#FurballsAndFootballs #ChooseWellMySon #RidinOnTheFreewayInAPinkCadillac

@IRONMAN DREDS, ONE BROAD*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 8, 2018

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Dead today, caput! A lot different from yesterday or last week, last year forever and a day Da

I have no horn to toot a blow and no eighty-eights to tickle or even pretend to make my R&B

It’s all inside of my head, that’s exactly what my dad and the professors said, Women are free

All something I’ve manufactured outta thin air, I got here and now, after I looked around, Ga!

I’ll be seeing you in and out of my light, all in my mind, it’s always been that way, sunshine!

Your love and mine came from the same blown star above, Supernova or Black Hole, as it is

I stared at it until I was snowblind but even without astigmatized eyeballs, you’re soulshine!

No angel wings on a spirit, a little smoke on the water is all, a supernatural, ultraviolet Fizz.

Cards played, dice rolled, number game guessed and fixed on the number line, God is a saint

All of them rigged to keep the #House afloat and taking from the ones who give willingly here

On the surface or underground, above and below the law, a hint at secret society’s #Warpaint

Comin’ up for air, digital rabble notions arouse UV frequency’s wavelength, attract NO fear.

Deep within my #FullLotus I am the One who was always here even if I am the Only One, eh?

Compared to the learning to read the words of the language of Dick and Jane, wisdom’s tools

To get the data into the stream of consciousness is vital to DNA’s survival of ultimate fool chit

Bang, bang, the bobber’s in the pond goin’ down & up, up, down, rowing a boat in a pile of It.

I hit spots when Time came to hit ‘em but it sure looked like I was gonna lose the pretender

Gone up in smoke or downstream, crosstown in the mainstream of the undercurrent’s purr

Kitty cat the origin of the universe is not, that I can tell you, I’m guessin’ I’m right, not left

Lettin’ you and me down easy before it’s too late, took the pain out of the hurt, now shift!

Just some knots grown out of your skull’s cowl, down your back to the grave, buried, burnin’

That’s all there is to it, no mystery in the books to read about and waste the oxygen smoggin’

Pork, fowl, beef, humane muscle and sinew and marrow not on the menu of Chaos’ fortune

Top animated bag of DNA, in form and matter, multiplicity of the solar, Big Bang Baboom!

Sit in the center of Nirvana or at the entrance of the Garden of Eden, Free Will is the Gift

You decide if you go out of your mind that you have nothing but Blind Faith in a stranger

Nothing but mythological sagas about filling the gaps of the Occult magic, Christmas magi

A god born to a human woman due to an immaculate conception, the Pope said it on high!

Where the rubber met the road, the sandals met the sand, the blood of God in a bin of hay

Where wise men feared to go, the ignorant men walked right in and sat down with #Scratch

Even when they had no itch, nice to know there was someone who’d paw ya, sista? Brother?

I ain’t #Ironman dreds, I know, I got a last kiss, the End’s comin’, leadin’ y’all ‘1’ to another.

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r j j stephan, i { *header represents #Oneness sittin’ in #Duality #OM #MAYA }

c. FREEZEMBER EIGHTH, TWENTY EIGHTEEN, SAMEDI @ 11:11 AM PST

{ What is your purpose? #Constant? #Space #NoPlaceOnThisPlanetaryObject & listenin’ to the Brothers Osborne #ALittleBitTrouble link @ https://youtu.be/M86rDSAsHE8 }

#DropTheTopBaby

 W.W.A.R.D. ??

#YouGotItInForMeToo #Abracadabra #PleaseAndThankYou

 

c. @FedEx #FedEx - #ABRACADABRA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 7, 2018   #HighNoon

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Rocked & rolled around Earth as long as I could with a bag of beans, boxed of me ‘The Kid’

Planet’s moon was my own space of God’s face, drinkin’ cold beer, whiskey, nothin’ I ain’t did

It's all like that, goin' up n’ down like the boys say, bobbers are in the pond, fish are all alive

Morality has nothing to do with it, there is no reason to get all crazy about it, son, gimme five.

It absolutely had to be there yesterday or you wouldn’t have c.FedEx’d to Oshkosh or Prague

Therefore the monster that has been created from a need to move faster, has begotten Plague

An astonishing attempt to extinguish the species genome meets with feigned hopelessness

It appears there’s really nothing at all to this life but tracking airbills endin’ heaven’s bliss.

Parents have handicapped children and non-handicapped children, they teach them the same

Right from wrong makes sense, wordup and all but eliminated the improbably and unlikely

Left with a reasonable deduction or an indignant attitude toward the holders of Truth’s scam

Chain of fools do what fools on the slide, slope from 30 to 60 degrees with moguls, I’m shifty.

Koo-Aid on the coldest third of September on record since the 1800’s, hits the spot of Truth

Where it hid was right inside the heads of preachers and saviors, just a grouchy tiger’s tooth

Koo-Aid on the coldest third of September on records, tapes ad cyberspace 1800’s libations

Vacation forever after workin’ for the golden calf and the golden Won for thirty revolutions.

Apes, snakes, worms, fish all work together to avoid the species’ extinction of God’s bloopers

Whether other planets in this or other galaxies have living things seems unlikely, oh, no fun

Out of the black or the blue, some discs and saucers will come from star-ships with troopers

Only the lonely know what it means to be alone in space, now and forever's All in, I’m at One.

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r j j stephan, i { #BlackKnightInShiningArmor & deal & just #Roll }

c. FREEZEMBER 7, 2018 A.D. #aDayThatWillLiveInInfamy

{ drafted while listenin’ to the NEW #ABiggerBang cd of THE ROLLING STONES #OhNoNotYouAgain & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Pr2v8vVTNnE?list=OLAK5uy_nJFrbicBFHnKmuTAOVSottPTRyAn09tEM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

TWO HUNDRED & EIGHT BONES on the stage OF FRICTION & GRAVITY @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

GOIN’ ALL PERISTALTIC WRATH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 6, 2018

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To the salute of all of our groovy girls, mothers’ dealers’ rapists, papas of my grandfathers

Without whom, we do not take our first or last spirit’s breath, news of fake fear down here

I play 2018 AD recordings of trumpeting blues of old Davis of Miles’ empty dipsy dumpster

For myself and the Others, cousins, sisters, brothers, I’m only a mighty wee-boy youngster.

Of the nature of our septic system, holier than a sewer’s ecosystem, I am a blind skeptic
Recycled after all is said a he last straights, dire ones tryin’ to get what you really want
From he exploding supernova big bang bong Verde leaf and stem, a wishing well font
Smoke's fire filling us with happy desire for static’s blue fire, in hell’s overwhelming sepsis.

Walk the Earth, on the hard filthy dirt goin’ down, gassed, choked, grey stud steeds
The softness of the liquid gas of Christ's mind and his OP Levi folktales of done deeds
In oneness, afar from the particles of matter preceding atom & the disobedient atom
Charm, the beautiful good, bad and ugly, play it again Sam, ad infinitum, #gitsome uh, no.

Playing the notes of octaves to the lone, irregular #FakeNews heart attackin’ code blue
There is nothing but what it is to be a human, just short of human, a mutated Z-chump haze
In my case, just a man, an outsider pretending to be under your thumb’s print, fight foo
To be an ape, god or man, one and the same, son of a son of son, Renoir artiste out-of-phase.

There can be no escape to your mother or wife, they’ll never guess what you know, forever
They comfort us because they love your night dream, when you’re asleep and never awake
But this factoid is far beyond their scope, your fear, beyond hope of good or evil, love to make
They can’t repair the riff of rainin’ dope vibes, full of the bloody energy on this 12th of never.

Bloody song of regret, of blues arranging singing in the atomic fallout, gold and silver reign
Hiding moon’s light and rays of the fired-hot sun, reflected con job drippin’ honey in my bed
Going home to mama won't work when in the fire, there’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Playing with fire, looking for that lost, total joy, cream dream of hard rockin’ sea of the dead.

F I N I S // #ExitStageRight

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r j j stephan, I

c. FREEZEMBER sEx, Two Oh One Eight A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST { drafted long ago in a #thumbdrive from #cielo, up above, so below, it’s alright now & while listenin’ to Prague, Czech Republic #NoFilterTour The Rolling Stones on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dsHObJnTKJQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?