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SHOVIN’ IT DOWN YOUR #PVC PIPE

 

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Tuesday, July 31, 2018

 

Push it down to the bottom of the pit where the light never shines, a Form’s Matter core

Nothing left inside the middle of the thing’s being, just like you, Earth’s a place to bore

From the birth to the death of the things themselves to the matrix of stone bullet holes

A God before everything, the Zeus, the Ra, the Jehovah, the Ala, Zoroastrian’s controls.

Behavior of the men and women who survive the birth and childhood of mankind, is the gods

How we act, God-like, as a creator of you and I and everything else would do, not devil-dogs

Mean and nasty, evil and bad beings that want to kill and eat you, like the prey on barbecue

Fish from the rivers, from the sea and the animated forms of amoeba to woman, asleep, fool.

It seems as if you’re not in a dream, you are, it seems like this cartoon’s a surreal spirit’s rally

Remember the feeling of being conceived, born or even the first time going to sleep at night

{...in a thin, bed blanket or your empty, vacuumed tent in a parking garage or gangway alley }

Cooling the core that’s as white hot as the almighty Hydrogen burst above, in time for a Nova

Your life, relatives, friends, the things you hold dear are our vortex’s holy G&A Spray System.

It’s on fire with reasons why you shouldn’t be afraid to watch life die, to kill for Christ’s sake

Alternatives to a ritual of awakening from sleep to returning to a somnambulistic mind fake

Those options do not exist, you either live on Earth or you die on Earth, no heaven/hell pool

No high water above your head while you’re stuck in the river’s rapids, drinkin’ Alps’ drool.

The boys around here think they know it all, then an emergency comes out of nowhere’s sect

Naturally, they hide until they think their personal safety’s secure, how they serve and protect

I might be higher than the snow on the Zermatt Matterhorn yet I see the clear light’s shadows

Before the Word, before the animation of an #UnmovedMover’s seeds, my Good’s Evil blows.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. July 31, 2018 Tuesday @ 9:11 AM PST

*Header photo attributed to the author/artist/photographer c. Paa Joe with a sandal coffin in collaboration with Regula Tschumi for the Kunstmuseum Berne 2006 link @ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paa_Joe#/media/File:Paa_Joe_mit_Sandalettensarg_2006.jpeg }

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Cr_sPj-XbUs }

*Header Video is #WhosOnFirst @Abbot&Costello - *Header photo attributed to the author/artist/photographer c. Paa Joe with a sandal coffin in collaboration with Regula Tschumi for the Kunstmuseum Berne 2006 link @ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paa_Joe#/media/File:Paa_Joe_mit_Sandalettensarg_2006.jpeg }

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Cr_sPj-XbUs }

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DOGTAGS & KICKED-LOCKED JAWS

by Richard Joseph Stephan· Monday, July 30, 2018

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Kicked me in the face while I was alive, conscious and perceiving the boot in my mouth

Horror of the wondering why I couldn’t move and defend my life was metabolized forth

UFO in your mind’s eye is not Anonymous pretending to be a DzWikileaks bury the lead

I am not what I was the day before my father impregnated my mother, mind-eye’s freed.

Psychological and physiological in the metaphysical complication, chaos is Us AND Them

“X” indictment as a co-conspirator with aliens from an Anonymous, nano-planetary system

Perfection in the empty sewer that the men made to empty the uber-wasted mastication flow

In the meat and potatoes of the carnivore and the nut salads of the herbivore, fed naked ape.

From a lump of DNA in a microscopic cell, comes a con-man entertainer-joker, a daft diddler

A builder, a mason who manufactures wealth out of debt, transforms the dead to the good life

All of us on this planet, third form in space from the glowing ball of flame way-gone, afar, sir

I did it, questioned everything and took no prisoners, nobody gets a pass, not even your wife.

Stinking from the dead and gone, not their skin and bones but their ideas, their handwriting

Suddenly, you’re entire block of housing and urban development is infested by a rat packing

Not the chumming crooners of yesterday’s Las Vegas, Nevada, friends of the Roosevelt dime

Movement of the Unmoved Mover means, the Earth spins, revolves and calculates the Time.

Copy and paste this link and you will be stung by the #PowersThatBe not God but the Man

You know who I’m referring to by the designated moniker “the Man” and if you don’t, tough

Life is like that so since you can’t always get what you want, this Truth, you at least will laugh

Like there’s no tomorrow, ‘cause soon, there won’t be for you, for me, it’s a dream Peter Pan!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. July 30, 2018 Monday @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Jimmy Church on Coast to Coast AM #Wikileaks #BarrettBrown link @ https://www.coasttocoastam.com/ } #C2C #F2B  #CoastToCoastAM #Wikileaks @BarrettBrown

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CREEPY, STEALIN’ ECLECTIC MOJO

by Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, July 29, 2018

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Alrighty then, let’s ride this bike until I hit the horizon at the Tequila sunset without sunrise

Everyday I clean every inch of the heavy metal and oil up the tread gittin’ ready for blacktop

I may not be a flying object unidentified, have mercy, but I am what I am, purple Kush highs

With or without you, I’m going to the end of the line and when I get there, slobs will slop.

Spirits without the two hundred eight bones, head to toe, mythological pretensions of gods

In and out of their invisible minds, evidence of reality just a hope and a dream of psychics

But when Jesus left Chicago for Mississippi or New Orleans, drove the mother of all hot rods

Comatose from Springfield to Wakahatchee, ridin’ high, ridin’ dirty blacktops n’ turnpikes.

Pouring the water and keeping it inside the envelope of spirit’s H2, O2, N2 and burned ash

From the sun the Earth used to be, the son of the Sun, the son of God, the Way to the Matrix

Nowhere that you’ve ever been or even have ever been informed exists in this world’s cache

That is where the diamond in the rough resides, out of sight, out of touch with the fuzzdicks.

Apparently the appearance of the things themselves are confusing to the analytical method

Chopping the words away, meaning by meaning, nuance by nuance, come to Buddha n’ God

Or, if you choose, you’ve freedom of choice after all’s said, One n’ Many are in empty prisons

Let your self’s form get stabbed/pricked by the ‘Insane Many’ drones of god’s seventh sons!

It’s all gonna be alright, as I said, the grass smoke,, the rocks will fly, even God above will die

One thing for certain is you can’t say you didn’t know the deal because I’m spillin’ beans, fly

Climbed out of an egg and a sperm just to fly high into the space between planes, Id’s Thing

Microscopic and macroscopic one and the same, it’s the same above as as below us, Nothing.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. July 29, 2018 @ 11:11 AM Dimanche { ‘thinkin’ ‘bout the time in #Memphis, I thought I was in heaven!” -- ZZ Top LIVEBonaroo2013 }

{ drafted as the paradise in California burns down to the ground due to a Car Fire, Smoke is everywhere in the air and on the water!}