere, opened mind allows the subjective predication & presence

In context provided by all who came before the innocent & ignorant, it’s bull’s scat tense

Of course, an alternative is that Life’s but a dream, nothing more nor less than nightmares

Your control over the causes and effects of a random presence is at best, fatal flaw’s tears.

Up and away from the surface where it all comes down to staying alive & dying up in vain

It’s a communication never received on Earth, only astronauts got the message, all insane

Nothing but blackness and white dots in space, blackness and white dots, everywhere 360

No Divine Creator or Buddah or Krishna or Jesus Christ or Muhammed Ali, Nothing to see.

Remain entrenched in the liturgical dilemma about the nature of Life, Death & sexbotics

Tricks happen to those who pay attention to the hand that’s not as quick as the eye antics

Mirrors reflect the image if clear & light but in the darkness it’s all the same look, nothing

The herd is the collection you become nurtured within for the final stage, world frolicking.

If you don’t want to have super fun when the time comes, jump in headfirst, dive off a deck

Do a jackknife or cannonball to make a splash or cut into the surface as a sharp stiletto check

Comin’ up for air after touching the bottom of 11 feet depth, the look of relief merges H2O

Made it with the pool of water again, always a quickie and a repeat, orgasmic ebb and flow.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, Blowvember VIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Tricked the cosmos into this plethora of junk food, hobo wisdom while jammin’ to @kidRock #SugarPieHoneyBunch on youTube https://youtu.be/r95wT3yT83A?si=1TXEeZtYcc0S12CZ }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#MASTERPIECE @TemptationsTHE #ShrimpsOnTheBarbe #LetUsROLL @JimmyPage #MAGIC @AC/DC #RIFFRAFF #ShrimpOnTheBarbie @WARtheBand #TheWorldsAGhetto #TwainsTwang

ANGELS' Haloes FALLEN

SO, WHAt the helle?

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Getting to know you is like trying to recall how I used to be, before I forgot all about my jive

As I recollect the acidic trip, it was on orange sunshine or strawberry double dome, two too

Y’all we all know it could have been purple microdot since the carnival became dead Live

Every damn human being for 24 hours was a cartoon character or I was the cartoon in blue.

Back & forth over seas for a year, it was all it was cracked up to be, downtown harmless lies

Only in a foreign country where every single person had the exact same face or same eyes

Performance enhancing drugs made from the Earth’s plants both natural and mutated blow

Includes the human and the divine, everything everywhere in the Void, all atoms’ holy H2O.

Between flights of innocence to the acceptance of guilt for the actions performed on the LSD

Tripping in 2nd City or a Sound People’s Republic of Seattle or aGolden State Salsa hot or mild

Who cares about the end of Life when you’re never present in the past or the future, just free

To be honorable, honest, rules & regulations follower, good example for the innocent & wild.

Play that quiet soliloquy inside your head that suffices for your acceptance speech in deadpan

I owe it all to my predecessors who allowed me to read & incorporate their Gold & Silver span

From before & after the 10 commandments & Aristotelian & Platonic dialogues via word salad

Teaching the teachers to be A+ students all through the training, becoming a good gal and lad.

Normal is quiet & smooth sailing, like a sailboat on the sea with no gale in sight, just you, me

And the deep ahead, below & above, ice, hot lava, black hole & a divine, unholy of Singularity

Medicine won’t aid the function, only oblivion realized can assuage the Will to Survive in vain

Privilege checked, it’s my honor to be 1st & last, preconception to postmortem, a fool’s reign.

We trained for this, you know & I know what the score is, we’re ahead & the loser is behind it

“To err is human,” divine is being aware of our human nature, limits to flesh & 208 hard bones

Dying is like living, you don’t know what it’s like until you #JustDoIt #AboveSoBelow, all gone

Treasure of silver, gold, diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, rubies in a footlocker of Davey Jones.

Grief exposed as the longing for the presence of One long gone, loved, admired & emulated

Hero as the host of what I’ve come to be from lost to the found, logic & reason exacerbated

Philosophical diatribe notwithstanding, essence preceded existence, yet it’s random precision

Facts of life, you live then you die, between you receive & distribute pain & pleasure into Sin.

Ten commands to not withstand, being good by never being evil, meaning no harm, no foul

Engage from the start & finish with a big bang, as it was in the beginning before the holy soul

Dove of invisible light and power to create something from Nothing, a miraculous suck of God

Alone in a Z28 Camaro place in Space, everywhere all at once, Ra’s race, at One purple hotrod.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 9-2-2025 AD @ 666 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #AintNoJustice by the @Temptations on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/U3z5NKskK60?si=XF8rDn8kNlO8MSkp }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Cars Drive Men Purple Fly High Roadie In the #GardenOfAllah #SheGotARock & #ImGittinSTONED #GoinToCHURCH (ERIC)

Purple Midnight Hippy

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Utter nonsense completely full to the brim of the treatise, logic of logo;
Older than I am and older than I’m ever going to be in this body’s bones;
It’s no problem that I found out I was a mere mortal long before the end; 
Sublime elevation of my conscious Id at One above here and now’s Ego.

Superseding any earlier rules, laws or other commands, all annihilated;
Imagine Space you’re deeply immersed within, further on safe & sound;
No rocket ship of gas you can survive upon, in fact, the Earth ain’t round; 
Chamber of death without O2, pure or mixed, as above, so below dead.

 

There is a decision to be made, phuq up the mind of us all, below above;
Substance communicated in essence, a solipsistic argument foe, all love; 
Common or complex for the sake of us all, we’re the ones to be so many; 
Fear of the innocuous is a learned behavior as being a hero in a tragedy.

Hairline fractures in all four limbs when the impact occurred, I got pain;
Middle way I was, ALA 50 years on 2 continents, I ate fire & I drank rain; 
Worshiped the idols of flesh and stone rock gold for two minutes, I fled; 
Paid the price, paid the tax, it was a matter of drinkin’ the ambrosia red.

Heart & soul, out in the open figuratively and a day after death, literally;
Steel and robber to animate the theft & assimilation of golden calf feed; 
Marge & Homer spawned a few sweet love children, a very good deed;
Abandon all of your stuff you’ve produced from all of the utter chaos.

Ask not to mention sufficient with regard to the remains of the dead quarry; 
Animals and plants once living then dead & gone in the menudo of DNA; 
Drown underwater, collapsed lungs, seized heart, fail to assimilate RNA;
Comes a day when you die that you’ve got to say goodbye, all necessary.

Dream in a dream ad infinitum, it’s what it is, regardless of your take all;
From original perception your insight results with being in a holy freefall; 
Coming out of Space & Time with armor of skin and bone, dust in wind;
Laugh, cry & then die, that’s all folks, let you go now, all me you & I find.

Someday happens to be today, no tomorrow comes without this 1st one; 
Timeline midnight to noon & back to midnight, 24/7/365 point 4, all fun;
In or out of the sun, midnight to noon with no sun at the arctic circle It;
Inside the mind of the punk and genius, it’s all about the bovine scat bit.

If & only if I’m right then it’s impossible that I’d be wrong, tautological;
As if you can admit that it’s true, that I’m right, which I am, nearly 99%; 
Purple hue of midnight to 4:00 AM, annihilate the fools on the 18th tee; 
Persuading incorrigibles that one’s free pass is the only way into a party. 

Never drink, never smoke, never become ill or in dire straits’ far out ilk;
Searched & found what it at takes to succeed at all tasks, mother’s milk;
Freaks & silly fools, friends & soulmates, fill up the spectrum with fluid;
Deepest purple like a fuscia flow head to toe, Time-Space magic, I’m It.

 

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche July 6th 2025 A.D. @ 711 PMPST

@Titleist #Titleist #TigerWoodDrives @ARETHA #PinkCadillac @PointerSisters #HesSoShy #PutYourHandsTogether

UNCERTAINTY IS A PRINCIPLE,

 I THINk hot pink

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Preconceived notion as you were at one, lightning blind thunderstorm shocks to a psyche

If you don’t worry, you may be happy but if you worry, sadness fills azure sky & blue sea

Flirting with the disaster of your eyes seeing darkness in the light, all ears hard of hearing

It’s always the same old story, history repeats itself only because nobody recalls a thing.

How the effects happened as they appear to the observation, the causes are programmed

One or the Many, original sin proposition, as we multiply we’ll live a bit, then we’ll all die

Isolate your muscle memory for maximum efficiency, it’s the brain in a skull in peak tune

Seeing and believing the sights, insights, oversights in tune with the success of The Rune.

Forward or backward, conscious awareness moves ahead until the nervous system freaks

About a chain reaction of eternal pain, it’s what it’s all about, no pain no gain, I got leaks

Ahead and behind where I am, at this point with an entire society's dimwitted holy blokes

Not only it ain't their fault that they’ll be dead eventually but also, mortal ethic’s feckless.

Songs sung, prose and poetry vocalized via the speed of sound and light, into the hot Void

No mistaken thrust in the movement’s blast-off of the burnt-out stardust, Earth ship ahoy

Marking all the places to be recollected when you got the floor, do it quick, it goes away

Death & what comes of it when it is the hot food we eat three times every single weekday.

Hit me with the aces and deuces because I’ve already got a pair of each of them, let’s bawl

I wouldn’t even if I could 'cause I’ve got a big problem with it looks too good to be true

Uncounted cards but odds are no one has a higher full house, I am all in for the long haul

If you don’t fold you’ll be the loser who wonders why you didn’t hit your hunch & fold.

Parts of everything are in separate categories stacked from ground to as high as it goes

Gravitational collapse is inevitable if gravitational force exists, all will return to One dose

Of a being that neither is alive nor will experience death, DOGE is an all too human thing

Government of the people will remain until the revolution brings royalty, “The Sting.”

Free Will and freedom to move from place to place without restriction except property

Private or Public, the singular way to enhance behavior of amoral punks, country & city

Popes don’t bury their bones, they incinerate them, except for heads and finer bones

There’s no doubt about it, blind faith is in the luck of the draw, I hear mighty Bosstones.

Tabulate the holy slicksters who also won’t disrobe appear anti-nude, savior of sinners

Holy innocents belong behind iron bars, to protect them from the forces of loser-winners

We the people, you and I, all of us who disagree about everything political under heaven

Harm heals but never forget who did it, eyes wide open, thrive & you’ll enjoy extinction.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, July 3rd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{Drafted jammin’ to The Mighty, Mighty Bosstones link

@ https://youtu.be/hamEHlNGuIM?si=gtDQuUgRHR4O71GE}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?