#Chicago @Chicago @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #WTFYouLookinAt ?

WTF YOU LOOKIN’ AT? IWFYU *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, September 21, 2018

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Me? Oh my, you need to get a life or something, you can’t eat me and can’t catch me #Ho

Quit throwin’ the garbage in my ocean house, people are filthy, they could as least die young

Some do and some don’t, they stay too long on the planet’s surface and cause the idiot dung

Bad days ahead until the species becomes extinct, allows another species to end this world.

Do not try the trouble hooks with long leaders tryin’ to snag my effin’ fins and gills, do or die

That’s all that I know and that’s nothing more nor less than the masters of your universal lie

The One who creates everything, you, me, all of it, becomes what we are and forgets about it

Now, we’re stuck in ignorant somnambulism and defending the somnambulists’ dirty sheets.

I refuse to follow the sleepwalkers, I’m waking up with or without y’all, so if you love me, bye

One on one, always knew I was life’s wishful thinker, pretending that this ain’t a great, big lie

Some hereafter, after what’s here and now, kept a mystery and the feature of blind, faux faith

Proof in your mind’s eye, a mile beyond sunset’s horizon, y’all gotta date with the holy wraith.

Regrets and reparations I had and fulfilled the karma on the path before I left, yet here I am

Still not breathing, underwater and outer-space are no barrier to my prowess, did it all twice

It was a direction sign to get the highway that you’d see in my eyes, if you dared to meet ‘em

I am not tough, I am just a shade under an imaginary #OccamRazor and it’s ready to slice.

In the end, as it always was before the end that will be on the Time and Space dimension line

Unknown factors in the quadratic equation plugged in to get an answer but it’s never the One

One was not in or out of time in the Past, it won’t be in the future, Always Present, it is mine

Today’s song is yesterday’s action, tomorrow’s whitewashed history, we be, having some fun.

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r j j stephan, i { *header’s lifeless #Humunukunukuapuaua in the drink of the cyberH2O }

c. September 21, 2018 @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #SaturdayInThePark ala Chicago the band #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/aMl3vWGGJ7M }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LoveMeNowOrIllGoCrazy #SweetThang #MAHALO #WAIHINI #HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA'A #GoneFishin

I CRY WHEN YOU DIE, MAHALO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 20, 2018

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Glasses of Vino and steins of Brew ain’t gonna heal anything, so I’ll just keep a cryin’

Better than dyin’ I think, I am a survivor and I will fight to stay alive, amoral compass

This is my being, I am what I am, I’m not the spirit after I die, I’m not the soul, who?

Nothing further from the truth than my blind faith in Nothing but the Void, emptiness.

Deep down under, inside the core of the flame’s flash point, oracles come on your first date

Eventually you will recollect the symbols and go on to the light ahead, no turning back then

On the way, look both ways before you cross Wall Street via the Way to Valhalla-Hades’s gate

Your daughters and sons, mothers and fathers, cousins, countrymen, hu-mans, will God eat?

God’ll consume and devour Dead stars, our Sun, Earth, all planets, solar and galaxy systems

Sun won’t shine on my tombstone because I never had one, I own all of the rock underground

A pebble with a surname perhaps help the living but the Grateful dead could care less/more

On another hand, tears from heaven don’t hurt anyone since they aren’t real, heavenly #War.

ESP and extraterrestrial intelligence has no form and no matter down under the dome of love

This is all there is regardless of your silly hopes and semi-contagious dreams of empty shells

No good and no bad, no beautiful and no ugly, it’s all a Ball of Confusion, blown brains above

Divine drippings flow down off of the mountains, recyclin’ to the sea, ad infinitum dumbells.

One day before you were conceived, Ms & Mr embryonic DNA, angels flew away to Neptune

It’s not my fault so don’t shoot the messenger, I know you had higher hopes than just heaven

You wanted to sit at the right hand of a creator with no hands, why? Who knows, Wahine?

Tall drinks comin’ one after the other, the Black Jack D won’t stop with old white-haired me.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 20, 2018 Thursday @ 7:77 AM PHT

#Mahalo The Wahine Project { DRAFTED while listenin’ to some J BOOG #HearMeRoar #LoveSeason on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qXP_xykU8r8 }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShoNuffDoYouGood #EightToTheBar #BoogieWoogie

HOOTERS AND HONKIES, OH YEAH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan 

 Wednesday, September 19, 2018

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There’s a hook under the water and I’m trollin’ for the catch of the day, not Cod, no fish at all

When you know that you are the best women on planet Earth, badabing there it is, don’t fall

What you need is ‘the companions’ who get lucky and find solace in protection from chaos

Right now or later, right here or over there somewhere else, you are impacted by the Tao.

You and I know that there ain’t no justice at all for anyone who exists, nobody gets out alive

Story’s been told that when rigor mortis sets in, everybody scrambles to hide or burn you up

Look for a drainage of the blood into a sewer after eons of evolution from slugs sans slime

I am glad that you tried to rock and roll in your own way, words are all about the trials of us.

Full of everything that exists, the matrix, the cosmos, the thing itself as an Unmoved Mover

Immortality itself, is not a guy or a gal or a teacher or a student or a guard or innocent kids?

Essence of the flow within the DNA, the acid loves to be alive, spinnin’ in circles, big rocker

Birds on the ground and sky above down to the whale and plankton in the sea, it’s all there is.

Gone funky and wild as you wanna be, right place at the right time is the way to be, in synch

If you fail the first time, keep on truckin’ and you’ll get to the goal eventually with some luck

Hobnobbing between the herds only causes consternation among the selfless selfish beasts

No sharing in the places I hustle on my turf, you need to move on to the mortal-divine feasts.

Importance level at zero when the curtain comes down, I exit stage left and the world ends

With or without me it’s all the same, I’m yo’ mama, yo’ daddy, yo’ boyfriend or yo’ girlfriends

Without or with you it’s all the same, you’re an orphan picked up in a wreck on the side road

Raised to be as old as #Dirt, the way becomes an easy slide through Bronx/Brooklyn mode.

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r j j stephan, i

{ written while listenin’ to some Temptations #BallOfConfusion & HITS on youTube https://youtu.be/-9poCAuYT-s }

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