#LoafingOverHer #JoinTheUnionLeague #GotChillsAllOverMyBodyAgain

A MANBOY FROM A BUOYMAN’S YOYO

 

I had green hair when I used to swing that piece of round wood or plastic around the world

I walked the dog and rocked the baby in the cradle, even had a butterfly backward stack yoyo

Up and down and all around the world from the Filipino Yoyo inventor Pedro Flores’ mold

Two pieces of wood and a string, using gravity and resistance to throw and return the gold.

Just about twenty-five miles from home now and I tripped three or four times since noon

I haven’t felt this good since I was about eight years old and that was sixty years ago, goon

There’s no reason to feel good nor bad about it, it is what it is and it can’t be any more Jack

Not a thing more than a small bit of knowledge that’ll yield the power you need to kick back.

How come you have to wake up every day and go to school or work or even be a broke bum

There must be more than the reason I’ve been told, alone in darkness, we hang in and run

From the nightmares and dreams that happen when everyone’s asleep as a fortunate son

Marked the beginning, the original start of the go-green light, holdup, Origin’s Zen scum.

Putting the payments into arears mode and noticing that Jupiter no longer aligns with Ga

Aquarius is gone and a sympathetic dreamer turns to the holy of holies, locked in a box

Where the sun never shines in to allow the sight to see the vision of the unnamed fairy

Neither a godmother nor an honorable sprite, can you say ‘yo-yo’ bandoleer animation.

What goes up must come down just because it does, we call it attraction to Eros’ love

To the core of this spinning elder piece of the solar system, where molten iron simmers

Underneath China and England, a fire of the origin remains while the night eats riders

About in and out, over and under, all around up and down, leave my horse, stars above.

Kiss my ain’t that something, you know better than that, I don’t mean literally, you crazy nut

Cracked as you are and totally bereft of the modicum of intelligence you’ve been a joke’s but

Betting that you’re getting the best of my love in the world, two bits I gave it all, spit my spit

Dreaming this baby down here, who in #Ga I am, a man-boy, a boy-man, Richie Rich’s #Hit.

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 2, 2018 AD @ 7:77 PM PST

   

{ Header's a masterpiece called #TheKiss a sculpture by @Rodin as well as #TheThinker below the Abbot/Costello video, so there, BOOM, THERE IT IS! }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

{ written after a grueling SUV purchase day, drinkin’ shots with my old lady & listenin’ to Steely Dan #Aja & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fG2seugAgnU & jammin’ to my personal hit #RicoRockHardFavorites program on #iheart link @ https://www.iheart.com/favorites/ricorockhard-724148/ }

#DoYourThingYall @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #DoDangDooDooDeeDaaDo

#SnowOnTheRoof #DoYourThingYall

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Richard Joseph Stephan

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

 

When the time comes for silence and no reason to express yourself any longer, moot it

Nobody including your only friend can listen to the Truth, over again, ad infinitum fit

No comfort from above or below this apparent globule of rock and filth, waste desserts

Tightened up in the middle of the core, ready to explode into #SuperNova, God flirts.

With the human girls and women who are discontented with the seed of Adam n’ Cain

Mating with the two first guys, one being a prototype and the other the yoke of an egg

That is all you need to know about why this world, this reality, your and my perception

Is a fog that cannot be seen through to any other side, in the dark or the light, reverend.

High priest-philosophers #Apedom kingdom best paws forward, stuck-up in spiders webs

Nobody is going to get out of here and now alive, with or without a soul, animate holy Zeus

For no other reason than to hunt, kill, eat, mate, hunt, kill, eat, devil-dog sleeps until it dies

Watch television? Listen to #TalkRadio? Play games on the internet’s #WorldWideWeb?

Finally near the finale and the structure erected on an invisible foundation of holographics

Forms and shapes of the things themselves which we refer to with language, to be a human

Without the awareness of the way to communicate the culture, we are as the rats’ve become

Our fortune from Hollywood, California to New York, New York is not luck, Cosmos is sick.

Pain and suffering from the first hurting, cut nerves, damages nerves, demented old mind

Thinking with logic and reason for the sake of the World, to be the voice of a species’ kind

Survival of the most fit with the most variation in skills and ability to assimilate a ho, jackass

It is after all’s said and done, my human genome moving upon Earth, in #TwilightZone pass.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 8-1-2018 Mercredi @ 13:40 hours

{ DRAFTED in 26 minutes TODAY & jammin’ on the #OldenDaze of my youth #ExpressYourself #SillyLittleGirl 📷 Charles Wright & the Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band - Topic Published on Jan 23, 2017 #YAllDoIt https://youtu.be/p_j4J1WKzXI & https://youtu.be/cZ_p66zi7hU }

#BecomeDebtFreeNow
#WWARD ?

#BoyzRoundHereDontGAF @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

SHOVIN’ IT DOWN YOUR #PVC PIPE

 

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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.

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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 }

W.W.A.R.D.?