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HISTORY OF THE BELT, FEAR DADS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday January 13, 2019

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Suddenly with the blind faith of the followers, good riddance to the leaders’ deep state herd

Punks now in charge of the rules and regulations for the Many who can’t live, a mere nerd

It’s the nature of the beast where you blow up the house and the house loves you for a scowl

They want an encore and another until after midnight, when the coyotes and wolves prowl.

Switched the buttons to the way of the warrior not the fearful of knots that kill the robots

Check the pulse and there ain’t one, no beat of any heart that’s not there, no machine slots

At the junction where the dependents ask the leader for more because they’re starving now

Fasting anything for breakfast, lunch or dinner, a fat cat fantasy, found grace in a holy cow.

Leftover barbecue and food for thought remains from the philosophy of the bleached blonds

And the salted beard intelligentsia fresh out of Oxford and Harvard, consciousness in bonds

Not knowing that you and I are the only things that matter in the universe, we slight our self

That’s a learned behavior and here’s an amendment to the Rights, grown from a cell to en elf.

A gangster lean to the darker side where the orphans roamed, miserable, Evils ways’ ablatives

It’s all upside down and backwards so that you don’t realize that the Truth is about god booze

A thing itself, dead and gone, reflected in mirrors, dark seeds of smokey fire, dry ice’s knives

Stabbed and slashed at the end of the dream, goddess and god, greed of my blackened blues.

Traced packages of things themselves until they disappeared off of the electronic grid of gods

Permutation of the DNA in holistic, holy holes dug by hand-held hoes that dig this gig, bloods

Listen up now, be careful what you desire, since it’s your mojo, it appears ugly, like, you dig?

#Intent #Dreamer, as long as digestion lasts, ol’ #Jack’s legend just an invisible master’s rig.

White lightening or black magical chanting, all ways lead to the final step up or down Matter

Energy, first and last time you and I can recollect all of the stumbling and falling down here

Skinned the elbows and knees, antisepticized from the grease and grime of the gin and beer

All over the liquid dreams, magic spells on barroom floors, over and out, captain-chief-father.

I said it before, I’ll say it again, don’t forget, remember yourself, factoid now that God is free

You should have pumped it up the first time you heard it ‘cause now when I repeat the scree

All of the magic spells cast will be shattered and dogma will have consumed naked truth blow

Company bones to show, stalkin’ pure red blood in a puddle of blue blood, OMG, E I E I oh!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, January 13, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #WhiteNoise inside the cranial vacuum within and listenin’ to the The Stylistics #IWillLoveYouAlways & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oS9wuhLpwOQ }

  

W.W.A.R.D.?

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ONE, ONE-ONE, ONE NINE, PIZZA! *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, January 12, 2019

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This only happens once every century 1-11-19 ever since I don’t know when, presence bawl

Pretty mamas all helpin’ me wonder where they’ve been hung so long and then, that is all

I couldn’t get rid of them, they were like, well, like stink on the shat, crumbled aster-crepe

Stuff you cannot make up, the pretenders are legion, ruling us in midnight’s blues, asleep.

I am paying attention and I am waiting for the other shoe to drop, copy form to git-some

Knowing tht the dream is a dream in a dream is three things, not a lonely matter, my son

Starting from the beginning at the get-go where everything comes from me, lies sun cum

Star, white or red dwarf, down to a singularity where a black hole’s what we’ve all become.

Pernicious patriots and idiots of the bounding mane, short of the dream’s climax, this Force

Blind eyes wide open to the blaze, the burnin’ atoms of gas creating a neutered Zeus’ #TicToc

Holy and a harbinger of the way it used to be and never will be again, present trinity divorced

Cheeses, cheesy slush of cow and goat teat milk, on top of my head’s magnetic, gravity block.

Defined lines of thought, deductions from inductions of my incorporated, sky-high spirits

From one more than too many, we animate the songs with lips and tongues, native chi-lights

Long hair and strings pluckin’ redbones of the natives who came before Vespucci’s barbwire

Among the children who’ve grown out of the spawn of the dead braves, drunk on water’s fire.

Love in or out of the plane, roundish faces and spiked teeth of the species’ main vine, oh Ga

On ponies or motorcycles, the dream is the same, kill the living for the food, thank ol’ Zapata

Pretenders and serious leaders of people who do a blow hard job on the microphone hot-wire

Insufficient but necessary pretense and post haste chaff, a bit of sunlight burn, I’m StarFire.

Divinity slipped and showed the no-peek hand, four aces, full house, trip queens or treys

Mindful of the Way that hominid peds must tred, giving, putting and taking gettin’ down

All for the love of the babies who grow into the minions who serve the TV and radio plays

Commercials to move the freight built from the divine inventions, a cup, a glass, a pawn.

It’s my business and yours is yours and I care but if you don’t share, It is OK, old bloke

Important thing to know is the thing itself and its essence, its form, its spirit, its smoke

When you can see the fumes rising into the sun’s rays coming down to fry your holy hole

The One inside your head, the One in your mind that you’ll never see or hear, Silencio!

Mama used to say she was gonna tell my pops when he got home from work, never, ever did

Good threat that I believed until she quit producing the idle sword over my ebony hothead

Flight into the future to the present, the here and now where I am, here and now you’re NOT

Just because you thought you were so pretty, now you cannot come and get it all hot, #Red!

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r j j stephan, i { *header ON FB page is the reaper, you know, that #OldTimer dude! }

c. Samedi 11 janvier 2019 Anno Domini

{ drafted while whittling and jammin’ to Redbone #ComeAndGetYourLove on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kuymTS9PoBQ }

 

FINIS

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SECRET METAPHYSICS’ FORMULA

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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. ?