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A LUCKY STRIKE OR A CAMEL?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 8, 2019

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Smokin’ hot, bees of honey in a black label, drunk in a twilight zone’s open wood-fire, I do

I don’t every time things appear to be going south, not my intention to be ignorant, ignored

I cannot do what I haven’t been programmed to do, ethics, morals, knowledge of evil’s God

One suddenly spunked into mitosis of the DNA, a fortunate son and wayward wife’s hotrod.

Under 9.2 in the 1/4 mile, on blacktop made for traction of spinning, burning rubber’s light

In utter darkness and malicious intent of an invisible terrorist, stalking the innocent at night

Eating, defecating, blowing hot air out of the posterior canals of foul stench, dead, used fuel

Taxi please or an UBER quote, get me to the airport before my flight departs for a liberty bell.

Periodic tables and algebraic equations to illustrate the nature of Being and the star, Sun

Father, mother and sister are another story for the nature of being a moment in Time’s fun

Pretendin’ that everything will be fine in the scheme of things will work for a while, it’ll end

Even if just a second before your last breath, it’ll present itself as the Truth ‘round the bend.

Look deeply into dark places you can find inside or outside a godhead, timing is everything

Peanuts is funny, the rest is history, grilled onions and extra well done on the cow pie thing

Bon Voyage to the minions who await the return of US mail to the address of a peppy skunk

Filing for the absentee parents, the motherless children survive, they’re behind bars, drunk.

To make sense of it all and bring all of the pressure on proving that knowledge is the Truth

A philosopher and a mystic have a chat in a chat room on the internet, metaphysics in sleuth

Fait a complet, it’s a wrap and there’s nothing that any human on Earth can do about a whole

If you’re alive or will be soon, get the info/data on the nuclear bomb/missile, in a black hole.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, January 8th, 2019 A.D.

{ drafted listenin’ to top 15 #Cat commercials made to laugh your arse off, link @ https://youtu.be/DOyaP4Kr8R8 & #WARTheBand link @ https://youtu.be/gSQAlfyaKyc }

 

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#WhatItIsLike #WhatItIs #SomebodyTellMeToo #SoundOfPain #OohAhh #OohAhh

SHAME AND THE TAMED MANE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 6, 2019

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It’s alright to be here and now with the remnants of civilization, terrorist’s love of a Scratch

Layin’ and swingin’ in a hammock, wide awake or in a deep sleep in a waterbed’s cache cow

Got laid out after I got laid with a boat-full of #Kauai leis and goose-down creature comfort

Periodic tables and analytical deductions to feast on, nothing is better than the here and now.

Birds and bees gave my father the chills of this short life, he told me that x’s & y’s play robots

Lookin’ for the best ones who make each of us smile wide, a happy pleasure gift, oh my mama

Into the adult and the phase of machine strain and breakdown, drift away into the Forgots

Thinkin’ of things we’ve done and what we’ll do to carry on through this insoluble dilemma.

With a stick, a rock or a blade, a bullet hole or a slice of flesh, our meat is USDA quality #1

For no other reason than we’re lucky, nothing eats human beings, cannibals are an anomaly

Yet other species of animal eat their own, relatives or strangers of the same species, yes son

Not my fault, I’m just a drifter livin’ a dream, nothin’ but me on my own, looky here, I see!

Outside cosmic stew where even the Grateful Dead fear to go while still kickin’ in the barn

A veritable void, an absence of matter, not even one atom, no dawn or eve spun myth yarn

Something for everyone and Nothing for nobody, that is where the ball bounces, a punk scam

Cheating you out of your money and your turns to become rich and famous, holy God’s dam!

All of those tobacco leaves giving me the time and changing the dangle, a wobble of star dirt

Kicked by my own boots when I was down on the ground, kicked my own arse, lost my shirt

Dipped, smoked, rolled my own or stoked a pipe for a whiff of dead sailors’ Earth, 7 salty seas

I’m a model of universal Space, recallin’ old, bloody days? Timing’s everything, more please?

Forsaken purpose for being alive and surviving the struggle until the bitter end, I’m Cali-Eyes

Hippies and gurus playin’ the game without tellin’ anyone the punch line to the cosmic comic

You are all, everyone of you, alone, both now and forever, go away and come back, a God dies

Without an apology for losing immortality to daddy’s skin, bone, smoke and mirrors schtick?

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 6 janvier 2019 à 10 h 10 (heure normale du Pacifique)

{ drafted while listenin’ to Kid Rock #Bawitdaba on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1OrNS2zbTZg?list=PL23CAdoO_Fp-XXplpjfbHWyJF_4GV-OlG }

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#HolyChasm #MindMatterAndYourMama #DrHook @DrHook #DoinNineToFive

CHASM IN ONE’S SCHIZOID MINDS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 5, 2019

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Enough is enough and too much is too much, not enough and who gives a flyin’ hoot, man

Who is obtuse other than all of the others, the ones who you are not and never will be, One

Not because it is their personal desire or will to be the way they are, the human being fun

Just because you think you’re so pretty with that empty drink, blockin’ the #FakeNews, son.

Dreaming when you’re in a deep sleep, about how it’s going to be, in a long or a little while

You never know what tonight or tomorrow might bring in front of your consciousness’ pile

Baggage carried whether you like it or not, it’s a robotic program from childhood, orphaned

Mothers and fathers of us all die and get burned or buried, some sink to a bottomless Mind.

Hay is for horses, my mama used to say when I’d yell, “Hey, mom!” Flashback a baseball hit

I needed my uniform but I forgot to put it in the hamper, so it was green grass, stained sweat

Became The Way to practice, pedalin’ rubber side down on a two-wheeled, red Schwinn bike

Streamers streamin’ the flow of sense and nonsense to conflagrate the the rockin’ roll psyche.

Perfectly in tune with the notion of motion in the ocean, first moving H2O and C6H12O2 #Ra

Into a hodge podge of menu-do from cal-zone and minestrone leftovers, oh #PeggySue DA

Sung loud and clear from the Halls of Montezuma to the Shores of Tripoli, evil Adam’s spin

Wars historical, battles on rock gardens of queens and kings, the rapin’ rascals’ of Eve’s skin.

Your soul and my heart misbehaving into the emptiness of sweet, golden bee’s honey of love

Beatin’ knees and wings from dusk until dawn, comin’ into the sweetness as above, so below

She may be happy or she may be hungry but when she’s ready for the battle of chess to win

Fun and game no more, time and space are to use or lose, punks heads-up, get into the flow.

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r j j stephan, i { “[T]he only way to find peace and contentment is to stop thinking about yourself.” - #MichaelASinger }

c. Saturday, January 5th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Dr.hook Doctorhookah #WhenYoureInLoveWithABeautifulWoman & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bD0CSd6BM6w & #FooledAroundAndFellInLove by Elvin Bishop link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nvglqc3QYq8 }

 

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