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TO BE THE GOOD FIRE OR NOT TO BE THE BAD ICE, INFINITE, COLDSOUL OF GOD

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^OM^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

In this quantum field of midsummer-fall dreams, before the deep sleep, original sins

On the back end of easterly south winds, It comes in strong on the nature, being One
At one yet still atoning for knowing Nothing as a single soul would, It just never-ends
Like it or not, this is not your dream to aw-waken from, you're just one in a million, son

Now or later, you're going to be there underground or ash in an urn, but why delay?
To be or not to be was a Shakespearean question for the masses privileged off-spray
They even believe with their reinforced blinded faith, they'll live a bit after they all die
In Cielo-Nirvana without your 208 bones, brain, mind or memory that you're so high.

Awakened and woke up to the facts of life my father handed me, a son to son lowdown
On what it means to be a responsible man when you find that everyone else is a clown
It's not their faults, it's the roll of the dice, the way the ball bounces, cards are dealt
Divided & separated, random game from start to finish, winner takes all, no harm felt.

Nutjob freak-show movin' the furniture from house to house to live among the innocent
Pluto isn't a planet anymore, it's still a cartoon dog from the Mickey Mouse Show stint
Too far from us here in Outerpace, easy to see with distorted lenses, all one star's light
Onto the black hole we're in & on to the nucleotide acid, it's a bare-knuckled fist fight.

For your love and for your money, I'll make it from the teens to the old gangster role
Fabulous and fantastic way to force extinction on the species, chemical interruption
Hearts' bleeding & smashed souls' crushed into the Singularity of a holy Black Hole
It's Divine, the hope of the faithful, the reality of the Void, ain't yo' mama, my son.

What it is, somebody told me and said I'd forget it immediately, smuggler's blues
Little kids driving cars over borders to get NO time in prison, underage bruises
Front & rear of your establishment gives you rights to sell & vacate the premises
Sinking down with the pink, deep down to the essence of the core, life is a ruse.

Do it yourself or hire an expensive pro, you get your money's worth in spades' sky
To write your autobiography or your novel, you must be conceived, be born & died
For the love of money, crude oil & gold, digits on a screen, on pieces of paper inked
Idiotic morons, imbecilic infidels who appear to be apes without hair, all gonna die.

Either become food for you or any other hungry beast who kills living to eat dead
Or else be the best hunter/killer on the range, in the woods or the naked cities head
Function of the calculus and a division of the categories to mark the territory turf
It's the way to control the masses, government is nice but won't allow us to up-surf.

Hay is for horses, dried up grass starved of moisture, it's dead to keep them alive
Burning inside to keep the fire of life movin' the heart & blood, muscles unlucky
Fear and loathing make you suffer but it makes you stronger than you would be
If you are fearless & love even the despicable, you may not survive the hive.

 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER Vth, MMXXIII Anno Domini

{ Career Advisor told me to retire in perpetuity, I acquiesced in Diamonds, drafted this gem jammin' @TheBeachBoys #HITS link @  https://youtu.be/5lP8BZcyoEQ?si=AiHz_Zhui9SnlypD }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EricChurch #SlowHand #PainInTheArse #JimiHendrix #NoPainNoGain #GimmeBackMyBullets #BabyYoureOutOfThyme @BrittanySpears #Signs @Snoop_Dog @Justin_Timberlake @ThePointers

FOUNDED FATHERS, UNGROUNDED SONS, CHICAGOAN TOPGUNS

If & only if… we can see through the façade, the illusionary ruse, son Then you will see the thing itself as it appears right after the body & mind perish, stand accused
Of the innocence of the infants and humanity’s recessive genes of cruel, initiation of extinction
Imperfect as empty Space & Center of the universe, what I am is what I am & soon I’ll be dead.

Martyrs and miracles that save their souls from their bodies’ terminal death march, all smoke
In the self-reflective mirrors all around each one of us, lookin’ outside is the same as lookin’ in
Why you would do that is because y'all hankerin' to feel like an immortal that’s gonna die here
Down on the ground of being, this Mother Earth planet, 3rd rock from the Star, my fathers care.

Knowing that wisdom and the ability to formulate deductive arguments is the whole dirty joke
That you’re an accident or a purposeful legacy of what is no longer alive anywhere in the poke
No pigs, no four or two legged animals, no reptiles or insects, no bacteria & nothing to be viral
Except for commands wrote on sheets of stone, pretend it’s a Moses mosaic, @Ai hello, to Hehl.

All in or all out, the matter and energy concepts get analyzed & deductions remain, all about ‘if’
Conditional upon the assumptions of the premises’ truth, Justice, and the all too humane ways
Deduce this first, would I lie to you? Have I ever lied to you? Wait, I am gonna lie to you now
You are a good human being and you will be rewarded after death with a free ticket to paradise.

Higher than heaven & lower than hell, it’s the joint in the middle of nowhere, kinda of like Earth
Without the H2O liquid that makes up 4/5 of the planet’s mass, the rock would look like the dirt
No mud, just stone rock that follows an orbital magnetic attraction to a flaming photogenic output
If you’re a Singularity, you’ve got the ticket, you’re already gone, already there playin’ the flute.

You know you’re trippin’ when strangers and friends agree that you’re a mean & nasty one
Used to be very nice to me, used to be very mean to you, we completed the yang’s yin, son
Meant to be or not, fortune applies to the steps your takin’ back & forth to the dreamscape
In the bed’s silk sheets, wool blankets to keep the cool & cold blood warm, a leap to escape.

Woke up still dreaming, ain’t wakin’ up anymore, eyes wide open forever & ever, nevermore
Crows and magpies got my attention since I’m what scares them crows, don’t speak, my chore
Just hangin’ there on a wooden cross of timber, like Jesus only already dead & gone, not god
One bunch of bloodless hay inside of the costume humanity left over in a purple BMW hot rod.

Out of the weirdo’s hair and into the jaws of the killer whale, swallowed up in a deep dive Sur
Big it was unless you’re a giant thing, mindless or just a creation with a will to survive, the Big
Where the land has been blasted by salty waves and whittled into the beginning of the Ends
Nowhere but the End to follow the Beginning origin of Air, Water & Rock, it’s a dirty, filthy gig.

Not Pan, the fairy but Peter the giant who towers over nine feet and an inch, too tall to spring
On my father’s grave, I swear that my mother’s grave is right next to his, no room, bell will ring
Underground in a couple of holy, blessed boxes that you had to pay for before they threw dirt
I caught the slung mud, made it into a large chunk of nothing anybody wants, go now, squirt!

Files of the complete show are now deleted and purged from the logs, hard rockin’ on slates
Fools rush into caves to commune with the stalactites & stalagmites, like being on blind dates
With your sister’s best friend, daughter of your father’s brother from the clan of your wife’s kin
Folks know a little and they guess the rest, nothing else you can do about it, just lay back sin.

Imaginary work of the invisible UFO is merely the imaginary phantasm of your mama’s eyes
She saw, she forgot about it & remembered the moment before her sudden death higher lies
Gentle as the light rain on the hot, tin roof makin’ the noise that kept me awake all night long
Honesty is a liar’s way of pretending to be Righteous & Just, as there’s no way, right or wrong.

Dogs growling in your closet but there’s nothing in there, just the growl noise, sounds real dope
I assume the ghost of a canine is caught in the hanger area or atop a shelf full of baseball caps
Listen slowly instead of quickly, let it sink in so that you’ll ne’er forget the holy communion sin
Sorry to have the mortal, original venality of the Free Will, it’s all mine, Undergrounded in vain.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, June XXVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @911 PMPST
{ Fools singin’ as I completed the mission, jammin' to some @Bruce_Springsteen #DevilsAndDust on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bOZzJ3uC_1Q }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

STATE OF THE PHARTS #KickinArseOutTheVenue #DEADHEADED #GoinToChurch @JackDaniels

BRAIN FADES QUICKLY, EVE'S SUICIDE RAP, THE MUSE IS FIERCE

I used to know all of the tramps runnin' round the 'hood before it was a neighborhood

Of men's electric Stratocasters who put their mates through the lonely labor of a brood

From invisible to more than necessary & sufficient justification, if I ain't in, nobody wins

For you and your folks, your related DNA is in every gene pool, it's acid from accidents.

A very long time ago, there a dreaming young & innocent kid lookin' for reality of Me

Long times from the original  plugs in the wall that electrified the stage of star's of He

I know the most that you've never known & I will keep that to myself, inner sanctum

Nobody gets in without me, I get in or nobody does, can you feel me?  Didn't think so.

Now & then, beaten down to the lower end of the echelon of macroscopic, hot funk

Got out of the drag race by beating the hottest wheels on the track, really a slam dunk

Jumped up from the freethrow line and sailed above the rim, hand banged balls down

So many times, so many points counted, rim shot, AC/DC down under, tears of a clown.

Besides the fear and loathing of your face & bones, there's not much else, your memory

It will be forgotten in a hundred years, not in a history book to be read by the not dead

Therefore, I never was here, I never left & I certainly ain't comin' back to thunderstruck

What I came for, to see, to feel & hear the love in Space turn into a mode of don't suck.

There then, again it's Matter in Time & Space that's all there is, we both know gods' truth

Nothing personal for the Christ, the Buddah, the Krishna & the nobody at all in the booth

Ladies, step right on up, the chances are you're in a dream, can't wake up from the room

Dark then light, ultrapurple through infrared, I conquered all this scat, I'm leavin' doom!

Belonging to nobody and noplace is the best you can hope for while smokin' up, it did

Wafting the smoke, like signals from the souls' lost in empty space, exactly love to a Sir

Maybe a knight or a damsel in distress would be the concern of the queen's court of Id

Door slammed but I opened it in a second and everything was still alright, it wasn't her.

She's comin' with or without me, there's no doubt about that, sure as the sunny rays

Invisible but they are the source of the light in the closet, no regrets & nomore todays

Fathers come & ago, mothers have tried their best to stay legit & like a boy who's bad

Rot out your teeth, at the roots, gums and jaw deterioated but you were interred, lad.

Morphing into the thing you didn't want to be, you do, regardless of your gold in a vault

To the parents' gold and silver they've accummulated in memoria of the scent of a Time

It passed into oblivion without a Word from the white-blacks, all of 'em dropped a dime

We're here for a minute & we're all gonna die, bugs to man to dinosaurs, it ain't my fault.

On a clear day when it's hot & the sky's blue without a cloud, that's when you'll awaken

From dawn 'til dusk on that day, you will know the reason why you're alive, heaven sent

People won't comprehend this notion about what I was thinking, God's dam, mortal sin

None of the professors of the genome of humanity is responsible for Life, all accident.

if I have this straight now, there is no god or goddesses other than what y'all imagine

Figments of the dead, old men and women who couldn't stay longer than their Time

In or out of that funky groove that spins in circles, playin' jams we sang on the corner

Psychic and weird, Lord's payback for original sin, 'scroomed' candy in Eden's garden!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, July XIX, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 12:00 HIGH NOON

{ Jammed while *Scrooming ["Screwed & Doomed "- joe getty} & jammin' to @GratfulDead - Crimson White & Indigo (Philadelphia, PA 7/7/89) [Full Concert] @ https://youtu.be/Qi-e0dKczJc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MarsSpirits #LifeOnEuropaIsAnOctopus #YoureGoingDown

 

HUMANITY AND THE RUBY RED LIPS OF ENTRY, INTO THE VOID, THE END
I knew there would be a time when nothing would make sense before I died, come on cuz, yoyo
It's all over, I know the Truth about the final destination of all of y'all, alright, alright, alright lo
It's not for me to say or imply that nobody knows anything, maybe a king or high priestess does
But probably not in fact, hardly a chance in hell below, where we're all gonna go, that's the buzz.

First class seats on board the first flight out of the stratosphere and back again in a day, I embed
Gravity's addiction to Earth's pull, a grave in the ending moment, 100 years & caput, you're dead
Not because you hate life but because that's Life, it's what all the people say, chewin' the hot cud
Shot down in the days of May, when the Earth begins to tilt toward the hot star, sprouting a bud.

Conditional premises lead to rational deductions which in turn lead to commands, to law of man
In order to control the waking hours of the progeny of the poor, the rich and the famous, God ran
Away from Earth, from Earth's solar system, the galaxy and the entire universe, God's collapsing
But why?  Because atoms attract one another and repel one another, in due time's happening.

Scientists blew it & fused it, caused molecular & atmospheric cancer of twilight zone nightmare
Coming to Jesus is to collapse an angelic choir from no place at all here or now into a microdot
Can't see it with naked eyes but an electron microscope makes it all comprehensible, know a lot
Dream is indeed one within another, ad infinitum, no stakes to settle, make mine medium rare.

Being supreme or inferior has nothing to do with the efficacy of abstract thought, ain't no cure
What it does have something to do with is a personal identification with a fake driver's licensure
Mercury to Pluto our sun's matter scattered 360 degrees around it, zillions of pounds of TNT boom
All are out and the story is told and climaxed, human nature remains, high me, tokin' in the room.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, July 22nd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 10:10 PMPST
{  Cracked out of my split brain while listenin' to #TheFiveRootRacesOfMankind on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/uZ6ygwavlHY }
<3 <3 <3

#CaseyAtBat #MAYday #MayDay #OneMay2020 #WordUpsCuz #ColorBlind #ActinTheFoo #NumberNineBongBang @MAYDAY #MAYDAY #GDI

EVIL LIVE, BACKWARD & FORWARD

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 1, 2020

-------------- #Shallowness ---------------

There is no reason in #Wu-Han to doubt me since you’re not hearing this, you’re the minions

It will take y’all either an hour or two minutes to go through the faux original reproductions

Movies that won’t move any more, those are both pictures and memories, we greatfully dead

Not only the men and women, the dogs, cats, snakes and birds Noah got in Antarctica’s bed.

It’s a saga without significance, like the last words of a dead guy or gal, like #WhatTheHeck

Or divine #Form of matter that comes out a burning ball of gas, It expands and It collapses

Created Creator for comfort to edge out the doomsayers, the heroes of us, #AllHandsOnDeck

If you’ve been to the edge of this world, Earth, your town, city, country or continent, ya know!

One thing, you and I don’t actually know anything at all, nobody knows anything for certain

There’s the uncertainty that you’ve got to entertain, as a septic, One that is true to only One

I mean, before I can figure out any type of algebraic equation or geometric 3D calculus, I die

What good was that to come and go without an answer to the question, what da physiques UP?

Glory days of the danm Yankees from the Big Apple are all gone, all we got is the replays @10

But it’s better than just the #Words comin’ out of our #Yaps, it’s a faux pas of evolution, sin

Meaning what happens when you disobey the law is the sin and what you get is the big stick

That’s punishment for the crime of disregarding sacred rules of the road, facts of life’s dick.

All you ever were and always will be is an egg, fertilized to think that you’re a #BigShot, yo

You will find out in the end regardless of your #BlindFaith from the #BrightLights of Chicago

Or Jersey, the NYC Apple or City of Angels, Miami, Seattle or Nome, nobody gets out alive, eh

Nobody gets OUT alive, #Leftists left 3 #Rightists on base, #GamzOver Adam, Eve’s #Today!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi 1er mai 2020 (dans l'année du Seigneur) Anno Domini A.D., @ 11:11 Ante Meridien (AM) Heure normale du Pacifique (PST)

{ Drafted being inundated by the #Minions whereever they came from & listening to the Sounds of the mighty #TowerOfPower CONCERT from #GoldStateOfBeingCalifornia, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LngXJ5kwt84?t=63 }

S icilianphilosophy's coup d'Etat 

#MayDay #DontTellOnSnitches

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TattooTear @CountDracule #RickyLeeJones & #SadGirl @Everlast @RollingStones

#ComeAndGetYourLove #PositedPosts #SlowRoll #BottleOfWineAndAGlass #SpillIt @WARtheBand

COWBOYS TO GIRLS, Y’ALL TOO?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 27, 2019

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All alone in the middle of nowhere, orphaned without family, without friends, on Mars

I don’t mean maybe, I mean you’re actually all alone with no defense, just faster cars

To get to the end of the trip, the final chapter of your linear life, a monster is your soul

Keeping your 208 bones clickin’ and gettin’ the blame for events out of God’s control.

Plants and animals in the gas, the atmosphere of breath, of life on Earth or anywhere

Looking out your eyes and hearing inside your ears, tasting, smelling, touching hairs

Microscopic or macroscopic invisible to the tiny rods and cones under apelike pressure

What is real and what is fake is up to the eyes of the beholder and their professors’ fear.

Afraid that the Truth will set the slaves free from the masters, moves like Jagger’s bawls

One bright day you open up your eyes and see what’s been obvious to everyone but, y’alls

It’s not that your parents didn’t try to express their opinions, you got your program of god

Enshrined in the burned down, crumbled Parochial schools of the popes, here I’m hotrod.

Therefore, I’m here to watch my humble dreams become thin air, to change on/off, in & out

Lights, all electric transmissions cease and desist at my sign, MARK! Flame on, twist, shout

Protons on the thrust from outerspace’s burnt black holes and quasars, got sparks up my ass

Animated with or without you, only I matter in this matter, in this energy, in the matrix’ gas.

I can’t go on much longer without a kiss from your lips and a hug from your hairy legs & arms

Around the corner of the hood, where I hang with my gang’s white rabbit’s feet, lucky charms

Well, La Di Da, they told me when they were jealous of my prowess at humanities or athletics

Their wish from their inheritance of DNA was insufficient to be a cause of perfection, diques!

Don’t fret now youngsters and elders who won’t agree with self-pity of man-eaters, my gods

Tag along with your mind over the whole matter, look at the form, watch it disappear, poof!!

Perk up the water, boil it until it turns back to the gas above and below your jive, cat hot rods

Cream of the crops, homegrown underground, red and black dirt, El Dorado fools gold spoof.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #CowboysToGirls The Intruders on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PFbLzqFaykU }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheBoss #GloryDays #FOReals #Eagles

FIRECHIEFS & CANDYMEN GETGO*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 12, 2019

------------- #HolyScatBatman ------------

Before the day my grandfathers met one another, their children met and hooked Me all up

It would always be ma and pa that I’d hold responsible for all of my actions, eh #SECupp

Maybe I am obligated to accept responsibility for my actions but I don’t honor obligations

What I can and will do is consider if the obligation is necessary and sufficient for my sins.

It is indeed necessary and sufficient that I flow like a river to the mouth where the sea opens

To be swallowed by the All, the Everything there is, now that’s a Hollywood movie for hens

Squawking and backward talking about the cosmic, universal thing itself, tree circles given

When it’s an assumption of perception distortion, it’s 99% chance to be, 1% chance to sin.

Consider the young lad who closed his mind after the conscious self realized it’s presence

On the path to the end in perpetuity, dreams escape the vault kept unlocked by the dense

Pretending that it’s all just a game with a start and finish with no concern for soul food

Only the fingers and bones can move the genome, if not the mind, if not me, then who?

On an invisible yet exhilarating swing, I exaggerate my enthusiasm with punks, all humane

From my ‘hood to yours, some ran away and some just stayed put in the jelly of blue bloods

Crips in solo flight lookin’ for who is disrespectin’ their mamas, got no papas, all love child’s

Millionaire world of sports is all theirs, inherited from the indentured servitude of The Man.

If you’ve felt the heat of Fire and the frozen gold n’ silver of holy water streams, you’d know it

It burns the skin to the bone that will never melt until the world returns to the Supernova fit

When the atoms get frisky and invade one another’s nuclei for the sake of the cosmic, diviner

Blessed all of this because it’s the effect of the First Cause, it’s all my fault, I’m the old sleeper.

I am dreaming that I’m awake right now, right here on this cyber-paper, enter/delete matrix

Came alive back in ‘51 and stroked the hands of Time in this empty Space, liked it not, I did it

Animated since the climax, the orgasmic planting of the origin’s seed, ma and pa, we got a fix

Traveled from nowhere outside of this huge, dead star, Earth mother no longer on fire, shyte!

by

r j j stephan, i *Header is an Alaska Airlines - Sacramento Int'l Airport (SMF) shot I took off of an Alaskan Royal Princess Cruise last month!

c. ROCKTOBER 12th, 2019 AD @ 8:00 AM straight-up #BlackJackDanielsWhiskey #SHOTS

{ Con out of Time, drafted to #TheWeight remixed The Dodo T.H.E. Band & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/-Jy6P9TltXQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatIsTheProblem #TrippinOnYourVibe #TheStruggleToSurvive #ApemanLove

 DARWIN DEATH, SHIP IT, CAPUT!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, August 5, 2019

--#StraightUpScaredToReincarnate #CrossTheTracks--
ssssssREINCARNATEDsssss
----------------

So very HIGH, happy to have arrived from where I’ve been, way out there in deep outer space

That is all I’ve got to say, the First Cause and the effect of my ego, my personality, a holy face

To wind up the energy, the gas and the smoke of the matter and the dirty water in the hoods

Where I came from, jugulars came to be in the middle of winter, funky, ice conception brood.

Have-nots who were of the mamas who were also babies, shoved by the older brothers of Eve

Your personal time is comin’ whether you like it or not to face your leaving the Earth, a Void

Centered, finish what you will by sheer desire, enter the end of alpha through omega struggle

Backward, upside down and inside out, no other way to get anything done, cool star trouble!

In the format of the formula for the mixing of the microorganism’s verve, gangster white cells

Gettin’ ready to rid the neighborhood of the ones who won’t cooperate with the boss of y’alls

On the streets, sleepin’ in your garages on a roach infested couch, crappin’ in hood yards, dog

No they’re people straight up, givin’ you literally a mcdonalld fecal trip, a gropin’ welfare god.

Right there on your front lawn, ugly americano born n’ raised for the welfare roll, comin’ in

Whether you’re ready or not, lighten up on your prejudice and allow the miscreants to begin

Revolution of takin’ necessary moves to go in the RIGHT direction, WORK JOB or yo’ mamas

Change is what the idiots and morons of the being alive for no human errors in too hot ovens.

Thought it was a dog but it was just a nasty and brick layin’ burger-pharted turd, left deposit

No return with a sneeze or a cough, just a take over of what’s never going to be anything at all

Come in here to my four cornered ceiling and floor, get on this slip stream on the current chit

If and only if you get close to my heart’s attack, you’re good as gone, yo’ purple heart clothes!

This is the lead part of the gold, it burns and it transforms the thing itself from gas to matter

And liquid and you and me, our ancestors and descendants, brothers and sisters, tiny critters

From cells of amoeba and paramecium to the end of Earth’s bubble of gas, it’s a trip you fool

Hard liquor and hard lives go hand in hand, Id-minds gang bangin’ DOPE ‘struggling school.

White and black, brown and yellow and red, skins of different species of man, prejudice girls

Make the boys be that way to so that the favors are granted after runnin’ hard, work and play

Chillin’ and maintaining the useless dads and muchachos who run the ways and means curls

Feeding babies who make more babies, so ignorant and stupid, hippy lie, extinction’s Today?

by {#IAintYoHomey}

r j j stephan, i

c. August 5th, 2019 A.D. a moment in time @ 4:44 AM PST #LUNDI

{ DRAFTED to the RAP of AlexanderKing #MomentInTime & HITS off of #Reincarnated CD link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/DBmae72UtR8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Svengali #Robespierre & #MA

ADD, DIVIDE, SUBTRACT & SOLVE *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 30, 2019

--------------DIVIDED BY TWO--------------

All I ever wanted was to complete the mission and retire to the resting place below the rocks

Who in the infinite dream of Zeus knew? Nobody here and now or they won’t tell all of us

Y’all aren’t the only ones that are sorry about what you’re not responsible for, lay me down

It’s about all you know for certain, it’s gonna happen to gringos and amigos, it’ll all be blown.

Dance a moment or two in the liberty of being alone, infinitely free of a blue moon hide-out

From an enlightening, awesome come to Jesus’ group or Buddah’s empty, silk pillow doubt

Pills to swallow for the movement of blood through holy arteries and veins, straight-up barn

Deeper than the words can dig and cut, a slice invisible to the gravity below, pullin’ God darn.

Got down from Maine to California, Washington to Florida and it’s all the same, I’ll get to it

This and that there spent gold and silver for the life blood of the ground, Texas Tea, all for me

Just because I am the strongest is the only reason why I survived Existence’s exam for a PhD

Ugly americana wanted to absorb my 208 bones in this dog eat dog world, so I ate Word, see?

In every way I can think of, causes and effects happen to the best of us and the worst of us too

The scoop on the whole shebang is a deep subject, it has an answer you may not want to blow

Through your ears to hear it, into your eyes to see it, it’s aromatic, OMG good taste in sounds

Hearin’ rocks roll down the middle road with me, sounds like a record of my jokers rebounds.

If you don’t give me everything that I decide that I want then I call you what you are, #Racist!

A pollywog type of human, started as a baby and accepted the magic spell as reality of a blitz

Kiss down to this and that until you just cannot pucker up even one more time, lips smacked

Feelings, emotional rescue on a back burner, don’t care, it’s the End, the deck’s been stacked.

I learned to serve the mathematical tables with due respect, I needed to count ones and twos

Until the final quotient, the last kiss I needed to complete the mission to break a spell, Blues

From alpha to omega I’m stuck in the middle somewhere near the phibetacappa or gamma

For certain, for soothe I say for the last time, It ain’t my fault, blame the party on God & Ma!

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r j j stephan, i *cartoon’s signification: Bring the #TrojanHorse on in for maintenance!”

c. July 30th, 2019 A.D. Tuesday @ 1:11 AM PST

{ #Inagoddadavida Hey now, where’s my #SlipShot #KISS? Got no sleep but I’m strong playin’ the Drew Zingg youTube mix, no mistake! link @ https://youtu.be/YohFkkJDw1A }

W.W.A.R.D.?

@BrooksAndDunne #EyeBelieve @SherylCrow @JoeWalsh #PathOnTheRedDirtRoad #BackAndForthToTheTasteeFreeze

POWERPLAY FOR SCRUPLES’ CHIT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 23, 2019

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A moment before Time began here in this place in deep Space, anointed ones wear a ring

Perfectly the absolute, whole shebang of every atom in the universe, First Cause is Nothing

A final question of consequence is What is This First Cause? Up and away, mother’s got laid

In a hole, in this world open wide gash, since anointment as a dot of Singularity, a fake fade.

Get it straight, there’s no doubt that there’s a reason for being alive besides being Earth dust

Your mothers and fathers, by physical or general orphan enculturation, at random DNA fuss

Have become the First and only Cause we’ll ever have of this skin and these bones of matter

Knowledge is Power if you didn’t already know it, that is the Wisdom of the ancient masters.

In a deep or shallow waste of my Time in this Space, drippin’ lined scars down my two faces

I’ve got one for you and one for me alone, when nobody else is paying attention, it all erases

Left behind in the collective memory, historical and fictional, blind faith in Tim being wasted

I told you so like you told me so, everything important is all in your mind, rips are all pasted.

Fabrics are like that, ripped to be sewn back together again, like a desperado Raggedy Andy

Or any doll or dummy of any apoplectic personality can become a doctor or president or me

It’s not a matter and form that can be anything other than mortal, conceived to be unboxed

Allowed to put two and two together in mathematical addition, conditionally equal, deluxe.

Shaped up because I finally got aboard and shipped out with my port call, suddenly I was It

No longer the object of another, no domestic or foreign policies, subjectively lions are in a pit

Waitin’ for a metaphorical Nothing of sixteen pieces, king, queen, bishop, knight, rook forces

Eight pawns directed a strike with force without allowing exchange, Joe Walsh rock scorches.

Flippin’ you on your side is important if you need to stop your bones from the pressure grave

If your ass muscle, gluteus maximus being It can move you to orgasmic punchin’ a holy wave

Just sayin a Word, without a need or went to survive the ordeal with this here Skippy cake

#Hooty or #Blowfish all up in yo’ Lamatra expansion, “Everything is Nothing, a news’ fake.’

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r j j stephan, I

c. June 23, 2019 A.D. Sunday @ 1:11 AM PST

{ #AdviceAndConsent #Special & #General in fact, #WhenTheGeneralsTalk ...you better listen to them #POTUS, my friend, drafted this ditty while listenin’ to Sheryl Crow & Joe Walsh #StillTheGoodOldDays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AqFD2ja-9Fs }

W.W.A.R.D.?