#FilibusterTuesday #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

THOR KNOWS AND AWAITS YOU

by

Richard Joseph Stephan -  Tuesday, August 21, 2018

 

Do not be a scared gambit little #Gambino because there’s only sunshine and blue sky ahead

Until the final swig of Tennessee whiskey, all drunk, CBD stoned, stupid cannibinoid dread

Death is an aspect of the cosmic consciousness between #Happiness and the empty pit #Void

How you get there and who you are when you deploy me uptown, bid and burned, I’m freed.

Cards dealt, dice rolled, down near the devil’s riverside playin’ stones, pebbles and hot rocks

For the last time, gettin’ drunker than a sober alcoholic with a whole keg to swill on the docks

Before we launch, everything is stocked, the boat is ship shape and we are ready to party hard

For no reason at all, the Truth hurts, I dusted my off my boots and you trumped me #Libtard.

Desperate men die just like the ones who live for a hundred years and leave an historical leg

For the descending DNA to stand upon and pretend that it means anything more than dregs

A flip of the switch and you and I are done with the breath and the animation of the haloscum

Saints and their nemesis, the humans and demons who evolved from a Big Bang’s doldrums.

Swaying in and out between the lines, over and under the ground, the water, the sky and Ho

Where nothing is left over from all of the matter that burned up in the furnace of my #Hello

When it was time, how it was done wasn’t as important as burnin’ smoke n’ shots in the dark

Reproduction of a genome for no reason other than, a force is not a choice, don’t double park.

A pint or cup will do if the quart or gallon can’t be had, it’s almost nothing to see, invisibility

A will to animate the inanimate objects through kinetic genetics or a physical shove, we to be

Knowing nothing’s close to knowing at all, #GetYourHandsUp, it’s a factoid in a deck’s stack

Robbed, fired up rolling thunder, muscles ripped, @Thor stole It and is flingin’ #Scat back.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 21, 2018 AD @ 6:06 PM #Mardi

{ drafted listenin’ to @Everclear #AMRadio & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hjg39XRkjVc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AppropoTalkOnTheStreet #NewKidInTown

  PECKING ORDER OF A MANDINGO

by Richard Joseph Stephan -

c.  Monday, August 20, 2018

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Even #SalvadorDali couldn’t be #SalvidorDali if there ever was one as in #FrancisBacon lore

Yet someone brushed the canvas and scratched the paper surfaces, whomever, genius ho-ore

Now on to the next function in the calculus, as if there’s ever an end to infinity, ad infinitum

#Ma in heaven be my witness with my #Pa in charge of the cosmic egg, where I come from.

Once or twice is one way to look at It, repetition of a lonely God you used to be, #BackWhen

In the olden days at the origin of the Cosmos, before the Egg cracked into galaxies of systems

Burning atoms of liquids, solids and the atomic gas of distinct molecular structure, the ZaZen

Impact into consciousness, ethical, moral values, Omni-Emptiness, holier-than-me flimflam.

You’re at one and the same time a moron and a happy bastard, daddy was a trick’s OBJ blow

Always on your shoulder, with a microchip of millions of dollars, a cache of debits on credits

Say you’re an uncouth, no account individual, pick a milk, homogenized style of dry cow teats

Big and yellow or black and small, possibly just an invisible, white-headed glow of my halo.

For the end of the space on this plane of existence to the end of the Time you have to breathe

Truth is Truth or it isn’t, always the right kind, going in and out of my head, dead gums’ teeth

Come with me to cold water, thirst’ll have you follow a leader, four hooves at back of the herd

Flys flying around the carcass of things that used to be, unburied, open-pit pile of spider turd.

That’s a bit strong for a speculative deduction from assumptions which have yet to be proven

Beyond any reasonable doubt is not the measure of the law, it’s the measure of a witch haven

Conjuring of spells, called Laws and Rules and the Means of Enforcement through Force, Sin

To engage the population in guilt for being alive in a free country with free speech, that’s Gin.

Self-defenseless, equipped with deadly force, to enforce self-defense vs. an extinct predator

An illusion becomes a delusion and causes an unwanted, welfare beast of a #Mandingo score

Run fast, jump high, grow big muscle in #Steroidal dysfunction, cut loose in a DMV groove

Roses move in dozens, all alone, in ecstatic display of being dead flowers, Unmoved, I move.

by

r j j stephan, i   { HEADER artwork is a representation of @DALI in perpetuity, IMHO }

c. August 20, 2018 @ 10:00 AM PST { #WhoDatMandingo }

{ written while listenin’ to the mighty Eagles #GreatestHits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/--rAINTn2TE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ANTIOXIDENT #TheRaceIsOn

INNERSOUL, CRO MAGNON CAVITY

by
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN· SUNDAY, AUGUST 19, 2018
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Pick me up safety ball, with a new net for the whole set, threads from Italian forms

Playin’ both sides, winner and loser, in order to secure the confidence of One & all

Donned a bonnet of the being who claims humanity is the origin, evolved in a ball

Surface, underground and airborne because it is the Way of the Cell, Unmoved worm.

A peculiar place to be when you’re being begged to retaliate with deadly force, in error

Havin’ skills to penetrate to the heart and grab the breath from the one with flash fear

Of the nature’s force to repel evil and harmful movements, to have deadly force power

Holding it back in the readily recollectible bank of skills until required, to see and hear.

A perception and a conception involving the neutral observer in order to ascertain the gist

Of what it is to be a human, a man, an animal but not a plant, plant and animal consumer

Everything from the salt of the Sea to the tree sap and snow caps of Earth’s Man dreamer

Fallen to sleep, as if fallen from empty space or heaven above the dirty, filthy, cuff of a fist.

You get a hundred years more or less to discover and grasp why your mama killed me dead

Maybe he needed money for some food or a mating tool or just because of the idiot’s head

There was a bald, bloody head runnin’ inside that skull’s frag-bone, blown out black holes

Walked upright on all fours, two to walk the walk, two featherless wings, frozen, iced souls.

Thirty two teeth, sixteen in the upper and the same on the lower settings, all of ‘em fall to stir

Don’t need teeth when a human is a baby and apparently gumming food to death is OK at 68

A move or two at the right time in the right place is the difference between success and defeat

A purple mark right between your blackened eyes, embedded bullseye birthmark’s heartbeat.

Adam fell down here, Cro-Magnon man got buried underground, God’s got no swallow or gag

Threw down everything the universal magnate could conjure in a mixed-up black-magic bag

Apes swingin’ on vines, runnin’ on all fours, climbin’ limbs n’ branches like high monkey bars

It’s all about the bites n’ tears of the meat, the form’s DNA spurts, carnivore lies of lying liars!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 19, 2018 Sunday @ 1:11 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to #ACDC concert in #OaklandCalifornia in 1979 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/epSe9V5ngeo }

W.W.A.R.D.?