P H I L O S O P H I A

Thursday, July 26, 2018

ZZ TOP CONCERT "THE TIME IS TONIGHT!"

THIWY WABIT, YOSEMITE “S” I AM

Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, July 26, 2018

Mental and dental floss decreasing the rapidity of deterioration, life under sun and moon

In or out of the groove, consuming the energy and producing the work of swoonin’ a goon

Princes and paupers really don’t care more than being safe, in a safe place, chewin’ @Skoal

Growing up in the USA in the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, 90’s, 2000’s in a TV’s Bugs Bunny hole.

Two or three things are all you need to know way on down the line when I’m dead and gone

Mysteries are merely the unknown to the unfortunate, unchosen ones who can’t stop rockin’

They’ve lost their minds in the beats and rhythms’ notes of do, re, mi on a scale of corn pone

Music to my ears, ‘cause I am the masses, your moms and pops, classical or jazz of a drone.

First caused movement may be the only Unknown to avoid detection, due to it’s emptiness

The entire matrix of Space in every dimension of Time, from an imaginary Big Bangedness

Falling down to the ground of being, falling in love with another walking, talking twin code

Sensation and perception leading to the abuse of Reason, to rationalize the core’s DNA mode.

Devoid of value for your life you cannot value anything or anyone else, neither friend nor foe

A prick of your index finger lets the blood flow from your vein into my own cut skin’s squirm

I know either little or nothing but I have to rationalize the epic, existential elegance of Form

A shape that moves about, locomotion back and forth, up and down, in and out a river flow.

The weapon of choice is the Word that will cut the walls of Jericho online or IRL, on a rant

Out of context yet in the method of madness that is our Birth and Death on Earth, I shan't

The joke is on you and on me but you still care and the difference is that I don’t wanna fight

Wasted time to try to control the Belly of the Beast’s power, it’s All up tight and out of sight.

r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday @ 1:11 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to ZZ Top w/ George Thorogood & The Destroyers, Michael Ray & gettin’ ready to go to the concert LIVE this PM Calexpo California Fair on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GtBEdtVNAWg }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

#FAKENEWS CATS FIX OVERPOPS

#FAKENEWS CATS FIX OVERPOPS

by Richard Joseph Stephan·Wednesday, July 25, 2018

That which you don’t know will neither hurt you nor cause consternation in future shocks

Biting your back or leg while you’re wide awake, being the shreds of a cat’s man-prey hocks

Better to be eaten while alive or choked out with a jaw grab even a Cro-Magnon would love

I digress into a world of some distorted perception, enculturated, astigmatic prism above.

Persuading the children of the ignorant and the privileged punks and miscreants who breed

Species of the #HighHopes and #WetDreams peculiar to the genome, who pretend to be seed

Of a creator of this universe, the personage or thing that is immortal and weird special effects

Images that flash before your blinded eyes, past your wrinkled skin-bag of calcified bone sex.

This place in Space, right here and now at this Time, presence of Being that is divinity’s DNA

Until squirmin’ evolves into a phobia of locomotion, ad infinitum, to Be LIGHT’s alpha seed

Bones getting crunched and pulled to pieces while snorting a toot of me, a killer kitty’s prey

In a jungle, concrete street or earthen trails between chlorophyll cans of plants, Jimsonweed.

Putting you in the place in space that you were meant to be in, the nature of the universe I am

You have no choice or free will, God is closer to nothing at all than you might think, say again

You are the product of the Void that’s always been the matrix of the historical record of men

Scraps and leftovers under empty skies above and below us, I am an imaginary monkey man.

At night, be afraid and full of crippling fear, hide in a dark corner of a cave without a hot fire

Freezing cold, shivering without the fur of the ones who were here before the naked ape liar

Recording #FakeNews as the historical record for descendants of the ancestors’ laws and lies

What’s left over from Mother Earth’s wet, son of a beach, she cuts God’s nuts, then she dies.

r j j stephan, i { header’s my #PinkPanther who used to be fun but now’s black & hungry! }

c. July 25, 2018 Wednesday @ 10:10 AM PDT

{ drafted while listenin’ to Eagles on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--rAINTn2TE&index=5&list=RDC9nIvPb1WQ8 }

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

"IMMACULATE ACID MATRIX" #PiNK fPERFECT DNA I AIN'T

#FiddleSaws #HillbillyBones

IMMACULATE ACID MATRIX, #P!nk fPERFECT DNA I AIN’T

by Richard Joseph Stephan·Tuesday, July 24, 2018

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For some mysterious reason, I’m here right now when that was the plan all along, #Way

A dream that lasts from the conception to the deceased soul of mating gametes of the day

One being containing the complete dimensional Void inherited from Eve and Adam One

Hurried a bit too soon, before I stocked up on the meat and potatoes, eat it all, you’re done.

Coming before I could get my drawers down but no worries, no pain, no gain, win the fights

That’s not the way to procreate the species’ specific descendants of the inheritance of a dude

None of us know the reason why you and I go tete a tete back and forth ad infinitum, it’s rude

But it’s all we have and it’s seized in a secret Occult heart full of data, insignificant data bytes.

Vision, vibration of sounds, ready to smell, taste and to what end, just for an ice cream cone

Just a pretender you are, I say that when you’re overtired and out of Time’s antimatter bone

True love provided and engaged on a case by case basis, always ready to indulge selflessly

With nobody else but me and me shadow, always with me and always with us all, endlessly.

Getting wild eyed and bushy tailed is what it takes to force the survival of the fittest life

Atoms, molecules of the elements, gas, liquid and solid, forms of matter cut by a knife

May everything that’s not nailed down evaporate and disintegrate the DNA code scoop

To be two of the same kind is a walkin’ contradiction, it can’t be true in a john b sloop.

Delete a letter, a word or a thought is easy as pie when you’re as ignorant as a top banana

What do you know, what does anybody know, nothing, that’s right, nobody knows nothing

For certain, that is indubitably true beyond a reasonable doubt, pound that way down home

Holy water blessed my head, crossed my heart, dotted my eyes, I don’t care, I’m DNActing.