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MIDDLE ROAD’S, HOOKERS’ BED *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 28, 2019

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Who knows what may lurk in the mind of God, Zeus, Ala or One, Sigmund Freud Void

 Nobody but me is embedded in this ignorance, knowing the one Truth to try to avoid 

What it means to be man, a human, a woman, animated by an encounter of a third kind 

Higher powers’ system of language transmission tames savage beasts, keep it in mind. 

 

Apes, both the ones in the trees and the ones on the ground, were found by the astronauts 

Probes by instruments of humanity now know that there is more Nothing than first assumed 

In other words, the things themselves, the atomic amalgamations of star clusters is All of It 

 There is no grandpa creator with a white beard and bald head ‘up there’ or ‘down there’ kid! 

 

Understand that the ethics and morality of the cub scouts, the boy scouts was the DNA zen 

To comprehend the nature of obedience to laws that benefit the whole society is for Old Men 

Young men and young women only care about having children and having fun all night long 

 Providence of a Big Bang corresponds to the exact set of theoretic assumptions, a swan song. 

 

Usually when a word writer comprehends and incorporates this nature of the beast we are 

There is a sudden explosion of creative genius followed by a dull, unawareness of #FakeNews 

What we see is what we get on the rebound from “We produce everything, we are the Idea.” 

Now and then due to random, natural selection of recombinant DNA, eaten meat to diarrhea. 

 

Calculus and Trigonometry cannot quite equate the philosophy of life with the dots and lines 

It is what the Word is, the sound and the sight of the dots and lines, on walls, paper or dimes 

For a hundred years, plus or minus, we’ve come to mark footprints in the infinite sand of sin 

God’s Big Bangs put it all in a nutshell for you, sons of goddess hookers & Black Magic kin.

 

Bereave your missing out on life after death before you leave here and now, safer to fly 

Without the wings that fail you because they’ve got no feathers, a chimera of high hopes 

Out of this body y’all, that’s what you get, mouth agape and my eyes wide open to comply 

There’s nothing you can say or do about it except deal with it, stars, sun, dirty old dopes. 

 

Projected compromise between ignorance and enlightenment yields unidentified blows 

In a hooker’s bed that sleeps with the enemies of mine, all of them, everybody else but yous 

One caveat, you may be a target of the Power, of UFO’s or whatever rules POTUS’ blues 

Scapegoat for the power, hidden behind the Oz scenes of wizards, it’s just me, a red rose. 

 

by r j j stephan, i 

c. Monday January 28, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST *Shakira { drafted while listenin’ to a #SurpriseOfTheDay #WTH & #WTF didn’t they tell us? #Wormholes #TimeQuantum Link @ https://youtu.be/HdB7WUfAP50 }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

#LoverRollAwayTheStone #NobodyToTakeThePlaceOfYouBaby @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #Fresh #LikeASewerDownTheDrain

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GRAND CHUCKIE, LET’S ROLL!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 27, 2019

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Well now, it takes a real long time to get the daughters and sons to get here to bloody Earth

Then when they arrive, they go drivin’ on the freeway and dating, makin’ abort or afterbirth

Taxpayers and future jumpstreeters who wait for the handouts, give pints of blood-sweat fee

No daddies to tell them what to do and how to do it, no Charlie Browns in my street thuggery.

Conceived and born in a stall in a barn like Jesus, but couldn’t get to the other side of the tent

Where the camels breathe the hot air and breath of dead brains of the nomads who feed them

One hump or two matters a bit for the dromedary impudence, to be or not to be, my question

I have the answer and it isn’t delectable, it leaves a foul taste in One mouth, I’m a mortal sin.

I wake up every morning since I was awakened from the dream called, mom’s neighborhood

Daddy was there and then he wasn’t, he died or never really existed, mama was a virgin’s kid

Grew up in a convent where her father was a priest of the religion that celebrates God’s death

One soul in a human body isn’t what the divine created it to be, Romans killed divine breath.

Genetic DNA analyzed to see that there is a missing link in man’s code, my freeway onto hell

Unknown thing, a thing itself, what it is nobody knows but without it we can’t drop the pedal

We’ll never get into the cruise mode to approach the speed of light’s disappearance of the Old

This dimension of time, right here and now in this space on Earth, in the U.S.A., sweet Gold.

My mansion is a hovel to most, in a cave without windows, one way in and one way out, mine

Regardless of the tone of my wordplay or voice or a look on my Sicilian/German/Irish wine

My grandma called my contorted faces, male, ugly or bad but I didn’t know it from my view

Jumped in, gettin’ out the way, my mama was havin’ 5 more babies, grandmama was my boo!

Inside nothing that’ll keep you safe and immortal for eternity, all you got’s blind faith’s hope

One second after your an my last breaths, last pump of the heart beat, my old slippery slope

Not hard to know before you die but it’s hard to live, to be happy about being alive knowing it

Just go, get embedded in the train, All there is, God never was, pink Cadillac Is, this kitschy?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday January 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while looped to Aretha Franklin #FreewayOfLove in a loop link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/sD_MriSGa04 }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

#Secrets #FeelingAlright #Magic #Majique #Vamanos #HowFarIsHeavenAgain? #Chipmunks @BoysRoundHere

CONSIDER A SORCERER’S SOURCE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 25, 2019

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On the freeway or the turnpike or the highway or expressway or tollway, exercising my atoms

Movin’ the flow so it doesn’t slow down and die of being too slow, eaten by the hungry ones

Big teeth and empty bellies, claws and penchant for rippin’ flesh to shreds, get on your shoes

It’s all up to you and I how it’s all gonna go, turn up the tunes and drop the top, let us cruise.

Occult code of conduct from ancestors of #KublaKhanKlan, #Hammurabi or Annie Sullivan

Who they were becomes legend if it ever sees the light of day, must be livin’ right by the river

On a horse’s back, a bicycle’s seat, motorcycle brain bucket’s barred, free long hair flow, man

Leathers on arse and back, guns sunburned tan, lumped tattoo knots, a leather gloved hand.

OK, so found on the road anyway without a breath left in my chaps but I still see the traffic

Suddenly lights, sirens and uniformed, critical, flashing, blue, yellow and red lights aflick

Comin’ from the dead of the darkness of night, first in line is a point, a dot of an ink spot

Singin’ the songs of the sirens and birds of paradise, they looked nice from afar, so hot!

In this time in this space, your free will must adapt to the gravity of the wobbling globule

Wet mud, dry dirt, old star junk, burned out asteroid headed for the singularity’s crunch

No Big Bang except in the mind of the moonbeams, even when you’re copacetic, it changes

Nothing you can do unless you are the wizard of the magic spells, convocation alien fangs.

Try to get back on the horse and ride this one out, it matters that you jump right on in

Use your feet to walk or run, use your wheels to speed on down the freeway of eternity

Where the Earth won’t turn for you anymore, no more human interaction, a Dead Sea

Using the alpha and omega in the numerical abstraction, what’s burnin’ the sun’s kin?

Stars above, below and everywhere all around except millions of kilometers apart, a void

Try to tell me and prove that this consciousness you’re experiencing is more than a dream

Asleep is all I know, it’s all I’ve found that explains the bizarre facts of life, we’re an android

With all of the Time in the world of Space, let’s roll until the last stand, it’s comin, SCREAM!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Friday January 25, 2019 A.D. @ 9:62 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #FreewayOfLove ala #Queen Aretha Franklin again with her 2.5 million minions, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/sD_MriSGa04 }

W.W.A.R.D.?