P H I L O S O P H I A

Thursday, February 21, 2019

#BARNBURNER #STRAYCATS & #HEAVEN

A FELINE TAIL, UP, UP, SAMMY XO*

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 21, 2019

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You never know when the sky will wall down on your bonehead skull, when it does, y’all folks

It doesn’t hurt when it burns, it just is a shockingly quick exit from the DNA, dogs, cats’ skit

Point in any direction and it is clearly out of here and now, where it is, that’s the cosmic jokes

You can count on my laughs when I “get the humor” therefore, I’ll never laugh, I don’t get it.

All of the days and nights you live without the Earth, that’s the rebirth, prebirth’s sissy face

For the sake of the Time and Space you’re in to discover the pattern of nothing but Space

Using the movement of the thing within and without us as the measurement of the Time

Pretending the foolish philosophy of writings on rock walls and dirt floors, undersea slime.

You and I ought to know for certain before our last breath, what Life’s all about, faith #Fade

It’s an old cardbord #BoardGame we used to play, like #MONOPOLY & #SORRY, we played

We won and lost and sometimes just gave up after a few hours of trying to monopolize a fjord

You really weren’t sorry, you knew some would turn into checkers on a squarepants’ board.

Pyramids shield the feline spirit from the empty and holy sand piled up to a South Pole apex

At the tip, just above the top, I fill the grooves and play the music with my diamond stylus sex

Who can see over yonder, beyond the ignorance and naivety of babies, abused and forelorn

Turnin’ from orphan into a feline punk’s prison fodder for US taxed workers, Love Laurax.

Once or twice you get on the plane, boss but this may be the second and last time to #Rock

Every moment and second that you cannot hear ticking because it’s a guilty conscience lock

Nobody gets into it or gets out of it alive, it’s all of the dead star stuff, animated atomic flaws

A caring man looks into the black and blue and sees blue on the black, rockin’ rhythm paws!

r j j stephan, i { *honor our superNATURAL KITCAT who ate mighty mice! HOME! SAM!}

c. February 20, 2019 A.D. @ 00:01 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the @StrayCatsBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ldMViCzHhEo

W.W.A.R.D. ?

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

#GoAwayBoyYaBotherMe #ChickenHawksRule #FoghornLeghorn

WTF DOES THAT MEAN? #PIA *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, February 20, 2019

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You and your ilk are fortunate that I don’t like to eat people or you’d all be extinct

Me and my species’ predilection is for the shrubbery grown out the dirt’s sewer sink

Utter satisfaction with the present because it is what it is and there’s no changin’ it

Not even a beautiful, smilin’ human face could crack the ice on the stone cold #Pink.

Fresh flesh, flush with the corpuscles of the muscles given from atomic fission, a Cell

Invasion of the alien force that triggers the acid to replicate it’s code and piles of Hell

Pumps of air without effect, nothing can affect the process, it’s radioactive, DNA I dare

Everybody knows what it means when the angels come and say, “I’ll take you there!”

Music, sounds of beats, back and up behind, way down to the middle of your bones’ fame

Where no light ever shines, nothing is known intimately, there is no more playin’ a game

Rules of the game are the same ones they downloaded at the beginning, home in the ZZz

Maker, creator, Unknown X factor, taking credit for an accidental crash of heaven’s bodies.

Conceptual analysis is The Way to discover the crease in the bilge of nonsense, full of ZaZen

On the nature of being human on an apparent sphere of experience, soon a mind’s forgotten

A Plane of Time and Space dimension, real &/or imagined, nevertheless, what we’ve all got

It’s the thing itself, the noumena of phenomena, our purpose for being, why we’re hot to trot.

If the innocence within you cares to survive, drop this page, pretend you never heard, blood

A day before your mother conceived your father’s wanton splash of immanent domain, kissed

Blessing Center Void, a Singularity in the middle of a Black Hole, love’s what I got, collapsed

Adam’s fault, just the way the ball bounces baby! Carbon monoxide, naked apes, Zeus’ gods!

r j j stephan, i { *header is the Gorilla swagger-bust from the #SacramentoZoo }

c. February 20 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Fergie #TheTime #BlackEyedPeas & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JwQZQygg3Lk }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GrandJuryHearing #WhatWouldAynRandDo #WWARD

COMEDY OF A TRAGEDY, #KITKAT

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 19, 2019

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In a play on a stage, life’s the same up there as it is down here on the ground, oh man

There is no reason or rhyme to the notion of being alive in the centerfold of nowhere

All there is can be summarized by blind faith in an unknown force of Death, I’m a fan

Printed words on paper, signals from signs and sounds of village voices’ somewhere.

I will admit to nothing except being incapable of ascertaining the day before crashed atoms

Inside of the darkest place and only place I’m actually from physically, mama’s blessed heart

Impotent within my own soul, to become a man/geist with blind faith in fatal, rock phantoms

Pyramids, skyscrapers, cathedrals, underground tunnels full of stalactite #Trump anomalies.

Let us add to the side of the hill with the POTUS rock heads of S.D., Donald Trump 2020

In a whirlwind of trinkets and #FakeNews cosmic stew, forget while awake, dream plenty

You may not come around again, the only chance you get to do what you can, Time is nigh

Without warning the quest may be cut short and ended before the mission’s complete, die!

Life is a bit more brief than a child would guess, to know death, you gets what you deserves

A look deep down into the psyche of mankind, the evolved #Fakeape without crust on toast

Few exceptions available from an historical record and none from the saints, all Divine pervs

Private functions obsolete, dying thinkin’ a ghost can be a soul without Earth, prebirth ghost.

Health and disease two sides of a flipped coin, to be feelin’ good or bad, a Lucky Strike drawn

Heads or tails, one way or another, it’s a 50/50 chance you’ll guess the correct landing pawn

If you lose, you pay in silver, if you win, paid in gold, the way of a fox. see if love or hate floats

Stray cats and cool cats, nose in the files to categorize-alphabetize the forms, doctorate notes.

r j j stephan, i #DoNotStartARiot #JustRememberThat #LoveIsWhatIGot #ComeBackToMe

c. Tuesday, February 19, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Sublime #LoveIsWhatIGot & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0Uc3ZrmhDN4 }