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Friday, January 11, 2019

#BustAMove @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #PumpUpTheVolumeYall

SECRET METAPHYSICS’ FORMULA
Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 11, 2019
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Bigger than Labowski and smaller than a speck of cosmic dust, hair on skin’s TV bones
It is the way the things that move from within just do it, animated heartbeats’ radio stones
Whether they rock or they roll makes little difference, it’s the tide, the ebb and up-flows
Emergency? Take it easy, take your time, it’ll all end someday, you’ll all come to blows.

Having children is having future taxpayers who will pay your golden #CalNeva silver lining
Completed trip from the conception to the infection and termination of the boogie downing
All serious because it’s the way it is, no laughter, no recognition of a guilty conscience sin
Our little wing, Rams and Cowboys want to be the champion, a conscience of the nation.

Be prepared as the boy scouts of America called their BSA troop leaders out, Truth be untold
Demands of a pope and president to exile and terminate unelected nation leaders of the fold
A communal resolution for the border security, the POTUS will build Humpty-Dumpty #wall
One rolling egg fallen from above, shattered into One 1999 glass party, voided simpatico call.

An ‘x’ or ‘y’ in an equation of justice’s fate, DNA mutation from corruption, species’ extinction
We are not on it, planet eating, cows, chickens, fish, their milk, their eggs, flesh chopped Sun
Fun n’ games, serious business, attack or defend the vitality threat to you and Luddite bloods
Hydrogen fission Void, a Nihilism y’all consume, annihilated glass, wasted mass of demigods.

I’ve got some news for you and you may just find it to come in handy, way down a lonely road
Nobody gets the information when they want it but when they needed it, the metadata flowed
Blind faith in my glitches of fake ancestors’ logic and reason, conclusions, command of rights
Civil dialogue terminated, the Fabian socialists rule the roost, had enough, academic unload!

Cadre of bullies in the bowels of canine civilized training, the diapers, morality polls, ethics
All of the ways we’ve become ‘this here’ due to an accidental, cosmic faux pax, a fake news fix
That there magic’s the rest of the story, began with sound, a word, win pooh of abra cadabra
Cowboys, Words-Up a champion Patriots’ extinct Lebowsky, silenced teats,#Winning #Duh.

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r j j stephan, i { What is it that kills Big Lebowskys? SCUD missiles or Nothing at all. Except #Time at 4:30! ...yarn spun with the MD’s... }
c. Friday, One Eleven Twenty Nineteen A.D. @WhatTimeIsIt? it’s not late...it’s early... @4:30 & listenin’ to the #Luddites favorite music @Spindoctors  https://youtu.be/e86omL8uzks }
 ...when in doubt...think about it...W.W.A.R.D. ?

Thursday, January 10, 2019

#FabricatedBabble #PicassoWasAStonedJunky

HALF a PICASSO, DO it OVER AGAIN
Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 10, 2019
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Without me and without you there is nothing at all, believe me and if you don’t who cares
Six sheets to the wind and I know better than to say I know anything because I’ve got shares
Mothers of the homeless boys and girls had no husbands, no fathers and no brothers, no kin
No hope for anything except for another fix of something up the sleeve, tween the toes, all in.

Who wanted to give you a chance to make it the rest of your life? No holier than Man, lonely
Reality happens when you open your eyes and live alive in the present into the future, homey
You and your friends pretend and you hope your family kin are all wrong, no black sheep love
It always was what it is right here and now, I don’t get it, named thing, look out below, above.

Nuts and fruits, skin and bones to be above ground and below the sea level surface a twerkin’
Not just once or twice but an infinitude of times, ahead in the race counterclockwise trackin’
Party with food and drink to keep, your move in the boat goin’ all night long, pass a fifth Jack
Don’t need a shot, just two lips and an ice cold Bud by a glass’ bottle of bulletproof Blackjack.

Straight shot into the bullseye for the sake of the matter and energy that you can & can’t see
Talk with the language of the culture you’re lost within, makes your head explode into pieces
Forsaken and forlorn, it doesn’t matter how many stones you inhale, wine you imbibe for free
Hard work of reputations tracked into slander, offendin’ my psyche, backbone core freezes.

The day we die we’ll give it up but not a moment before, sorry you are always and will ever be
A matter of being, a figure of imaginary speech, linguistics and comprehension are the 3.14 pi
Joe and Jesus more than less, become the person of the year, as if there was more than one
Aliens ate all the rest, the bones and all, now this naked ape monkey must bring on the fun.

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r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, January 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Jonny Lang #RackEmUp & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7FHhDY2zmcg }

 
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Wednesday, January 09, 2019

@Underexposed @ricoSacto #ricoSacto


ALL GONE, SKIPPED SPACE & TIME
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 9, 2019
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Camel’s lips and tattooed hands of henna meet in dubious places in space, all for the humps
My humps, her humps all get atop the dromedary creating Andromeda infused data dumps
L.A. ladies and NYC hotties movin’ north to south from Chicago and on back to old CalExico
Mixed in exact order of explosion, first the outermost matter and then the nucleus of it blow.

Meeting with the dubious boss of the entire planet is silly, no meet or greet a queen or king
Son of a saint, a seamstress for a rock and roll band who traveled with Hubble’s Space probe
All of it y’all on a laser tape record player jute box, only thing certain is, ‘timing is everything’
Blown out pipes of exhaustion, rocked me to tears, shot hoops and diamonds on the ear lobe.

Tigers whether male or female do what cats do, kill and eat, reproduce and sleep and fight
Naturally it is what it is to be a cat whether in a cave, a tree or in a suburban cottage sight
Beautiful in the mirror of a blind man is as pretty as the darkness before atoms gotta blow
I ain’t drunk, I ain’t high, I’m educated to 16th grade, rest in peaceful history, make no foe.

I want to blow you away but if I do you won’t read this diatribe all the way to the bitter end
Where you’re meant to go but will never get to unless you keep steppin’ out, ‘round the bend
A lick means nothing other than you’ve got salt and bacteria on your palms and finger tips
Get over it gangsters, gold teeth and blood on the asphalt to look at my lost traces of ships.

Ones that sailed away in the night and never seen again on the face of Earth, I am one of ‘em
Not a reward but just a pathway down the center of the farm, the ranch or tiny town of them
Right down centerfield’s two-way street, caution, peaceful wind, blowin’ stops, mortal sinnin’
Grapo changed to vino at the right time, licked the henna off of camels, the pine & the wine.

One way or another, we’ll give them something to talk about one way or the other, huddle up
We’re goin’ right over the top into the end zone, there’s only ten seconds left, just get in step
One, hut two...hut hut...hike, passed, touchdown, we win, it’s a hustle for a thing camels love
To talk and to feel deeply in and out of it, I loved, I licked, eclipsed my solo flight, a cut above.

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r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday January 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM
{ drafted while jammin’ to the Eagles #Legacy #TheLongRun & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QyUW98ROjbk }
 
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