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GHOST OF MYSELF, LEFT BEHIND *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, September 14, 2018

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I didn’t know, scared, I’d just float away the moment after my last breath, inhaled the shade

Darkness came inbound and propelled my mother to climax into my conception, I got made

Not for any small reason and even though it’s not fair, somebody’s got to step up to the plate

If not you or me, who will do it to the One who is asleep at the wheel, dyin’ and done, fate.

Just because you aren’t immortal doesn’t mean you can’t live like every day is your last, huh

You know what I mean, just reminding you to do anything you want and try to be fair with all

Because the Karma will return to you twice as hard as the hardship you cause on others skulls

Not that the Way isn’t in the picture, down the middle path, from here to Nirvana in Tejas.

Now and then you wall into a rut and get used to the monotony of night and day just to sleep

Slumber a quarter to a third of human life from infancy thru geriatric catastrophic lover leap

Deep penetration down to the bottom of the beautiful, black hole’s singularity, divine infinity

I know nothing more than knowledge that I am alive, here, now, this is and I am a beauty.

I’ll bury the hatchet if I must just to show that I’m as serious as a Philosophy professor’s TA

Inside the deep purple of it all, I always try to light my fire and beg to keep it burning today

Every move I ever make every step I take, you’ll be watchin’ me and I you, too, scary rites

Space in this square cube, empty of atoms yet full of muons’ anti-matter bark, bitcoin bytes.

I’ve got some news for you that’s not really new but it’s an old antidote to media #FakeNews

Believe me and have faith that you will if you don’t already, that life is a short trip off a wire

Balance and the ability to recover gravity’s love for crashin’ objects at 32 feet per sec/second

On the way down, look and see what you’ve done, flashback the good, bad high school friend.

Round up all of the orphans in this world and send them all to Nirvana, just um, because

No other reason than to allow justice for the beasts who live in lit-up, dark shadows ‘buzz

All together in my mind and body, my mouth’s agape at the dilemma and I stand agasp

Eyes wide open, breathing in and out until the solar plexus phartz into a harmless parody

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r j j stephan, i { *Header’s my sister Little Queenie Deborah Stephan’s mime, couch surfin’! }

c. Friday, September 14, 2018 @ 1:11 PM PST

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to Madonna #HITS #LikeAVirgin on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/s__rX_WL100 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FabulousWhiteVarietalWine @JoesGarageAintHere

RENOIR RANTS, HIT A HARD HAT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 13, 2018

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That heartache ain’t hurtin’ no more, it hit me hard but the whiskey hit me you #Mother

Everybody’s gotta go sometime and it was my time to fly, so I did and I left you a feather

A token of my appreciation to have allowed me to escape the hold of Earth’s gravity soul

Now, I fly from peak to peak, tip top to apex of the penthouse’s glass ceiling/roof, a hole.

Impetus to fall and to fly before hitting the ground of being, now that is an angel’s dream

On being an angel that has no concept of life or death, I stand in a vacuum, playing #Cream

In the Sunshine Of Your Love, an Unmoved Mover becomes your origin into #JoesGarage

It is what it is, it comes and goes with the wind, an appearance is the existence of a mirage.

I know no more than I did on the day I was born to mama in St. Anne’s womb, inner Chicago

Filling up the tank with the fuel you and I need to do the things we do and don’t do, mi amigo

I’m a product of this culture and civilization, all the UFO’s are now identified, don’t you know

Fry your brains and bones in the incinerator of #AllThings, the sun star is God, F-bomb glow.

In a manner of speaking, computing, the ambiguity is intentional, to obfuscate the actuality

Reality in this cosmic debris is that it’s a comical revolution of the Cosmos. naked and raw

Google a naked conscience, confine your concentration to facts of life, a Void’s empty realty

Mythological Words, symbols of a prehistoric DATABASE, kick your arse with shock & awe.

I shall confess to no man who pretends to be closer to God than I, it ain’t my fault, yet I rant

Look up at the sky when it’s blue and when it’s black, when it’s clear that you’re insignificant

You will have become familiar with the wisdom of the philosophers of our genome, A-men

Coming to know, coming to orgasmic climax seem to be a yin-yang cosmic egg from a hen.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 13, 2018 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #Branding of @FrankZappa #CosmikDebris on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dp6LT2MdaPI & #DiscoBoy @https://youtu.be/PLTOc2TVAs8 }

 

W.W.A.R.D. ?
W.W.A.R.D.?

#DownUpSideways #InsideOut

{'his' Rico's muse}

SPACEPORT IN THE HIGHLANDS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, September 12, 2018

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If you can look in the mirror and see nothing but the skin and bones I see, you’d be shakin’

Got the dreams of the seventh sons right here inside the center of the vortex’s commotion

It’s all sweet and the best of the Good and it all came from a look in a fine girl’s eyes moves

Heartaches made no difference because the positives outweighed my own negative grooves.

It burned the whole way down after I chugged way more than a skunk’s last call for whiskey

Straight without rocks or chasers, down the hatch and jumped into God’s alternate reality

Space where nobody can recollect after they go there, remain there for hours and not expire

Death to all souls is #LastCall of night and day on Earth, a burnin’ moment to adore Hellfire.

Milk and homemade cookies full of love and dates, nuts and sugar, eating candy to get high

Not able to contain the reaction to the sugar from the 1950’s to the 20 teens, dropped a dime

Easier than water fallin’ over a cliff, I laid my five foot eleven frame over the spill, I did #fly

Went head over heels, tumbled over Niagara Falls and flew for the last Space of my Time.

Heartaches deep down in the soul can’t be felt from this place where I’m sittin’ just as above

No alcohol or plant burning required for decision to obfuscate the Truth, to be a lyin’ freak

Like rivers flowin’ down from the melted snow caps and rain of the plains, hearts do break

Hearts are weak organs, without rib cage protection, they can be broken in two, #FakeLove.

Here’s a philosophical gem for your unfortunate arse to muddle in, it’s a six foot four chump

Drunk as outlaws in a saloon after robbin’ the bank in town, spendin’ the money of workers

People who worked to save up for their dreams to come true get nothing, outlaws’ filth dump

Perfection and defecation are all that’s left from A to Z, you got this? I know, last call, BURN!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 12, 2018 Wednesday @ 9:11 AM

{ written while listenin’ to some HITS of random chaos Osborne Brothers #ShootMeStraight link @ https://youtu.be/cAAVj6nnIUs }

W.W.A.R.D.?