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PERSEIDS’ BLOWN JOB IN PERSEUS

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Richard Joseph Stephan  Sunday, August 12, 2018

For no reason at all, let me repeat, absolutely no doubt about this Truth, logical and rational

Rocks falling into the sounds of the Eternal #HellsBells where Nothing reigns, never rings It

Unmoved and a mystery to the elite of the Occult Wisdom and Knowledge of mankind’s cabal

Signs of a singular Time and Space that we’re in, lookin’ above and below a belt starlight skit.

I assume that anyone who uses language, written or spoken #WORD can grasp bare bones

Things themselves, whether your deaf or blind are still the things themselves, mitosis sows

It really doesn’t matter if the senses of the body are stimulated by the mind, pheromones

In the music of the tunes you can hear the rhapsody in blue, in red and black rock n’ rose!

Nothing more than the best there could ever be, opened mind to the light that heals wounds

Warms the frozen rock into the lava of the spewing, holy exit from the core to the sky bounds

Where no man or woman, no animal can go without the air of Jordan or the Atlantean seas

Utter awareness of the origin and destination of your soul, not mine, yours, give it up, please?

I went to church every single Sunday, to serve the priest’s mass before the saving, gold cow

Turning bread and wine into an imaginary transubstantiation of a flesh body and sanguine

Bejeweled chalice of gold runneth over for the sips of the sacrificial lamb’s pretending sin

As if God or the son or daughter of God could ever do anything wrong, please, come on now!

Benefit of the doubt given, monks, priests, nuns, holy men, holy women and half blind birds

That is the absolute and only path to the peace generated by that practice of trusting words

As if the people who knew the words before you could not have been deceived, magic sounds

With no infinite dialectic yet steeped in Earth’s mystic, muddy water, watch out for clowns.

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 12, 2018 Sunday @ 11:11 AM PST

{ written while enduring the mighty ZZ Top LIVE & in studio, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lAHGVK1AtnQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhereEyesComeFrom @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

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DON’T TURN ‘ROUND RIGHT NOW*
by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, August 11, 2018

Whether y’all are comedians or just a slew of disgruntled sons of beaches doing 24 hour days

Seven day weeks, thirty day months, three sixty five for eighty or ninety Godly soul, laser rays

Yes, you were born to rock and rule the universe or at least the path you tread upon this Dirt

Where you can pretend to be A creator, don’t turn around, you’re “All Too Human,” get hurt?

OK, let’s put it in an #ElectricCompany and #SesameStreet mentality that you’ll comprehend

A long, long time ago, you did not exist here and now, now you get it right? You’re zip, zilch

Even if you don’t follow me up here, come on with me to the ultimate conclusion’s dead end

Morons and idiots are both in charge and being directed by their own ilk, warlock and witch.

Are you with me or against me? I really don’t mind because either way, I win, you’re bereft

You’re not being forced to read this (Your mama is!) but that ain’t workin’ the Feds in beds

Want some MTV awards or the Commies or Oscars to show their RIGHT, on a far side’s Left

Yoyos goin’ up and down, on strings of the current ways of ‘ear-ringed’ committee airheads.

Bringin’ it all back around to the First Cause of the whole shebang, we can’t remember Birth

First things first, we all want to survive the assaults on our presence here and now on Earth

We know if there’s life then there’s death but try not to dwell on that wild-eyed, all the Time

Crack in Space, gotta laugh or you’ll cry, smile, this can’t be an accident, my God’s Sublime!

I took a stand right up there at the top of a hill where you can’t get much higher above ground

Mighty, qualified mice ‘n men, create a notion of an emotion to lead with a #FakeNews #hoor

Philosophical spunk allowing natural beasts to inject their pre-existence into utero quicksand

Here’s the pass, One’s foot in front of another One, my dead footprints out of the EXIT door!

Extravaganza concert of the most awesome Rock and Roll ever to grace the planet’s surface

In Time and Space, at a distant place that is all right there inside your head, behind your face

Inside the skull bone, under the cranium, stoked electrical charges move unmoved movers

You’ll learn to forget about me after I’ve been gone, #falling in Time grows on you phuqerz!

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r j j stephan, i { *HEADER is a ‘self-portrait’ taken with Nothing to show for the Void! }

c. August 11, 2018 Saturday @ 7:77 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Linkin Park #WhatIveDone & HITS on a youTube link that I can’t wash away @ https://youtu.be/8sgycukafqQ }

W.W.A.R.D. ?? nothing.

#BlueBaldEagleCarrion @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

BLUE, BALD EAGLE CARRION

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

 

It isn’t worth a thin dime when you can’t sell it for a profit, ten times the first investment

If that’s the case then I’ll buy a million shares, what about you? File down rock sediment

I do not care one way or the other what you think about this or that, believe the nonsense

Appearances are all there are and the existence you see here and now precedes a presence.

In essence and for the record’s perpetual copy of the program, the DNA is the acid of God

Punched in the guts and lost the ability to breathe for a few moments....might have hit a rock

Impact with the hard place, my face and frontal #FullMonty are on the #Wanted poster block

A song to soothe the savage beast or kill a mockingbird, they see, they are legion, Aaron’s rod.

In the surgery I take flight for the world away from the OREGON border, ID, WA or the CA

Burned trees and dead animals everywhere, floating downstream to Stinky's’ won #Chitter

Chatter hasn’t a clue what to do or who to talk to, priests or gurus bow in front of rock-stones

Fire, water, air and rest are the four items willing to overwhelm a naked psyche, Dr. Bones.

I am not he, you are not she and we’ll let this all go by the wayside and forget about the ill

Not my business nor my concern to beat the bad guys up at every tomb and chamber of Ra

Up and down, sideways and backwards and I’m still in the same place I started Indi who-ha

Sabre-blinded by It and figuring how I can agree with the judges who judge, I can’t sit still!

Bourbon, whiskey, rye, gin, vodka and my kool-ade for the masses, ready to drink ‘til drunk

Amazing that I can still talk about it in a cogent fashion, regardless of my emotional intent

I hope that helps the analysis in some small way, a byte or two better than before is fine

Eras and periods of the ions means the infinite appears that way only to the finite stop sign.

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r j j stephan, i { #IllPlayTheBluesForYou }

c. August 10, 2018 Friday @ 8:88 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Joe Bonamassa #IllPlayTheBluesForYou “LIVE” #fromTheGreekTheater on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/qoX0Olfqziw }

W.W.A.R.D.?