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 I DESERVE A WHISTLE, OLD MAN

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 26, 2018

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Ice cold beer and straight Black Label gets into the boys’ and girls’ skins behind iron curtains

Battles and wars of wills, nobody backs down or gives up light, only the living kill, Fire stings

Freezing on the hot side of the Earth and burning on the frozen side, it’s what a star reasons

Dead and gone, a lost cinder in the scheme of atomic things themselves, microcosmic beings.

Fire and light are all there is, without them life doesn’t animate on planet Earth, a zero sect

From the original burst of energy, a Big Bang and a Silent Whimper become Cause and Effect

Nowhere to run, nowhere to reproduce the DNA ad infinitum in the middle of heavenly soil

Utter complicity with the deceiver of the common and complex, I am here, now I am loyal.

To the father, to the son, to the daughter and the mother from which acid bursts, gods at war

Spinning and wobbling in circles without any reason for being there, just because, that is all

To search the observable, record-able with the tools of the trade, humanity’s straight razor

So be fine, live alive without being two, three or more, all alone in solitary dread to the core.

Function of the metric measure on the number lines of two dimensions produce a 3rd & 4th

On the 5th, whether it’s a full quart or a milliliter less, spiritual flight of the soul’s folk lore

Bird or anything with wings to defy the gravity of the hysterical graves, dug in haste’s odor

Deteriorate and create the things that perpetuate the moves of Mercury’s twilight zone door.

I’ve got your attention now or maybe not but the issue ain’t me to be or not to be, it’s all you

Been the end and the beginning of the lines that go parallel or cross-cross their paths of “Do”

When “Don’t” is the WORD of the day, learned is adaption to change quickly before removed

From thee to thou and there to here, now and then you make a move, being at one, unmoved.

Sudden death and an unexpected accident of Time’s Space conjunction in a parallel junction

Deep in a canyon and far out of a universe in the Void of Being’s mighty surgeons cut of One

Not just one of the ones but The One, you are at least reading about the facts of life for once

Adapted adoption of the machine that I am, I whistle to warn my prey, I’m a loaded six-gun.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER XXVI, 2018 AnnoDomini

{ drafted while listenin’ to 94.7 WLS-FM on the web link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/947-wls-5367/ & listenin’ to some Daryl Hall at Daryl's House Club & The O'Jayslink @ https://youtu.be/BzWRT-PAGQk }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JingleBellJive #RightTimeToRock #RideInAOneHorseSleigh

MASSIVE TIMES IN CLEARLIGHT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 24, 2018

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Handling with care was never an option in the middle of grim chaos, you don’t care though

So, no harm, no foul, continue the dream without a thought of makin’ any messes, holy O

I think and therefore the logic remains to be seen, whether it matters to God or man’s face

Treachery and forms of Matter’s marvelous substance as such, is All there is in empty space.

Another pretty face won’t move the unmoved mover an inch to the right or the left, at One

Nevermore in two or three split personalities which swim in chaos, lovin’ the insane fun

Without any regard for the doing unto others golden rule, consume the food, lick the hand

Like a hungry dog lookin’ for a master, someone to hunt for it’s food to cook in a dead pan.

Mother of all bombs will put a dent in the cement down to the core, reverberated brass bells

Ringing up the total of the cash and the charge for the things created to be destroyed in jells

Holiday virus ready to re-ignite the Earth into a Pulsar, White Dwarf or Snow White no doubt

And how the Time and Space works it all out by itself without my help, hey, it’s not my route!

Formulated the matter into tiny cells of atoms’ electrons, neutrons and protons, for A-bombs

H-bombs and #Neutrons ready to trium the Earth into a Pulsar, White Dwarf FeFiFoFums

Just because that is what matter does, it burns and has no ethics or morality, Ra, Jesus, Sky

Faith-blinded black-light in dark rooms without mothers or fathers to feed upon, Voided eye.

Picked and plucked because the Time is up and it’s all goin’ down, from above and below me

Spatial dimension of a warped shape at the mercy of gravitational and centrifugal forces’ tea

Wake up call for dead bodies’ souls buried, burned, drowned and blown clear to smithereens

Yuletide attitude, tip God’s DNA, melted blood and bone’s fate, frosty snowman exit scenes.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 24, 2018 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ written listenin’ to some fantastic Frosty's Christmastime Lounge link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/iheartchristmas-4596/ #NorthPoleRadio on the WEB @ here’s a link to #NORADSanta #trippin on the #lead #RudolfoTheRedNoseReindeer @ https://www.noradsanta.org/ )

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GettingLuckyTonight #RedSoloCup #ILiftYouUp #IFallDown @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

BRAILLE OL’ WORLD O’ #SittingBull*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 23, 2018

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Blind expressways and narrow turnpikes from Hades to Nirvana, ORD, NYC to LAX n’ back

Massacres happen and then they’re forgotten, recollect memory is a faux-illusory tool, Jacks

A modification of the original creation of the genome, nightmare of an old freak falling asleep

In love, maybe only with Broadway.com gods, priests, monks, nuns, clergy and black sheep.

Unconscious due to the knockout punch from the knuckle sandwich of my dad’s fist, I say!

Not because of any small notion or belief in a blind man’s bluff but due to the nature of Day

I mention the Night as an obfuscation of the beast within, mighty spirit infused black knight

From Virginia to Idaho the #Rushmore rocks crack into a hundred million points of the light.

Freedom of never choosing the way your feet walk, a foot in front of another to a step beyond

Safe landing and on to the tarmac, legends of Great Human leaders into a twilight zone pond

Watch out yourself, wobbling axis, history of hungry Vikings, Krishna, Buddha gods on drugs

Answer, bones were a being alive, middle of mama’s maggots and for bloody ancestors’ mugs.

Over and above the blue or cloudy, smokey skies of the land and sea, there is where you’ll go

Not even one moment after your final gasp of oxygen, nitrogen and hydrogen, Nicolai blow

Puttin’ the Tesla Factory on the moon, employing thousands of people to reincarnate DNA

That is the nature of this beast, where the RNA becomes the code for the One returning Gay.

Loving the men and the women all the same, that’s Gay right? Well, maybe not for the divine

Maybe you ought to find a comfortable place to sit back and relax, maybe have a glass of wine

Download our recollected survival mode, a hundred years here twirling an acid-holy LSD sky

Truth modified with sounds, fury of a mad mind-blown fathers’ mothers’ history’s Will to die!

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r j j stephan, i { *header flick is the top mind of Sittingbull Bullies, #SittingBull walkin’ tall head-shot! }

c. FREEZEMBER 23, 2018 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

{ drafted while listenin’ to #TheBoss, Bruce Springsteen, #GilletteStadium, Foxborough, Massachusetts 09/14/2016 link @ https://youtu.be/r42oGK-8lDY }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?