#PutYourFootOnTheRock #LetsRoll #RASTAMAN #SixtyFourSquareZone #ThirdPlaneSpace #FourthDimensionTime #Unashamed #Unabashed #LydiaPense #ColdBlood

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UNASHAMED & UNABASHED

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 18, 2019

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Think about it pawns, kings and fortunate sons, we are all kin to hungry cats and hot canines

Now, my friend is bein’ honest whether parents are priests, nuns or inmate dressed to nines

In revolution around the burning, hot star, gaining momentum, a holy, gravity wobble busted

Enchanted, being the third stone from a sun’s quirky nonsense, a One religion of Stardusted.

In numerical-alphabetical order, we’re all on the same page of an Emerald Tablet’s scratchin’

Recollection of conception between four alienated forms of immaculate con-deception, a sin

In love or lust, a mating thing beyond wars’ glass thrones of kings’ fake queens on the blocks

Fired-up water sums up the planet’s groom of it’s #Rockness with no Blue Sea, cool sky rock.

Without a trace left by the ancient trail of smoke in the empty valley of tears, I am, the F-son

The air goes in and it goes out of me, until one day it will end, it’ll be finished for the bleedin’

Heart stops pumping and only gravity and muscle relaxers cause bowel-evac, I’m a heathen

Out of the cave yet hidden in the plain sight of the hunters who starve for the cry and wine.

Who exists as your soul’s accountant, is to know that you are a walkin’ deep-sleep Time flip

Cannot awaken easily since it involves leaving the Earth’s gravitational twirl, God-death grip

Married to the dreamer until death do us part, it ain’t my fault that it is what it is, so just chill

You could but I don’t recommend attempting to explode firearms into my skinless, holy skull.

Name and serial number on your dog tagged jaw, kicked shut by a loving combat boot’s soul

Equations mirror a real life, inequality being the essence of Love itself, eyes watch my steps

On freeways the secluded roofs over ape-UFO modality, Oneness without atomic form of hole

Black Holes, White Dwarves as above, so below a 64-square plexi-glasstop, apes, “Let’s roll!”

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 18th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PDT Samedhi

{ drafted while listenin’ to @LydiaPense & @ColdBlood #WhenImKissinMyLove & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/s_S4rDwVBl0 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JerseyGirls #GoneWithoutAWhimper #PutMeOutOnTheStreetsWithNoShoesOnMyFeet #LoveMyBrownEyedGirl #SnappinYourJeans

HE, SHE, IT, STASH MOTHER’S ILK!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 14, 2019

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Keep ‘em up at ten and two, hands on the wheel and pedal to the metal, dream is side slippin’

Deep into empty pockets where nothing returns, in fact everything turns into nothing, my kin

Sorry to be the carrier stool pigeon for the epic peon-pawn charade, your life, our life blood

Like the magic you feel as you laugh at the comedy and tragedy you understand due to a god.

Shooting balls in hoops, scoring, touching down over the goal, sliding into home, I’m all in

Nevertheless, nobody wants to play the games with me because they hate to lose, I will to win

Since I could think about it, I’ve been knee deep in the struggle for survival, I’m out the shed

In my mind maybe until I was about 50, on the way to the 70’s I defend quickly, light sped.

There is no luck of the draw when the deck is stacked and you have blinded faith in justice

Life and death without the rules given and followed by the minions, unfair yet top shelf ice

Struggle to survive here and now, on this plane of existence when others want your life slice

Just because of their early childhood, they’ve been introduced to the blues by Adam’s slice.

Here is the saga, don’t give me that look either, the one that you give when you think you cool

And that I am not so much, yet we get along like shots of whiskey shootin’ straight one to four

Happy hour and on the way out the door, to the taxi, to the hangover door, home again fools

No choices here, we couldn’t keep my hands at ten and two, hungover, tree’s in my dead face.

Nothing more than the end of the nights and days that weren’t here before you got conceived

On spirits or hallucinogenic weed and fungi and cacti and Earthling sap, a menudo cocktail

One for me and one for you, wait a few moments and the sights and sounds of Earth mutate

Into the hell-bells that come now and then when life gets old enough to shrink and dissipate.

Who you are, what we all are, what this is all about, in love or not, there’s a good or sad story

About whether or not you get what you want when you want it, desire-will, it’s all about me

I’m the One that’ll die when it is time to take my last breath, therefore I live below, as above

I will be precisely where I personally was, rackin’ up the bones on the night-shift puppy-love.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, May 14, 2019 A.D. @ 6:44 PM PST

{ jam to Brothers Osborne #PushinUpDaisies & HITS @ https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0 & Eric Church #SmokeALittleSmoke link @ https://youtu.be/HOFzyA65O7Y & @ChrisStapleton #Millionaire @ https://youtu.be/CaqzeE41XcA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Deep into a #NewYorkStateOfMInd #HappyBirthdayBillyJoelNumber70 #BruceSpringsteen #BillyJoel & #AlexaJoel

WHITE HOLES, RA & MIGHTY THOR

by
Richard Joseph Stephan  · Thursday, May 9th, 2019
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Spread nanoseconds of square feet above and below the planet’s surface, #HolyBlue ball

It’s a matter of black/white notions with no substance of The Form, Essence of #TheWall

You must be insane to be thinking beyond the ethics and morality of the tribes in conflation

It is the government of the germs and the people that is sacrosanct, alternative is extinction.

You’re a tool of the extinction, I am not, I cancel everything I can and delete the trails’ tracks

Into the Singularity I go once again, it’s a stretched out into an inside-out dot, pointed hacks

Hack or not to hack you while you read WORD play of a stranger hidden away in a lion’s den

It’s a MEME of the singularity, the inner core of the Void of your consciousness, an ego’s Id.

Fool me three times to strike out, I swing at anything that looks like it’s comin’ home to me

Tendencies of the animals to be eaten or buried underground with the rest of the dead bones

All movements from alpha to omega abstraction of the first to the last breath, a place in space

Snap your Achilles tendons and feel the downfall, Adam-Eve night, it’s a survival spade, Ace!

You will become identical to what you were before your mother and father conceived you, yea

That is it, written words of promises to return to nowhere, except in the NY state of my mind

Big Guy in the sky, above the moon, above the law of the good, the bad and the ugly, ad-lib it

Awakened, blinded by ultraviolet wavelengths of unburdened neutrinos in deep space’s chit.

OK, OK, OK, it’s failure to launch a boomerang from the angle of the dangle, hammer down

Thor lost the hammer, dropped the armor and helmet, naked ape still, mortally soul flown

#Odin and #Jord bore #Donnar before #Buddah #Krishno #Mao & #Christ, #Mjolnir’s pet

I can’t hold back the origin of the Void, a Singularity all in my mind, billionaires owed debt.

I need to burn leaves wrapped in paper (cigars and cigarettes) I need to find gold lottery wins

Vaping numbers, guessing random retrieval of digital dots, the winning ones, holy addiction

But and also, there’s no reason for the play, the acts on stage, the finales of waling, gnashing

Drunken nerds of grand-folks stuck in this here loop of providence, zip, black hole, Nothing!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

* RåGodt, snap Thor’s tendons, we’ll feel the burn? Run in spades/shoveled Aces in the Ho!

{ ...listenin’ to WAR THE BAND on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RFSWW4O6QNM }

#NEWYAAAAK
W.W.A.R.D.?

#FiddleStix & #MyThoughtsExactly #PrecisionEsotericLogic

U/V BLUE, OLD DAYS, ONE & DONE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 5, 2019

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Just an empty vessel of solid gases from the atmosphere’s exosphere on the perihelion of God

What in the world is out of this world? God is. It is the way of the warrior, weaponized mind

Knowledge and Wisdom of the Good and Evil of the wobbling orbit, the revolution’s scat-free

All that’s left after the light’s gas is used and abused without regard for sharing or humanity.

On the beach waitin’ for the surf to rise above the sandy turf of tuna, skin of the star games

No bench under my arse waitin’ to go into the game, ready to elicit defense of idiotic dames

Looking into and around it, above and below it, fell the distance between atomic infinite suns

Blowing and glowing, it’s all they do, it’s the function of the atomic genome of misery’s funds.

Days blown, nighttime is all that can shown to the players of The End games of the Voidish

What appears to be nothing at all, a vacuum without a trace of the past or the future, a Dish

With or without you and me, it’s here, it’s there and everywhere else in the Cosmic menses

For to be or not to be is NOT THE QUEST of the man’s skin and bones, one cell to corpses.

Compound the delivery of the Word with the Meaning and Intent of the Thought, persuasion

That I’m right and you’re either Left or Wrong but in any case, Not Right and that is all of It

Become one with the idea, the thought of the path to return to the memory of life’s BBQ pit

It’s the food we eat, it’s all dead and it allows our life to extend beyond the thirst’s starvation.

You died, you gave it all, at birth or in a battle or at the end of the line’s accidental ceremony

To honor the pointless life of a man or a woman and invent a meaning without the substance

It is what it is to be alive, to be a human, to be a homo sapiens, to be this guy in this company

The master of light, the arbiter of the orbit’s byte off of the solar system’s jazzy blues’ dance.

Just light ‘em up if you got ‘em and that is all she wrote, we fired up those fags on a match

Smoked ten packs in the carton in a week, first call to nicotine addiction, pitched to catch

In between innings in back of the dugout, we huffed and puffed before singles and homers

At bat to hit the ball out of the park, fast or curved balls got the wood goin’ over to Hooters.

Blessed souls and sentenced bodies and bones to the prison’s prism, miracles all shook up

I got chills from the ice around my head and feet, happy to be alive but I forgot my #SECup

Fast ball right down the pipe, eighty MPH screw ball in the unprotected groin for the money

Dreaming big, woke up in a dream, in shackles, nested in a sticky heart, my A-B-C’s honey!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. #CincoDeMayo 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to #AlbertKingBlues #DoesElvis HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/am0HO6Ijfyw }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

Biggest Black Holes and Cosmic Monsters - Space Discovery Documentary ALittleDittyFromTheHighlandCity OutOfSightHeartsUptight BUSH #LetUsPray PapaFrancisco

 

OUT OF SIGHT, HEART’S UPTIGHT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 4, 2019

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When your lover leaves you for an hour or a month, only one thing worse, being living the D

Body needs to be pleasing to the sensation, the form, the shape of the genie in the bottle cap

Perform an act three times before a finale comes like you are in the chlorophyll, you’re a sap

Babies in bathwater thrown into the rivers of Green and Ganges, flown into the deep blue sea.

Marginal yet sufficient price to pay for the rights, the privileges, to be wrinkle and Zoloft free

Still I am gonna rub the lamp, the bottle or the skin and bone of The Beautiful’s form of glory

Lickin’ lips because all of the liquid phlegm has receded into a Void’s xylem and phloem holes

We are the Human, food at work, in school or retired from a dirty Earth, a secure social club.

Food? No we’re not, nobody is a cannibal left on Earth, but they used to eat us, alien martian

Left the moon up in heaven to remind us that we were not alone, but now we are, all alone

In a locked barn door or behind the shield of misconception, impression to abort mighty sin

Speed of Light faster than Love wants to be, slow it down to embed the feet in the trap, son.

No, you say, yes maybe so, maybe not, it all depends on the Time and Space of what this is

A dream? Of yours, mine or an unknown xy chromosome from the matrix bones all abuzz

Loving it and hating to be without it, the air I breath, the O2 mix, just right to appear, loves

All of the hearts that beat from the conception to the end, fakin’ all of the PC right moves!

At some point, impressions formed in the light even to the blinded ones, all present on day 1

For no reason other than two genomes licked lips, became One from Two, raw without a bun

Price to pay for the next twenty years, repeat it twice, thrice or half dozen more times, spaced

Good, bad or ugly, black aces and eights runnin’ the dozens on the jive-as of a human erased.

by

r j j stephan, i { *header is #DeadMansHand #Tat #ComeOnInYum - #GenieInABottle ? }

c. May 4th, 2019 A.D. #MayTheFourthBeWitchChew #GottaRubItTheRightWayEh

{ drafted while listenin’ to Christina Aguilera ‘yum’ on Genie in a Bottle ... <3 span=""> sayin’ nope on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kIDWgqDBNXA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Validity #Logic #Reason #Nonsense #EverybodyWasKungFuFighting #CloGreen (version)

OFFENSIVE, DEFENSIVE KICKS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 26, 2019

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It’s not goin’ to be popular with the educated elite and the pompous #GooGooDoll blows

But and that is a very big but, someone is the catalyst for the sapiens cave-monkeys to shine

Vaccinated and immunized from the viral infections and bacterial clones, all yours n’ mine

Exact, nearly identical DNA to the first One’s code out of the blackest swirl of crooked rows.

In the caves of Kentucky and down under and over there, it winds up chewed-up eagle spit

Spittin’ image of me, the blow job, makes no sense, pleasure/business, but why, oh puppet

Nobody knows why, first man, first woman, last baby, nobody in between, let us just split

A hole in this world is really just a word in a song, it’s not really true, I’m on a bully pulpit.

I used to fight about being right, now I just know other people haven’t become priveleged yet

To the data byte information available to everyone on Earth, poor, priveleged alike, let’s jet

Anger and disappointment will disappear into thin air within a century, therefore phuq-hit

Keep your eyes on the prize because it’s there until you masticate it into golden grain chit.

Punks from the block’s corners all so old their grandkids hid them away in a new, old place

To house mankind’s wasted, elderly, of sound mind and body or not, out of style, a bitch slap

Upside the head by your mama or your brother ‘cause your papa never showed his holy face

Could have been the butcher or the baker or the policeman but it wasn’t, just a #BangersRap.

So, here and now, I am in the middle of the arrangement someone else set up before I came

Nothing will change things and even if I try, whatever will be will be, it’s a set deal, end game

Hidden, lying eyes and the naive, ignorant eyes all go to the same place’s ends, an emtpy void

I expect the game to end since I’m a player, playin’ and I will be standin’ ready, I am a droid.

No breath or heartbeat, no thoughts or erratic behavior, no logic and reason, such a tragedy

Lately up until the present time, the spin of the philosophy was that of the sceptical comedy

Unshared with my human family although available in the unlit caves of hidden #RiisPark

We looked forever until we found each other, look at us now, up all night, still in the dark.

All of the self defense is useless since there are no threats other than the last breath coming

When it’s gone, that’s it, caput and if there’s something else like the blind faiths suppose

I’ll take my medecine and be glad for everyone who believed in the blind faith, only One

It’s my soul, if there is one inside of this body, this spirit is my own, #WastedTime’s no fun.

by

r j j stephan, i #AskMeNoQuestionsAndIWillTellYouLiesAnyways

c. April 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:20 PM #FourTwenty

{ drafted while listenin’ to the Eagles #VictimOfLove & HITS LIVE Staples Center in 1999 youTube link @ https://youtu.be/IClFtuFlgPw }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HelloSunshine #TheBoss new single, git git!

W.W.A.R.D.?

Last Good Time In Town - @TheEagles

W.W.A.R.D.?

@RunawayJune - #BuyMyOwnDrinks (Live)

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RareEarth #LocomotionCommotionCollision #CollusionDelusion #EaglesLegacy

AGNOSTIC, HOLY, BLUE HOLE, #YO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 23, 2019

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Vegetables and love will not keep you alive without the supplemental vitamin D & E sins

To continue to reproduce the same kind of beings, human genome DNA bleeds origins

Only One to the many, the myriad of central peripherals headed to new kid jungle-lands

Here and now angered into a collusion with the friends of my enemies I never, ever knew.

More than one cloud hovered over the anointed temple but no rain ever came, cubed ice

Rolling the rocks off of the cliff and watching them bounce down below with #NoWayOut

Grounded in a subterranean paradise with the company a holy hermit would die for, twice

Starving and never quenched by swallowing the spit of DNA trusted, It taught me to pout.

Don’t ask your father, he ain’t there, don’t ask your mama, she ain’t there, don’t ever ask me!

Choices you’ve made brought you here and now lookin’ for the end of the line’s sorrow spree

Killed the fear of the anger with pure love and compassion for the ones I shared the air fizz

Everybody, good, bad, ugly, living, dead or yet to be, all DNA collides, It’s ad infinitum bliss.

Bridges built to move on the grounded foundation, above as below incarnated, miniaturized

Time and Space appeared out of nowhere for no reason other than the rationale rationalized

Making the innocent, the unprotected and the weak, feel comfortable inside a mortal head

Peek outside the box to the outer limits of the twilight zone, It is there, revving up the dead.

Beginning at the moment of conception, without a name for the skin and bones, I am still one

Only one way back when the intrusion of the gamete into the Easter egg becomes like me, fun

You asked for it or maybe you didn’t but lost it, out of self control, One moved, of burnt blood

Named after your father, you’re junior or Sonny and I’m not laughin’ used up the good mood.

Magic spell incantation to get me through the darkness of the hallway between here and now

Pleading with myself to wake up and smell the coffee, perked a pot by six, hot-glass fog-glow

Something new or nothing in particular is just a matter of the Cause and Effect of Void bliss

Singularity and an Event Horizon are First Cause and Final Effect, now Yoyo, gimme a kiss!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. April 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the Eagles #SevenBridgesRoad #PeacefulEasyFeeling & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NjofshOBV5s }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#God #Holly #Holy #Hole #Ho #H2 #Fear #Sorrow #Loathing #SacredLove #Bollywood #Hollywood #HolyWorld #BlackHoles #WhiteDwarves

#HolyCowHydrogen

HE AROSE FROM DEAD ANGEL SEX

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 21, 2019

ssssssssssssssssssssss 

No juice for the thirsty and no blood left to flow in veins or streams or rivers to seven seas

What is the Holy gold for the wasted radiation of the lead and plutonium, the suns of fleas

Atomic and nuclear reactions to compression’s gravitational collapse, free-masonic rocks

Queens in need of a temple for worship of the Void’s nothingness, oil, holy underground.

Speed of light is faster than an eye blink, becoming ignorantly enlightened with wisdom

From the future time to the past time in Space’s void matrix, you and I become this One

Think of the thing dreaming before you awaken and then opening your three eyes, widely

To know the Truth of this dream within A Dream is to become alienated from the Hostess.

Neither Cupcakes, Snowballs or Twinkies will kill you if you eat them before you die, DUH!

Murder is nothing but annihilating your own essence of being, your ego and hot rod’s bonfire

What moves the thing you call your body of bones is a manifestation of a singular, divine idea

To lie down flat on your back and drop into an eternal coma, for the good, bad and the uglier.

Alright to eat the C6H12O6 designed into eggs, chicks’ peeps, malted cow milk balls’ plastics

Way to high and dry to become enlightened with the grace left over to my minions & spastics

Ones without parents or significant others, in a military herd of killers who protect Liberty

Slavery of bones that move when ordered, to manipulate thoughts and matter, is AOK I see.

I’m not what you see or who you hear or who you think I was tomorrow, mind bent backward

What I am is a thing, like other things, first I was not here, now I am and one day, I won’t be

That’s all, no angels in heaven, no satanic drones in #Hades or purgatorial purge, no dad, ma

Why didn’t you say it, didn’t want to ruin the trip, so innocent and tender, Oh My God, dear!

Let me get this straight, I won’t see any of the dead I knew in heaven or hell? There is none

Therefore, the purpose for living life here on Earth is an accident of fortune and Void space

Nothing personal to it, no punishment for crimes committed, guilty or innocent, Bliss’ ace

Sorting the Good from the Evil and siding with one or the other, it’s the Way, a winged One.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. April 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Subsequently, a dead man’s tomb, Stone rolled away, be blinded by light, see E=mC2 ! }

*drafted while watchin’ ROFLing, listenin’ to #MontyPythonsHolyGrail on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GDT2YOg8WSQ }

 #NoHolySorrowInTheWorldTomorrow

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HolesInTheWorld #HolesInOurHeads #HolesWithTheGloryOfOneness

OUR LADY, #420 @NotreDame *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 20, 2019

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Puffin’ the atmosphere, Isis, lady of the darkness, deep space, Notre dame eyes’ eagle spirit

Nothing but a void, a mere essence of matter that has not become anything at all, zip, zilch

Out on a limb of the only tree on the rocks of the sea, decisions will be made, I’m all this It

All there is as far as I can tell, there’s nothing more nor less than a holy, archeology gambit.

Tuned up Time travelers cannot come back a minute later than the moment they leave, No!

Once the planet is left, the thing cannot be the same when it returns, astronaut twins mutate

Inside the gravitational force on the surface of an old burned-out star core, we dream it’s US

Yet it is not, it’s a place in space that will annihilate in a New York minute, on a magic bus.

It ain’t my fault at all that I’m here and now and that I won’t be in a random, finite android

Since I’m here and I’ve got the bully pulpit, the silent Truth spills, divulges what it is, All of it

A bit here and a byte there, eventually the apple gets bit, chewed, eaten, swallowed and shat

Not because of any small reason other than a random collision of atomic, microcosmic void.

A privilege or two behind your eyes, lucky to have been here for a microsecond, in this world

Back in the Past and taken to this Present on the way to the immanent Future, Zen egg fried

Solving a mystery which is moderately concerning, that solution will lead to extinction’s fan

That variation of DNA that cracks the secret code is not in a human body, it’s humanity itself.

Modification of your comprehension of this Reality from this day forward is inevitable, ready

Get set and just go when you’re gone, look at it this way, where are your ancestors now lefty?

Even if you don’t swing politically correct, there is a space to occupy in the cosmic egg entity

Easter, Christmas, Life and Death, Oneness of Nirvana is the luck of the Irish in Notre Dame.

by

r j j stephan, i { *HEADER is what your essence looks like from the outside, now #GitGit }

c. April 20, #420, 2019 A.D.

{ *drafted while listenin’ to Eagles IN The Eagle's Den #HoleInTheWorldTonight & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9BQUpPVqlm0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GenomeAndMaybelline #ShipAhoy #TheOJays #MarilynMonroe

GENOME AND MABELLINE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 18, 2019

s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s

 

Why can’t you be true? Oh, you are true, I’m the one who is false but it ain’t all my fault

Everybody’s got a story in the naked city, nobody gets out of this life alive by void default

In particular and in general, the meaning of life is a matter of blind faith, war’s hipsters

Live in health and happiness if you get a choice, do well unto your brothers and sisters.

Full of youth and the evil money of the bones and skulls, beauties clubbed by beasts, mated

Conceived this racket of revolution, cellular mitosis of the culture onto my extinct forehead

On the nature of carryin’ weapons of peace, my hands, arms, knees and feet, a jet in stealth

Extreme force required if and only if the fear of personal death exceeds the fear of my Self.

True, don’t doubt it, if you know what you can do with your opinion’s #WhiteTrash flocks

Up the hill, down on the mountainside in the backwoods or in the middle of the boondocks

That is home, sweet home just like the middle of the concrete and steel in the suburban city

Until the great grandsons and grandnieces of the elite become the stardust’s hot tamale.

Hunger and thirst will get you to the pollution and maggot infested dead meat, you’ll starve

When matter cannot consume itself it withers away into what cosmic dust is able to thrive

Until a gravitational collapse of the Time and Space that the Singularity hides, if & only if

A required condition is that something is dreaming this polkadot, man or alien being’s motif.

On a space ship or a time slip in a worm hole, movement of a thing itself is all you can ‘er see

It’s the cause and effect of the Liberty and absolute Freedom only tigers enjoy, killer of slaves

I’ve got arrows and bows, silent annihilators of my life’s consciousness, shark-like tidal waves

Comin’ here and there on ships, divin’ in and out of undrinkable salt H2O, low on Vitamin C.

As above this plane of the planet’s cracked, salted sand so below it’s surface down to the core

Symbolically inert signs of war and peace, good and evil, genius and idiots, takes one to know

That what I am and what you are is the form of matter, as it evolved from the cosmic score

A random cell of inert matter in the form of hydrogen and oxygen gases collide into a flow.

It ain’t true that that bottle of sleeping pills fell into your mouth, forced you to swallow 50

Dead and gone before the flashing lights and hubbub down in the #Hollyweird silent movie

What was that Elton John sang about in that song, #NormaJean goodbye and buenos noches

Nothing personal, just a good girl in the wrong place available to the leeches’ nasty roaches.

by

r j j stephan, i {*People will rob their own brother! - Cain & Abel ha! }

c. April, 18, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to The O'Jays #Money & #ShipsAhoy & olden HITS ‘bout lettin’ MONEY, ALMIGHTY DOLLARS change you..... don’t let it.....keep on keepin’ on link @ https://youtu.be/Ll3uipTO-4A & a video tribute to Marilyn_Monroe https://youtu.be/mZ-4CeILy90 }

>>>...0...<<<

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

#ViciousTricycle #JackOfAllTrades & #MasterOfNone #GettinOver #AnywayWeCan #NoBackStabbin

XOXOXOXOXOXO

I AIN’T KIDDIN’, IT’S WORM SPERM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 17, 2019

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It took a few years to figure out the Truth about Everything but now I cannot forget about it

Nothing in the stars up there, out there where you look when the Earth spins around in a fit

Pouring your DNA all over the fruit hanging low on the vines of parasites who have no point

Be foolish, ego-lick, run the dozens and have good time in a space you find to smoke a joint.

Burnin’ leaves to change the reality right in front of your eyes, all you hear, smell and taste

Leaves you numb and without any feeling at all, cold and without the blood flow, a lame duck

A mind of unwavering hope to be immortal and never to extinguish the light of God’s haste

Whether many or just One almighty being before our mothers-fathers mated, who GAFF?

In any case, offenses are intended by the wise and crafty who will always win God’s context

It’s not my fault that I have the tools you wish you had but couldn’t handle French pretext

That you would have to live with the germs, the bacteria and you are literally a mere virus

Peaking at the top of the attic below the cathedral roof, a hunchback in 3D for the minions.

Spy? Back to an original sin of tattle-tailing, I’m tellin’ your mama, she’ll tell your fake father

On Holy Week, not Good Monday or Tuesday or even an Advent of Lent’s deep purple feather

Having a heart is not necessary for life to exist on Earth, not here and now now or evermore

Stick a pin in it, the Eagle’s still in flight amongst the golden eggs, azure sky, Zeus’ quasi-ore.

He-men and She-men, She-women and He-women, moving along on the matrix, fertility so?

Doctor orders the genome from the host, doctor is the genome, the donor, dad of hundreds

All look the same, not like the olden days when your friend or brother did the deed also, oh

My God, this is your dream, it’s a nightmare, your child is not your child, it’s the Cisco Kid’s.

Everybody looks like the same ancestor, that guy in the oldest photo you have is NOT the one

Who brought us all down this path of unknown origin and a surprise final ending, lips agape

Do not remind me that my friends and relatives have died, their bones are scorched, god toys

Give me back my bullets now, the logic insults the dumb-asses who listen to the cosmic noise.

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r j j stephan, i - THE header is Spyguysandgals Spyvsspy #SpyVsSpy #PlasticProps -

c. April 17, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #MightyDuo Armstrong & Getty on the One megawatt #Flamethrower Talk 650 KSTE #HideYourProtection }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#InstantaneousKnuckleBalls #HellICantRememberWhereImFrom - @JonothanWinters { after being struck by lightening on the way to the @JohnnyCarson show ROTLMAO }

NOTHING’S IN THE PICTURE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 13, 2019

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DNA is one thing and Nothing is the absence of everything, it ain’t so, atomic anti-matter

No past, present or future timing of the revolutions and orbits’ of souls higher, much holier

Than thou and thine neighbors, crazy mothers of fathers showed the way, basic pullin’ train

Gravitational collapse into the corpses all up and down the scales, played the music insane.

My gas’ mix must be without cosmic dust, it suffocates bronchial tubes’ mitochondrial draw

To breathe in and out the wrong mixture on Earth is akin to breathin’ moon atmosphere raw

That I am here and now is a miracle in itself, the fact that I’m able to elucidate nothing’s face

What I will is what becomes the reality, alive and well in front of my eyes, songs and Grace.

Not as lonely as it appeared at first, the measure of the excitement is the flying of the time

It is merely the paying no attention to the passage of the things that age with Earth spins

It all makes sense in some bizarro world where everybody does something for nothing at all

Dreamin’ of runnin’ around in circles to pretend that Life will mean something, oh, The Fall.

Therefore, assuming that DNA and RNA on Earth are a spontaneous result of the Big Bang

Nothing more or less to say than that, One take away one leaves None, that’s it sweet thang

Shoot a messenger for the e=Mc2 equation, it ain’t my fault that Love’s a sight for sore eyes

It’s the Charm and Quarks that will show the way to the mind over shit-babies wales & cries.

Reflected in the mirror, the glass of the watery surface of cess, are you kiddin’ me loose-lips

We and the UFO aliens who never mix it up with us since they’d be warping the Time slips

If and only if you have been moved by logic and reason to the inescapable ends, dead ones

Symbolic Ends and Means, desperate in fear and loathing, holy souls’ 12-gauge shotguns!

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r j j stephan, I *Header is a DNA strand, what you’re made of if you’re a fool or not!

c. Saturday April 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

* drafted listenin’ to Everlast #Ends & #chit on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MjiMqeD-lrs

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#HerdTheHerd #HeedTheCreed #JustFine #BuyYourOwnDrinks #CutOffTheLights #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

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MY HERD, STUD THE IMMORTALS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 7, 2019

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It seems to be one and done for the examination of the situation’s awareness, to be or not to

Influenced from random birth with COSMIC dust, cellular growth turns DNA into a cool gato

In the pink of the best health the genome could ever hope for, it is down the drain, pink sinks

Ready to get One being to be interested in God’s life-soul’s content, lonely heart’s own drinks.

It’s a thought not a fully fleshed out theory of being, it’s not your premise for your conclusion

It is a meter to measure the growth of your fear of Death, your end of breathing air, it’s a sin

If you never think another thought after the one you’re about to think, that’s fine with ol’ me

Get ready and get set to go from the innocent naivety of belief in a dead god’s hive, honeybee.

I danced by myself and so did you, before we knew the real thing, your conscious love of me

Amazed, heartsick, heartbroken, heavyhearted, ready for the #JackD presence, eyes so glassy

All alone and happy without the doubters, the haters, the relatives of my orphaned self, I see

Utter acceptance of the Truth where than can be no other, God is all in my dead head, Free!

I will what I am not what I’ve been told or read that I am, this isn’t an accidental coincidence

It’s just Thee’s ego, a personality you accepted as your personal scribe, outed-God nonsense

Desires for the way to feel comfort and pleasure, avoiding pain and suffering of a diseased Id

It’s a stance on the ground, wheels or feet moving to and fro, what ya gonna do with this kid?

Dance all by yourself when there’s nobody else left in the empty cave, dank and damp as it is

Darkness without the points of light to remind the spark within, that I am not the Void’s bliss

Come over here by me, put your head on my breast’s ribs, feel my holy bones’ disguise, punk?

Y’all copy my broken code of C.O.D., sister, daughter, mother, thanks, please? F-holy spunk!

It is all it is cracked up to be, a whiff of this gas here and now in the presence. now you have it

All of the things and people and places, all of the nouns predicated into this final purpose skit

Within the Being who experiences the Twilight Zone created out of the Nothingness, be ready

A new dawn will rear Egos with a Super-Egos and replace your Ids with kids, lock-down key.

Studding is more than a thirty second performance, it’s the only way to reproduce the fauna

Plants and animals of every species consume the basis of their being, unhooked my Hodgkin’

That’s all the boys learned how to do in high school’s twilight zone, comin’ & gone in the USA

There’s tons of tombstones’ left in Forever’s star dirt, yo’ eyes are now cut, it’s a pharynx sin!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, April 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Runaway June in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LDQy1zMq5Ec }

* Header’s The Stud of a herd leadin’ the young fillies downstream to new grazing ground!

W.W.A.R.D.?