#EvilWays #LifeSways #DeletedSeinfeldScenes #MA @RareEarth

RICHIE STEPHENS

@Carlos * Santana

Pain pill pacify

XGOLDX

It has been said that we’ve all been born to raise a little hell in brothels

On the nature of beasts, we’ve generated through random Bates motels

Ministers, pastors, preachers, priests, and bishoprics to holy ones dead

No evidence of anything other than that we’re all gonna die, principled.

High and mighty above the atmosphere, astronauts have eye-witnessed

Earth is nowhere near the moon, Venus nor Mars, planet Man’s alone

In a venue to discuss assumptions leading to conclusions, conundrums

Without the experience of barking up the wrong trees, I’ll chew a bone.

Follow my logic, presume nothing is necessary but sufficient to be flown

Rational use of words which reflect thought without any veracity known

With or without foot pain & headaches, all Life’s illusory dreamscapes

Proof in your pocket, a wealth of chump change & dollar bills y’all apes.

Yet the circus rolls on, ad infinitum, tickets stamped “paradox & wit”

Unfurling holy banners stitched with idle riddles, fortune’s counterfeit

We juggle our fables, break bread with myth, toast to insights unseen

As the iron curtain draws, one and all are actors in tomorrow’s dream.

Loose change coins clink, exchange prayers sink reason pirouette & spin

For the only proof is this spoof that lingers as a question tucked within

Why, who, where, when & how do you accept your mortality, get loose

If you don’t, oppressors will seize your circulatory system, sunken blues.

So hurt by the tornado, left with mortal wounds I’ll succumb to & die

No complaints, no blame for living on Earth when my Time came to fly

Everybody before & everybody who comes after me, pity holy passion

Unacceptable alternative to nihilism is the holy Truth, gold dusted sin.

Treasure in the mountain of rocks and dirt were leftover Big Bang bore

Archeological proof is the annihilation of all things buried under all dirt

Swoop in and out of your broom closets and check your six at the door

You have no partner covering you & your hooded noggin, mask & hair.

On a picnic when it began to storm, food’s dead-on-arrival down low

Sixty spokes in my bike’s 26” tires make certain my rims don’t blow slow

Happy ending upon your inquiry on a positive note, answered with ease

Stop. Silence. Wonder. Shock. Die or Fly away, you know we’ll freeze.

I can see clearly for miles the higher I get above the Earth, not too high

Just high enough for consciousness to touch the face of God and not die

I could but won’t tell you why this means nothing at all outside of Earth

There’s only one GD way to get out of this life alive and it ain’t a rebirth.

Consumed skin and bones in the burning man bonfire, ashes blow dust

Peering through the I ain’t looking glass, see nothing clearer than us

Where YOU were the day before you got conceived, nonplaced in Space

Egg, ovum, sudden impact with subatomic particulate leather and lace.

Justice back in 1978 was a ham sandwich around third period, last page

It may have been baloney or PB&J, olive loaf or too human liver sausage

Fronting on stage for a band that sucks & will dissolve before the fame

Being happy is what gods can control, health, rest, fearless, Man, I am.

Pleased to meet you here and now before it was too late, meant it bro

As it is above here and now, so it is below here and now, it’s no joke, so

To be or not to be, isn’t a flippant inquiry, so why stay alive for nothing?

No reason is likely, no-good reason other than continue diggin’ a thing.

Knowing that when you don’t awaken, sleeping or being knocked out

Then there will be no later, no tomorrow just like no yesterday is today

I’m numb, I’m dumb, it’s the shots of Jose Cuervo that turned the burn

I hope to be in flight at rigor mortis, below up above, flyin’ eagles learn.

Realize and promptly deduce a forgone conclusion, we’re all scorin’ chit

Any man or woman who left the Earth’s gravitational pull, seen no sin

No angels of matter appeared in spirit form, except hallucinations of Me

What I thought I was, who I was, mutated form of homo sapiens’ glee.

Schizophrenic from conception, I was a twin as such, Evil? It was Good

Hence, I survived but my twin sister didn’t get out of the neighborhood

She knew what I knew & our pact was to keep a third eye on each of us

Goddess reasons the wisdom out of the delight, heart throb ain’t a fuss.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August XVIII^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

TO BE ONE, ASK ONE.

OKLAHOMA

#SleepingWhileWoke #AwakenInThisDreamBoat #FollowMeClosely

BENJAMIN’S won 12 X’s in 10 frames

Systematic stigmatic having a brain seizure appearing to contemplate the heavenly souls

When it’s a fixation of the eyeballs is upon ghostly figures invisible to every other one too

Communicating with the unknown, the ineffable that only the dead might score in a Rolls

Up here in the world, we only have a sweet concoction-mix of Earth & Moon balls so blue.

In the mood to hear the same song the sisters repeated over & over for my predilection

There’s never any reason for war other than you’ve experienced reverse golden rule sin

Y’all do chit to everybody else, all the others before they do it, any of it, to you and yours

Handshake given, a smile and kiss on the cheek, enough until tomorrow’s lip lock force.

Piercing through the veil that hides the void of the unknown matrix’ subatomic charm

Neutrons dancing up and down, in and around the thing itself & the origin of the Void

City girls and country girls from the United States of America, well they’re the subject

Objective predication comes in rapid fire, loaded for bear & don’t give a rip about chit.

Your high class with or without your glasses looks good enough for the minions, eh?

You know what you know because that is your fate, if you weren’t your fate, you’d die

Just like a bug in a rug, not knowing it’s a rug, stays there too long then it’s a brushoff

Like you didn’t mean anything to the mother who hatched your egg, like a jet takeoff.

Hard core I am, soft drinks not goin’ down my gullet, lose your gall bladder too soon

Poison comes into the genome without the full complement to insure the holy bliss

Going to the worshipping broods or the loner philosophy to stay at One with the One

Whichever it is, be happy you’re here & now, the alternative is Man, you’re all done!

The feature of begetting similar mutations of an XX & XY merger, Victoria’s got a secret

Hard core and solvent in historical six senses, decades of sleepin’ & wakin’ up in a stir

Dreams while asleep don’t match the ones presented while wide awake, sober in debt

Barbie dolls came & went before the judges, all up on high without any tete-a-tete, eh?

Above or below the Mason-Dixon line, everything happens for some unknown reason

Products are what comes from the multiplication subsequent division, US subtraction

Kids come too soon or too late, move on with any luck, far from the coop, far out at sea

Ain’t no glory after the tour of duty, just a flashback or two, yet ready to die #Incountry

Dead and long gone like my great grandparents who were here back then in wonderful bliss

Unaware that they were dreamin’ their lives the whole time they thought they were awake

Keep staying wide awake even after the twilight zone comes into view, hold on for the rides

Every day there’s a new set of causes to help the special effects, either sober or fully baked.

Music for the genius is enigmatic, beats of notes from scales in diminished crescendo & chit

Sweet to taste what the food & drink do once consumed, a shocking embarrassment to gods

Well what the hell do y’all want, don’t feed the cattle & they’ll become extinct, so let’s rock

Luck of the draw, bluff & win it all, a bunch of metal coin & getting’ off an atomic gamecock.

Christmas and the return of Yin & Yang to the infinite Void, keeps the busy bodies in love fall

Blinded by the light of feeling like mating with XX or XY, it’s the species move, it ain’t my call

Four-wheel drives get way up there where hotrods can’t get it, just drive a hole in 1, Tequilla

Way back in the 20th century it wasn’t like this, didn’t FLY, rode camels poundin’ sand, taqiyya.

Lost in the middle of the desert with a harem of nasty chicks with Victoria’s Secret covered up

Red necks and the kids they begot are now in control to get the species to sip the cosmic cup

It’s either half-full or half-empty, same chit on a different day, dad & gramma knew the score

A game got tied up until the last batter came up & whacked a grand slam, a 2-a-day what-for.

Now then, the perfect game of Bowling, crashin’ 10 pins at a whack, 12 times in 1’s game bliss

Dried up the wet sand and mud and blew it all away in one huff & a follow up puff, just like this

There will not be any reruns at a later date, what you’ll see is all you’ll ever get, never forget it

If you don’t recall the memory, it’s defunct & null & void for eternity, drill deep diamond bit!

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, August 13th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @ACDC #FlyOnTheWall in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/M3oNKlvJGcI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Grapple #SicilianoCanoliRecipe #WhenTheSunGoesDown #AnotherSaturdayNight

mamaluke

FISHIN’ FOR

HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA’A

Once, Trippin’ for all of y’all, jumped the fence we’ve been sitting upon, was underneath us

I am ready and willing in addition to being able with the tools to succeed on this magic bus

Heroes with the vain attempts to impress their beloved ones, they died within the centuries

Middle of crossroads that ran from mother’s loins to electric chairs & guillotines of peace.

Stay with me, follow the string all the way to the bitter end, there’s only one, choose it well

Puppets with the hands within the thing that looks like a human, it’s a atomless soul hotel

Where residing within takes no talent other than securing sustenance & self-safety defense

Hip to the trip man, joined the hippies of 1969 at no Woodstock, recruiters of US marines.

Missed that bus, a caravan, ain’t that peculiar, now I’m here & wouldn’t have been if… then

Ran & walked from where I began to the place one step back from where I started, so what

Freaks the brain & mind out as if the incongruence was the smoke before an imaginary fire

Resurrection with no restriction, dead corpse stench smells just fine, it’s got straits so dire.

Monkeys repeat the motion, locomotion & hiding of the dead & gone, earth, sea or hot fire

Keeps the bubonic plague away from the maggots and gadflies movin’ in on our holy desire

Big populations grew due to the efficiency effects of the crucial CIVILIZATION that is alive

Never has died in essence since the First Man, created before the First Woman, God’s jive.

You’re out of wind and in rigor mortis prior to the vision YOU will NEVER see, yet imagine it

You ain’t moving, getting ready to allow the dead food within to maggotize and fly on chit

Prayed once, daily or never at all, makes absolutely no difference to the Savior of Idiots

If the shoe fits, you’re one, if not, never mind, move on, imagine the case of holy robots.

All apostles and co-disciples who want to reincarnate for infinity, angels of infinite trips too

Hammer on the block began to rock before I knew it, on the way to get a baker’s dozen rolls

Polish your gym shoes and lace up your pat n’ leather penny loafers, with the penny infused

Hunger for the thing that will satisfy the thing itself, a ticket to paradise’s happiness, a ruse.

Subordination and insubordination flipped the script, no rank, no file, a plethora immersed

Origin Big Bang, explosion retarded by Friction, gravitational collapse reverses it all, repeat

Time that measurement of distance from the Big Bang and the Tiny Whimper ala God’s face

We dream or can’t recall the imaginary cartoon of our own creation, extinction of the race.

All animated forms, Quickdraw McGraw to Pepe Le Peu, influencers, genius’ inanimate gall

Start to finish, a level of understanding nonsense & its permutations, jokes on all of us, so

What we can do is enjoy the ability to feel and see anything at all, the alternative is dismal

Now & then, you go there & then, you’re there ‘til you die, you pray to live after death, pal?

We all didn’t have anything to do with the accidental infusion of electronics with dead rock

Created all you see and all you’ll never see, not in a shape or form, it’s an amorphous spook

Not your fault, there is nothing you could have done, as a padre would counsel a holy flock

Happy ending climax, infused extraction of cosmic & infrared MAGA King, checkmate rook.

Early morning before dawn, down to the beach, into the skiff with bait & pole, old man’s sea

I didn’t know any better, there were sharks & barracuda near the reef, where I was gonna be

Escaped with my arms and legs, something swallowed me & spit me out, my wet suit nasty

Or maybe it was my B.O., anyway it was, glad I’m still here & now, but man, I was real tasty.

Humuhumunukunukuapua’a on the beach, still alive but without legs, old man & One Sea

I got it back in and it swam away as if nothing happened, just me saving nothing but old me

Since I identify with all atoms above & below Earth, forms & content, viruses to a clear lake

Words vanish, reason & logic decommissioned, a monster leads to extinction’s news fake.

This will hurt me more than it will hurt you, you won’t be hurt at all, I will be hurt “In Spades”

Stop me if I’m wrong but if I have all Trump and nobody else has any Trump as they all fade

Then and only then, I can show my hand as unbeatable it is, I count aces, Jacks and a King

Game is all over just like it never began, I smile while the beaten frown, I bid adieu, we sing.

Bring down the Top Shelf growth of flowers from the seeds dropped out Jack’s bean stalker

In the open ports down the hatch into the bowels, mindful of survival’s useless ball blocker

Desire to never die like others you’ve seen expire during your own life, that’s all folks, I see

All you & I may do is arrange for others to dispose of our core, form, matter to the deep sea.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August 11^th   MMXXV  @ 4:09 PMPST

{ Ragged this out of the back seat while listenin’ to #WhenTheSunGoesDown @KennyChesney on youTube @ https://youtu.be/zYA7YZAqEQg?si=Q-YhjOa6mbZwj13j }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

G O D A G O G & YOMAMA #TakeMeToTheRiverToo #DropAPinOnAMap #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt? @pitbull @BlakeShelton #BoysRoundHereBackWoods

THERE’S MORE TO THIS?

A hell of a lot more than this astronaut could see, y’all rantin’ much to do about why we die

It’s all as important as your next breath, there’s nothing else that beats that blind faith blue

In and out of your life inside of the bones you possess, go to sleep, we’re all gonna die too

Amen, all men say this when they admit they believe in hope in the hopelessness of the sky.

All words written in red in a holy tome passed down Papa & the others in a holy, black hole

Sacred hearts don’t grow on trees, they get crucified on them, thank you soldiers of whores

Not their fault that their ignorance & total reverence for animal drives to stay alive, in chaos

It all ends in a slow ride in a Hearse, if you’re lucky & got people who care ‘bout your soul.

Ready to rock this dirty bit of honey, lovin’ the sweetness of the bees, hard work for a Queen

All for my teacup, then there’s the other momentary lapses of reason for a hero has-been

Crying and laughing in equal amounts to add to the sum of all fears mating the holy ghosts

All of the above & below this here, right now, know the words bleeding out the dead roasts.

Submarine or rocket ship out of this old world, all the dead pirates buried at sea, good too

If they were immortals, we’d be food for aliens out of this planet’s longitude & latitude dew

No H2O leaves this Earth, uneven boulder rollin’ around in elliptical distance from its dyes

No name for the burning glob of Hydrogen & Helium, it still hits us right in the blinded eyes.

Dream’s over, blind eyes ain’t in sockets, tasteless, olfactory love or hate, matrix’ souffles

Empty inside & outside of the zero, a circle around Nothing, inside Nothing, I am all ablaze

No choice, nothing but a bad reason to post, we’re hungry, I’ll eat & swallow anything I am

Exterior and interior notions, winning the whole shebang, soulful and mindful, Fuck! Bam!

Gone rogue with my parents’ identity for me, a spy vs. a spy within my own genome’s RNA

High or lower than an atom can go, it’s the sacred hearts that pumped the juice into DNA

Reality and fantasy become one, the moment of last gasp, pre-rigor mortis just asleep hot

As cold as a rock that never had any life at all, a stone with a notion to become One Robot!

Laid down in my crib before I knew it wasn’t going to last forever, I had to get out of it

Quote me, my baby mind crafted this escape, as soon as they weren’t watchin’ chit

I was gone at light speed, only old money could bring me back from the original teat

I had none, I got it all but I couldn’t buy health & immortality, God damned that shit!

If I could, I’d modify God’s creation to include bliss and being in a world out of hindsight

Reaal crazy way to live without pain & suffering, without jerks & idiots stealing all my fight

Never, ever giving up without a big fight, they try to steal your spunk, my verve, it’s all over

Not for the innocents who have no ability or capacity for reason & logic, come o’er rover.

Went in the War at 19, nobody gave nor gives a spunk, they take freedom as a given steal

Didn’t earn it or fight for it being taken away, didn’t honor the heroes who made the deal

Hay is for horses but the Hey I mean is a wakeup call for the stoned & sleeping giant of HI

Cops cope, bandits deal in the dope, it’s extinction’s rehearsal, toke & trip, Gods all die.

Hot take and the cold, hard facts are difficult to accept, a shock to the intellect & ghost

Inside your head it hurts and then understand it will someday, never hurt you again today

Tomorrow is trouble, instant unconsciousness or in a coma ready to get a #Hippy toast

Bong rips & blunts for the many, preachers & ministers of the gods, Deadhead, all I say!

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rjj stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, July XXX^th MMXXV

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #RaiseMyHand by @BrooksAndDunne on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X5z-jjWyAJQ?si=JH-VqBNi5-ZiEava }

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W.W.A.R.D.?