#TroubleTerribleTrick #DivineComedy of the #Overlord

TRUBBLEMAN I AM, GTFOH

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Tuesday, October 9, 2018

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JUMP! Out of your skin and bones comes this feature of getting the fools outta here

No reason for ever evolving or being created from the Void’s nothingness, Ra or God

It’s not my alter-ego’s fault, I didn’t program my behavior from the First Cause’s effect

I am merely a tool to move a few rocks while I roll from the past to the future edict.

Cheerful in specific, holy moments and such but totally aware of ignorant, beautiful yobbos

Comes with keeping your feet in the fire, nose to the grindstone with unrelenting, wee hobos

Consuming the nature and becoming nurtured by the maid in charge of flights up the steps

Until the day that hunting for prey calls the wings to launch in flight, blowin’ me, windswept.

Don’t let the portal between your mother’s and father’s worlds cause you to abandon Truth

Of the nature of your being, the Earth’s natural being in a solar system revolving, rotating

Wobbling around and around for no reason other than that’s what electrons do, creating

These things around us perceivable by the things inherited through the DNA of a wraith.

You will not be happy, you may be sad about the words you’ll hear and interpret meaning

Proof that what’s mysterious is what’s going on here on Earth, above and below’s warning

To stay on the straight and narrow path when it’s easier to take it to war, all the guys, dead

When you get to the end where rocks hit the roll, honey’s at the bottom of a tree, grounded.

Now and then, before and after One dies and the bag of bones becomes cosmic goo redux

Enlightenment occurs well before consciousness escapes and leaves the mind, aw shucks

It’s not that I have anything to do with the facts of life, I’m merely a messenger of lowdowns

As I launch from highness, I’m focused on air-kill lunch for eaglets, #TroublemakerClowns.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 9, 2018 @ 11:11 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to a cornucopia of #HITS after the Armstrong & Getty show from 0600-1000 AM PST; link to the #HITS like Grand Funk Railroad - Band #ImYourCaptain @ inspired me @ https://youtu.be/D295vdVGJu4}

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OnAMissionFromNeptune @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

ICE IN A HOUSE, SOLO CUP TO BE

 

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 8, 2018

--DEDICATED TO ALL SOULS DEPARTED FROM THE PLANET EARTH EXIT TO THE HEAVENS AND SPACE OF THE ORIGIN-- #STEPHANO

 

Socrates and Aristotle didn’t have any idea why Plato always wanted to argue with friends

But he did and he wrote the words down in a language he learned to speak in honeybee hive

We inherit these evaluations of the good, the bad and the ugly, all of the beautiful loose ends

I might die tonight, you as well, nobody gets away with murder and none get out alive jive.

You can do the boogie or the bug-a-loo or the polka or waltz, no matter, can’t move or blow

In a box or an urn, in a sealed manila envelope, either way, it’s spent, finished in a screech

Powder keg or wall of throwing knives comin’ at your face, nothing to hide, full disclosure so

Clickin’ drinks to celebrate freezing cold #ICE found to be our origin, the mighty dark Beach.

No fortune teller sayin’ where this man’s ten toes are goin’ maybe nowhere or far, far away

Pinchin’ loaves and pretty girls, all just smart and nice as mother bred them, oh aberration

It’s just a matter of this time moving on to the future, all men and women, daughter and son

Gettin’ ready for the boot stomp and lunch in a baggie, entered the gold mine, gettin’ it ready.

In the form of the matter we’re in, we’ve got to admit the mortality based on backwoods legit

A way of being able to defend and protect yourself and your family and friends, that is all of it

Punk rock to jazz, on to the ballads and the #Quiet is getting turned up to the highs of decibel

Smoke a little smoke, this is the right time for blues at the Silver Star, bump your empty shell.

Plato, Aristotle and Socrates began the main theme to my twenty somethin’ year old minds

Back in the 70’s.....the 1970’s.....historical record indicates I won, I’m still winning all kinds

Material and immaterial existence form the thought, empty Void of vacancy into A ZIP ear

Pure and vile, my Red Solo Cup, to be is to supply an infinite flow of Budweiser kegs of beer.

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r j j stephan, i {Back fr. Reno’s #ItalianFest, did NOT get an effin’ Cannoli, Italians ran out! }

c. ROCKTOBER 8, 2018 Monday @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Nickelback on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DmeUuoxyt_E }

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 W.W.A.R.D.?

#CloseYourMinds #BeAware #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

SONNY, WHAT DID I SAY?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Monday, October 8, 2018

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I know you know what you think you know, now where’s my #JDBlack , now then, what?

Study philosophy and religion of the ancient to the modern era and you become an i-robot

Repeating the same old rock and roll stanzas heard for thousands of years, monotony of Id

Expression of #Kryptonite itself in the form of a Superman Ego of a meek, shrimp or squid.

In your truck, your boat, your jet plane or spaceship, life appears as animation of a DNA flaw

Mistaken natural selection from mountains to sea, an incendiary wobble about a solar straw

Gettin’ sucked in, we know for certain yet it is highly probably the case that it’s true in a NYM

You and I are accidental conception, a result of the ignorance of real legends of HM Eminem.

Perfection in your eyes and ears. a distortion of the actual truth that none can ever see within

It’s all in your head, in your soul, in you mind and you won’t see the Truth outside of Berlin

Computers running your show and mine just to get a distorted buck of tweets and posts, duh

Argue for or against the nature of the beast and you wind up like me, being a beast alone bro.

Maybe it wasn’t anything I ever said, it was nothing at all except a figment of my imagination

The eyes have it all whether blind or 20/20 vision, it’s the insight in the outside, faded news

Your walls of your homes in the gardens of Eden and your fathers’ mothers who died in pain

Cream may rise to the top, but without a cork once the bottle’s full, it will spill and disappear.

Simple men mating with complex women of the 21st century, all injustice’s flame redressed

#NotYouToo is a growing number of men and woman, #Selfish #Egotistical fledglings of bed

Where their mothers and fathers conceived the #WrongDNA, no fault of their own, God Dam

A waterway that spills into the lakes and oceans moves the Hydrogen and Oxygen for s Adam.

Nowhere else to go and nothing to do in any case, in the void of the pyramid, 4th dimensional

Time’s Space is Sonny, my dad mix to yield the compound we all know as this “form of life”

In an urn right now until I bring it to the top of Mount Rainer and disburse his dust n’ bones

I blinked, the dream ends here in a species’ space, it’s said, it’s done, feel the blade, my knife.

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r j j stephan, i

c. October 8, 2018 Monday @

{ written in a somnambulistic coma from the drive down from Reno, Nevada Great Italian Festival, Eldorado Hotel Casino & while listenin’ now to Eric Church on youTube Jack Daniel's on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rq4DV7BID5U }

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