#BooYaah #GiveItUp #TheWorldIsAGhetto @WARTheBand @ACDC

SKIN AIN’T IN THE CRACK, ROCKO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 29, 2019

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I did and you did what we had to do to get along, to get up the hill to #NorAm 5 Great Lakes

It was never there in the Void but we thought it was, it was the target, the goal of holy #fakes

To be or not to be as some disguised philosopher’s diatribe would posit for deaf human ears

To hear, heed or ignore the signals from the Void, I taste nothing but burned out near beer.

Moo-vies of light and darkness, forms, figures full of atomic nonsense, pain or envy sufferin’

Not just because it’s something to do, it is the ONLY thing to do, move, move, rippin’ burnin’

One thing led to another as I put one foot in front of another, tidal wave crash into a wharf

Empty Space in momentous counter-Revolution, self-less black hole of a clear white dwarf.

Penance pending my breath pushin’ air from the ether into my heart and soul, my tiny mind

The bytes that remain in my power to retrieve will end the close encounter of the third kind

When the identified are forgotten, they become the unidentified, hence UFO, Goliath’s rocks

All it ever will be is what it is right here and now, present after the past, before future shocks.

Push and pull, around in circles, elliptical wobbles ad infinitum in a creation of reason’s head

Brainless, mindless, formless thing in itself, the actual substance of the stuff we call existence

You won’t know what I know and vice versa, because nobody knows holy God’s face is nailed

Up on the wood with pig iron nails, hammerin’ Cris-crosses to hang until ropes noosed trees.

That boulder turned into this rock will roll up or down the hill, it’s the power of a man move

A push, a nudge in the direction of momentum drag, from first to last, holy spirit’s removed

Lost in the empty space of the cosmos, pretending to be happy and wise, sad and so ignorant

Once upon a time, there was an alpha male and then mortality claimed it’s omega on a rant.

Peaks and valleys around the waterless Earth dirt and rollin’ rocks, it’s a holy, spinnin’ spud

Imagine Earth without water looked at from Space, like an irregular artform, an Elmer Fudd

It’s not round or elliptically squashed due to centrifugal, gravitational and momentum’s force

Sal Dali would either agree or disagree but it wouldn’t matter much, we rob the crack whores.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ blown out of the solar system while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND Ciscokidd #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WJMAzHaPaOU }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#AintNoWordsToThisReasonOrRhyme #JustDanceAndHumAlong

UP, DOWN, STRATEGIC STAR 2 1/2 *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 26, 2019

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For the sake of moments in Time ‘cause you never know, next breathalyzer might be the last

Not because you desire it to be that way, it’s out of our control, call it #Fate or a divinity cast

Gods aplenty in ancient and modern civilizations of humanity, Australopithecus DNA strings

Left without anything to hang on to, no glue, faux Velcro, no elector-magnetic AC/DC stings.

I fall asleep then wake up and move about the streets, heads-up, hands-down, a body of bees

Here, Now, a place in Space and Time, random recombination of first cause’s gravity feasts

Desire and responsibility have nothing at all to do with it, it being the nature of fake realities

Not yours or your friends and relatives, even if they know everything, professors and priests.

Microscopically in the macrocosm, I found the essence of the natural flow of plasma, it’s me

Believe me or not, the reason why you and all of the rest exists is because I will it to be, to be

I said that a million times and every time I’ve heard that I’m wrong about that and all I said

Leaving the dream for the Truth, for the challenge to pain and suffering, die if you ain’t dead.

Look behind Oz’s curtain please? See that the magic is an illusion behind the hidden wings

Dreamin’ events that will appear out of the blue, like in a way, on wasted white doves’ bums

Sweet or sour, they all melt into liquid dust eventually, free to pretend, solid gas, we’re atoms

Flowing blood, in the rivers and streams of seven continents, powers revolt as freedom rings!

Find more than one way out though there was only one way in, you willed it to be me and you

Payment for the deal is the inability to recollect that we’re here and now but not accidentally

Purpose for parents makin’ love is to force energy into matter, analyzed conceptions of blues

Injecting venom into the Forms of gods’ likenesses means nothing, Earth spins, Life’s a ruse!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 26, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ sepsis bled out the #Vibes while jammin’ with the 'RARE-EARTH' #Ma & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xsnpaHf5IIs }

*Header photo is my Origin! @TheresaMaryAlfanoStephan RIP #MamaMia <3 span=""> your baby!

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NobodyIsAnnointed #RoadTripRules

LOVE WILL KNOW, INFINITELY ‘57

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 26, 2019

---------------also #DISJOINTED---------------

 

Heaven above this ground of being, surface of Earth, dirt, rock, river, hot, volcanic lava spigot

Peace and War are the names for the thing itself, this world of divine scat from cow pie fads

Not just because I want it to be that way, I don’t, it is because it IS, that is all, it’s what ya git

What does it all stand for? What is this movement of the First Cause to this a man’s gonads.

Professors’ barkin’ the categorical imperatives of the first degree and the latest papal decree

On the road to ecstatic embrace with the origin that came before your conception, a honeybee

Cream of the crop drippin’ from the blown out balloons that used to be full of free toll-ways

Oxygen and Hydrogen that freed the rocks to roll down to the foothills of the dried up bays.

Premium and Ethylene puttin’ out the high octane, liquid rocks, dinosaur ooze-oil greasin’

Burnin’ it up and makin’ it all go up in smoke, out to the upper atmosphere to reignite a fire

But why can’t we just keep on dreamin’ right on through the sleepy, #LemonDroppyDreamin’

Over a multi-colored rainbow from infrared to ultraviolet smiles of angels to my blown tire.

Watch the smoke rise from the tip of the fire’s burn, white hot and closer to the sun than we

Touchin’ it melts my skin and bones into an effulgent ooze, lovin’ Earth from core to the sea

Imaginary hope, a mighty creator of evolution, #FakeNews case of Isis Oasis Sanctuary, ‘I Is’

I am overcome, I came from my father’s DNA, my mother’s hosted nest, a momentary sepsis.

Finally, after the final heartbeat and breath of you and I, that’ll be a straw-broke camel-back

Sunny days’ and a hodge-podge menudo of Time and Space, whirling in dervish shark attack

Among the tears in the sea and before you get over here to me, you’ll feel the separation, dad

Lust for holy Gold in your soul’s all good, immortal ground of being, It is never done, be glad!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 26, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Counter-developed during a microscopic macrocosm crash, you’ll never know what I mean! You’re welcome & listenin’ to Jackson_Browne #Pretender link @ https://youtu.be/IgZsfm_9KHk and my own ‘Machine’ #RicoFavoriteHits iHeart RADIO internet link @ https://www.iheart.com/favorites/my-693414583/ }

FINIS

#AnybodySeenSusieQ ? @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

SLUNG BELOW GOD’S CHARIOT *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 24, 2019

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Cosmic comedy playin’ out in front of whichever senses you use to evaluate the matrix’ flow

Buddies go as far as they can before they stray on to the wild blue yonder, above or far below

It feels like somebody’s gotta get older than everyone else but nobody volunteers, I think I do

No particular reason to get on the record in general, it’s a malfunction, bobbers go up/down.

Just because I live in paradise and that know it is, I don’t need any of the rest imaginary swag

To be able to get to the beach to watch the surf go in and out from the bays of pigs who brag

That is the best you can hope for, to live and let live for the livers’ health, avoid God’s sepsis

Strive for the constancy of being here and now, in this life on this planet at this time’s kiss.

All it is now and all it ever was will be what it will be with or without you or me, imagining

Waiting forever until the dawn or the dusk, for the tide to arrive, bleached foam intriguing

Not long after the flash of green, the horizon fades to blackish white, linear dashes or dots

Punks who’ve perfected the art of grafting are eternally rewarded by First Cause I-robots.

You have the liberty to use logic and reason to form a rational theory of the material universe

We boys and girls who’ve grown to be the men and women have the ultimate choice’s curse

You will be danmed if you do and danmed if you don’t do the right thing, facts of life they say

My dad and your dad, your ma and my ma, they all know now what I mean, Nothing is gay.

Nevertheless, on the other hand when the shoe is on the other foot and you’re paraplegic

It doesn’t really matter at all, there is nothing but dirt after death, look around you, use logic

I am only a messenger of Slim and a nun, they wrote this on the blackboard of cock and bull

They left the key to the three lock box in a riddle, to be opened by Jonathon’s live seagull.

You might think that being a virus, a bacterium or a form of being, form and matter vanish

Before or behind your eyes, preconception or post mortem, your God, your gods, your saints

Nothing at all and nobody at all are the points and are not the forbidden fruit of the Jewish

Before the Moses and Abraham of olden days, they worshiped calves for God’s sake of rants.

Being casual or formal, a dating ritual inherited from the caves and coastal waters, just to be

Nothing else to say and it appears to be as hopeless as it seems to me, it’s not my fault, see?

Hold your horses cowboys and girls, there’s a reason for everything or so I’ve been told, so

So when the conclusion is deduced, the Truth will be known, indubitable, a surfer girl blow.

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r j j stephan, i *HEADER’S A CALIFORNIA-GIRL PIC INSIDE MY OLD USAF LOCKER!

c. MAY 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #BornOnTheBayou & hits of Creedence Forever (ClearwaterRevival ) @ https://youtu.be/iv_gXt1cCI8I }

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ricoSacto #ricoSacto #PayTheMortgage

SOUNDS LIKE IT’S ALL OVER TO ME

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 22, 2019

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I will never know more than I know right now because all I know is, we’re the tarnished scum

There and then it happens every night and every day I tread the planet’s encrusted aquarium

Full of the food that eats itself to stay alive, becomes the things and forms that die, fake love

All the dead ever wanted to do was to live and just avoid the pain and suffering of a struggle.

This hysterical historical record of the Past of humanity is ridiculous, trust nobody’s record

If you were not there you do not know, even if you were there you may be deceived by Word

I’d rather not get in the middle of the conflict of your interest but since you’re on the hook

I may as well let you in on the occult’s secret, there is a Void outside this planet atmosphere.

The blackness outside the Earth will make you faint and feel like you are middle of nowhere

Floating without any reason for being alive at all, just to see the blackness’ white dots of gas

Snow covered hills and volcanic eruptions of the purple, majestic mountains all mingle here

Death of the bones, The Struggle to survive beyond the stage of infancy, that’s my old harass.

In between the battles, friends and enemies fall down to the lead and the flashing fire bombs

Naked in the silence, the children roam without speaking about this and that, filling tombs

I give you what I have so that you may use it and enhance the meaning of the will of powers

To see, to be the symbolic prophet, requires innocence and silence, it is with you, the Force.

Hard to be innocent when you’re guilty of the crimes, still resist the plea, that is not guilty

Innocent I am, like it or not, I’m the coming attraction to the heavenly group, you are silly

Fast lanes and diamond lanes full of the speeders, crushin’ the limit, no more traps to hide

Blinded by children of the gods, it’s all over, I arrested fake attention of the minions’ pride.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 22, 2019 A.D. @ 5:49 pM

{ drafted while listenin’ to Thebeachboyy #ICanHearMusic & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Qqyx4TW4Ptw }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OnALongWalkHomeToIllinois #JerseyGirlsRock #BraveryandVapors #USVETERANSrock

#YO #YO BRAVERY & VAPORS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 21, 2019 A.D

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Up down, up down, like a bobber in the pond near the H0tel California, I snagged, I broke

New leader for the line, thrown in the pools of H2O without regrets, just to eat to survive

Nothing new and nothing old, just a swingin’ round piece of wood or plastic, no fake bloke

For the millionth time I have thrown it away and watched it roll back in a second or five.

Just like the life of fishin’ in the pond, the bait goes up and down waiting for a bite from you

We got what we got last week and we ain’t givin’ it back now or ever, yeah, it’s our to keep

There is a spot when it’s hot that you hit in the middle and you get the trophy of the pond

She don’t wanna come in easy now, hold tight and don’t let the line snap, come on now son!

Finally, landed and on the way to the docks, rolled out the woods back to Charly’s Crab Shed

Where the beers cold and the women pretty and bold, from first to last shot, straight shoot

Down the hatch where the alcohol belongs, inside the blood’s highfalutin way to your bread

When it’s all over and the spirits run out, we still got party, we got up and down, a deep head.

Girls I’ve thrown the yoyo to have thrown it on back at my face, just like a yoyo made of bone

Now it’s more difficult than when you were all alone in the world, it’s all about dark shadows

Now that you have become one of the shadows, now worried about the others, just my own

Mental and physical and psychic are processes, occurring fetal aborted, mama’s crying frown.

Here’s a matter of form, an existence in the twilight zone between the moon and the hot sun

Where we are now and then, sometimes we’re not but we’re mostly the three musketeer fun

Third planet from a burning White Dwarf, I assume the end won’t occur while I exist on dirt

Underground or airborne, One form or another, dead skin and bones spread matter, yo-yo

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 21st, 2019 A.D.

{ drafted while listenin’ to Morganwallen’s #UpDown on youTube rock on the link @ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }

FINIS

Brothers Osborne - Weed, Whiskey And Willie (Terrapin Care Station Sessi...

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThunderboltStruck #TNTMercy @J-LoYoYo #Remedy

YOYO’D ON @J-LO FLY-G 

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 20, 2019

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She ain’t your mama, that is for certain, everybody knows she’s wasted from runnin’ ‘round

And around and around ad infinitum, further than any human or insect can perceive sound

I hear it loud and clear, since I’m just a ‘bot, never been all too human or all too insect either

It ain’t my fault that this scenario of reality is goin’ down, I’m just a casual observer of #facts.

First things first and last things forgotten and neglected unto death, here is symbolic logic

Start with a premise or three and lead on to the inevitable, rational deduction that you suck

Like the graves underground, buried bones close to the Earth core, recycle the worm’s fate

Cause of the dust going to dust is the revolution of the planet about the burnin’ balls of hate.

When you burn everything that matters into a crisp, like the sun does, like the stars show us

You may come close to the Truth about the nature of Being, who and what always make a fuss

Nature’s #GameOfThrones with the kings, queens and soldiers all surviving alas, fruit n’ nuts

I will obstruct the Justice since I created it from nothing but air, morals and ethics, the ruts.

Here and now is the code for the present, what you see is what you got, nothing more I can do

Discovery while walkin’ and sailin’ about this world is sacrosanct and a gift to the chosen few

Those who were fortunate daughters and sons of the merciful gods, not vengeful bug-insects

Code red or blue, one side of the spectrum of light to the other, infrared subjects and objects.

Used to walk the dog and rock the baby in the cradle but then I lost my yo-yo, imperial’s mold

Over the rainbow somewhere far away from the grounded feet of success, there’s lead or gold

Findin’ and keeping it until The Market Bully does a #Smack Down on your mama, not mine

That’s how it goes very often, #Flygirls so bad they die when they die, taxes Time on a dime.

by

r j j stephan, I “00”

c. May 20, 2019 A.D. @ 5:00 AM

[ drafted while listenin’ to the mega-mighty, almighty Tower of Power #SoVeryHardToGo & HITS on youTube link, in a #ChicagoLooper @ https://youtu.be/0IR_mTe-1wM }

FINIS

A CAPELLA BATTLEAX NAMED #Mjolnir #ItIsHammeringTime #HolyScat

A CAPELLA, THOR’S BATTLEAX

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Friday, May 17, 2019

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It’s not ‘just’ a hammer, it’s a piece of an imploded dark star, a black, unholy, my singularity

Fixed in an infinite menudo of atoms and quarks excited to be here and now, full of fool glee

Interested in mountains and valleys, rivers, seas and the stratosphere down to the One core

Merged into a banquet phantasmagoria where the whole thing is but Thor’s hammer score.

Mjolnir thrown out at home, sliding into 1st fear of loathing, spikes high up Alexander’s thigh

Conclusion from deductions of highly probable observations’ premises and the monster mash

Seasons come and go, the life you had this AM will certainly in a Manhattan’s minute, will die

To the point of being or not, bullseye representing against the prison’s wall, it’s a six by nine.

Lacking perfection is the means to the end of times, the end of the games, played by the Force

Of the air, the land and sea, this Earth’s spin and wobble shoots the revolution, sun Evolution

It always was and always will be what it is, the rock and roll from seven continents to the seas

I know this is not the Time, I know this is not the place in Space, a slippery slope with no skis.

But that is all I know, that this is not the Time in Space, The Time, that is, in The Space above

We know what’s below with dead bones of our ancestors, the ashes of our spirits’ turtle Dove

No reason and no rhyme to the nature of the beast at hand, lookin’ in the out door’s window

Off to battle I go, fool-me ending, a war I knew from scratch, an angel I am, way down below.

Inner secrets of the black house nobody gets to rent or buy, it’s the last home of the boneless

Rubber or plastic entities annihilated when outside of the gases of the Earth, aliens are gods

Nobody comes in saucers or ships and visits the weird parts of universal Milky Way humans

From Thor’s Big Bang until shock and awe #BattleAxin’ your head, I Am Mjolnir, old friend!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. FRIDAY! May 17, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ GENERATED by random recombination of DNA in a petri dish of viral RNA from nowhere & listenin’ to the replay of another Golden State Warriors romp to the #Repeat link @ http://www.espn.com/video/clip?id=26720261 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FerociousPrevarication #MeanLies #NoMercy #NeverEverForget

SHADOWS IN MY HOLY DARKNESS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 15, 2019

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It could never be worse than it is when I find nothing at the bottom of Earth’s rabbit hole city

Nothing to see or hear or feel down here, no water or radioactive light’s invisible superfluity

Pertaining to the health of the body and the soul and whatever else you call it, God in a dam.

Perfectly grim and in the pedantic mode of being holier than thou, it’s true, I am what I am.

Not holier than you but perfectly grim I am and that seems to make me holier, sublime stuff

I am on my own in the darkness and although I sing and cry out loud, it’s silence is quite def

In a million years or in just a few centuries, the world’s living, being plans and animal sins

Will all be dead, probably the species will be extinct for the rookie seasons’ mass extinctions.

End of days, world remains in revolutionary mode, church, mosque, synagogue weekends

Never mine or yours, all of this here in front of your eyes and under your feet are loose ends

What you and I may get fortunate enough to do, filing our last wills and testaments to Life

Giving our possessions away, today because these dreams were never ours in the first place.

Off the road and into a marsh area where the evil lives fear to go because they’ll dye it there

Evil fears death just like the Good and the Beautiful, there is a reason for that, no biggy scare

Nothing left after the last breath, no scars or debts to repay without the bodiless, low prices

What that was when you called it the soul, was the activity of the body, a neurosis psychosis.

by

r j j stephan, i #BLACKoperationsCorporation #CharcoalOps

c. May 15, 2019 A.D. @ 8:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Daryl's House Club Diane Birch & Daryl Hall jammin’ with the house band on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1XORRk8rGes }

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.?

#EyeAmACaveat #RealThingsAintHereRightNow #TheEyesHaveIT

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#SCUTTLEBUTTIN’ A #ROSE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 13, 2019

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You know and I know that nothing really matters at all, in the end, no holy bed of azure roses

Do not offend the rights and privileges of the matter and form of the Void, we’re just posers

It’s nothing personal, just the facts man, you know it deep down inside, alright, alright, right

Nobody worries about me, my mama and papa have departed into empty, infra-neon light.

But wait, it’s all a game of thrones when you have no rules other than the moot scuttlebuttin’

Of the women and the rats not mice and men, they own it all from one atom’s planetary fun

From a seed, bush and a thorn in the crown of a lightening bolt’s google-bomb of my Zazen

In a crossbow ready for the bullseye of your mind, your persuaded Id boredom of Hydrogen.

In the frequent variability of the human genome’s metabolism, the training of babies matters

Without being ingrained into the ethical choices of a free spirit, a free will, you go to prisons

Or you are hunted by the #PowersThatBe, some of them our own brothers’ and sisters’ kin

You care more for the survival of your own true self than the altruistic survival of a minion.

It is what it is, there is really no alternative to the #PrimeObjective, to be fittest to survive

Knowing that it’s all a transitory experience with a vacuous promise of blinded faith in gods

None of them present, all of the past and just sayin’ they’ve got no future doesn’t fly above

Neither can it dig below the pole’s of the dirty ball down to the hot-iron core of lava bloods.

Get it right when you order the flowers for your survivors to feel better about the ignorance

None of them will get out of this presence in the present still breathing with heartbeat sins

Side effect of the falling down from heaven to Earth, asleep as if you’ll never awaken, is this

We’re all gonna die, dead and wild angels are the only ones who eat cow DNA, #Matrix wins!

by

r j j stephan, i #ArmstrongAndGetty #NeverAgain #NeverAgainAgain

c. Lundi, May 13, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while frequently LMAO & listenin’ to the #ArmstrongAndGettyRadioShow on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST or podcast your arses off @ https://kste.iheart.com/featured/armstrong-and-getty/ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ParticlesAreAlive #DeathIsIllusory #DimensionsOfSpaceAndTime #AtomAndEVA #DragParticlesOfHiggsBoson #GitYourOwnBoson

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 QUARK NUKES, INFINITE MATTERS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 8, 2019

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Here and now won’t be there and then but nobody comes back to review and verify at home

On the planet Earth or so I’ve been told and persuaded by the K-12 & professors of my butt

Put the key in the lock, twist and turn back and forth but it was tight and rusted tight-shut

Walked the middle road, one foot in front of the other, rollin’ life in a bag under a holy dome.

Outside of red dirt, eight miles higher than my friends’ enemies, my soul brothers and sisters

So I’m told, that’s where emptiness hits you in the solar plexus, drinkin’ twelve packs of beers

All are one and one are all, the three musketeers and the holy trinity trigger the swords’ fuss

Slices diagonally horizontal cuts until the pieces of flesh fall into medicated goo, stars dust.

Everybody wants to know what nobody will ever find out before they take their last breaths

Here and now won’t be there and then but nobody comes back to verify Words of God-men

Little minds in little bodies compared to the rest of the galaxy, a soul, indeed, invisibly seen

As a third eye’s disembodied spirit, nothing alive wants to be what It is, I’m all God’s deaths.

The heart’s the symbol of love but it disintegrates into atoms of matter, finally without reason

It breaks and bleeds out, pumpin’ out dreams of living, animated matter outed, a divine mind

Shots in the dark and blade slashes finish the hidden hit job of the massacred innocents’ skin

Fragile babies, decrepit skulls to toe, all of ‘em gotta go eventually, mighty God’s even Steven.

Down the rabbit hole now, jump in or you’ll get sucked in without your intent to groove, to fly

To the bottom where the core of Being exists in perpetuity, lights all out there, a rodents’ Ga

This is not a test, this reality from birth to death with a dream of nutrients for the mind’s eye

Is it real or fake? Perception, THE FORCE Nuclear gold, infinite weak atoms of Ma and Pa!

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r j j stephan, i { Neutrinos & Quarks suck weak FORCE with gluons of mass-less bosons! }

c. May 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the scents and watchin’ the sounds of noise and silence drove me insanely normal, in trouble like everyone else on Earth, waitin’ for the hammer to come down & listenin’ to the origin of atomic nuclei, @CassiopeiaProjectQuantumElectrodynamics link @ https://youtu.be/KZ67q4pvoHI }

FINIS

Nickelback - This Afternoon #JustLikeFireWould #SmokedMyLastCigaretteInTwoOhNineteen

WATCH THE CLOCK ROCK & ROLL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 6, 2019

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If and only if you have the time, I’ve got the cache in a stash, down with it, sight blindsided

Golden ore in various forms of precious, elemental metal content in pure rat formaldehyde

Whether it’s Truth of the facts of life or the invented Lie by a deep-state spy guy, disguised

As a friend, a relative, a lover, an acquaintance of collusion, addicted to faked passes, I lied.

In or out of the funk, can imagine drowning in the quicksand of civilized discourse squalor

Lucky to be a free-spirit infused angel without the human DNA genome, acid deficiency core

Inside and outside of the being in and out of this dimension of Time, future and past all One

Nothing different to distinguish without the categories and forms of exasperation, it is done.

What time it is depends on where you are at the moment you ask, dimensions are variable

As the world turns around and wobbles on it’s orbit about the sun, I wonder if I’ve fallen up

Because nothing in my life appears to be in the down category, although l am below average

In an essential place to be this thing itself, to be me, be born decades ago in a cribbage cage.

Armed and dangerous to the bare handed self defenders who put themselves in harms way

To be or not to be for equal justice under the universal law of karma, do unto others et al

If nobody hurts or defrauds anyone, then there’s no need to worry about retribution but hey

Keeping track of the good karma I’ve stored, I should be Good to Go at heaven’s pearly gate.

Get out of town, get out of my face and that should take care of the problem of being around

Frequent flyer between flutes and the tom toms, I am runnin’ with the wolves’ silence sound

From Jersey to L.A. I change the Time of night ‘n day, living twice, skippin’ 208 bones apart

Dark black aces and eights, confused, abused dead man’s hands, sanctified my broken heart.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is one of my favorite artists Salvidor Dali and his #Stache - thx Sal }

c. May 6th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM Lundi

{ drafted while jammin’ to Bruce Springsteen #41SHOTS #HighHopes #HarrysPlace & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rOPDhoZH91g }

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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

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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.

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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.?