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IT’S NUTHIN’, WHAT D’YA THINK? *

 

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Wednesday, September 26, 2018

 

You may or may not follow a deductive or inductive argument in favor of skepticism’s Id biz

Checking it out, the situation you’ve been in for years and years or just a few minutes, in debt

Makes absolutely no difference if it’s a hundred years on Earth or One day, this is all there is

No heaven and no hell to entertain your hopes and dreams about the fear of terminal death.

In a word or in a dream behind your eyes, this passes for a nightmare with beliefs full of scat

Seduced by the offers of the phantasmagoria, one foot in front of the other is just not enough

Ready to jump out of a skyscraper window because the building is burning down, it’s smokin’

To fly for the last time, without wings and smash into the ground, 208 bones and blood splat.

You may or may not follow the deductive and inductive arguments in favor of skepticism’s Id

But I know that you don’t know like I know what’s so deep in my soul, with the gold and lead

Awaiting consciousness transmutation, back into the precursor of my accidental conception

Assuming without a brain, devoid of a mind, no conscious awareness, a Nothing soul, a Sun.

If the sun fails to rise or set, Earth will die, the entire universe and God itself, depends on US

Thirds stone from the sun with a satellite blue moon, everything dies without the solar terms

Politics and Economics are not the concern, it’s my concern to survive the viral hostile germs

Part of the hole’s a sliced piece of cake, you will be exiled from paradise on a greyhound bus.

Alright this may be It, all that she ever wrote and left in the archives, buried in the cold caves

If the stars align, you may see a meaning to life before you die, pray before someone else does

Appearances are everything, timing is everything, without the appearance in Time, we’re air

Nothing without the forms and shapes of the matter, Energy Void in a Vortex, I don’t care.

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r j j stephan, i  {* the header is my #Muse who moves the thing I sit upon! That’s all folks!}

c. September 26, 2018 AD @ 2:22 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to the Everlast #SmokingAndDrinking & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/mYGGfK4bqVs }

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 25, 2018
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Was it something I said? Maybe it was something that I did to you? Did it hurt? She dines

It’s like there’s nothing more important than getting some food to eat, like it’ll kill me to go

I like to stalk and play with the game before the suppertime, my shebang of cattery of felines

Got to hunt for the mate, she awaits the return with the game of her choice, oh baby buffalo.

Mothers don’t want their young eaten just because there was no self defense, so mothers kill

Kill the predator and leave it for the buzzards and jackals who love to pick at the dead stuff

Miracle is that there is anything alive left on Earth at all, the voracious appetite to eat itself

God and Jesus, Buddha and Krishna care less about Zen Oneness than I, they’re all D E A D.

But I’m still here and now giving the low down on the down low with the boys and girls in bed

Places we’re born, on ground floors of hospitals’ O.R. or in a cave in a Sp/Fr/English sinkhole

On the West side of the Pacific or Atlantic waters, men and women reproduce little Cisco kids

Poncho and Diego met down at the border, WAR began at holy Rio Grande, outlaws gotta go.

In time, this too shall pass beyond the mud, the blood and the beer in your gullet, set to bust

It is as it always was and always will be, with or without me here and now, we’re all gonna die

I’m here to say that, it was my job, my life’s only reason for allowing my being in the sawdust

Less than perfect at bit or two, yet I am the only game on the page, a black cat paw’s on a fly.

Playing it again for Sam won’t do any good, Sam’s got to jam on the 88’s until the cows come

The light’s just past the total darkness embedded deep in my soul, my spirit, my mind’s numb

I slid into home, head first, hit the bottom, it turned out to be the top, yo, what’s it all about?

Nowhere else to go where I am not, I am all of this everywhere, I’m blinkin’ lights, I am Out.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 25, 2018 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ written listenin’ to #WARtheBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/P0oUXbE4G2w }

RJS #MONEY

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