#HardHabitToBreak #Alright #Alright #AlrightAlready #CCR run!

....it's alright, alright, alright...goin' to the end of the line...
BLACK HOLE, MAKE IT RED HOT!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 24, 2019

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DNA of the living cell mutated and became what we are here, right now, in a Time stalk

Danced, laughed, skipped and jumped around the hopscotch chalk lines on the sidewalk

Brown eyed girls, blue eyed boys standing in the sunlight waiting for the rainbows to kill

Performance enhancing breath from the gas left over from the Big Bang, shot to #Thrill!

Beginnin’ at jump street where everybody joins the party, down in the incubator’s holy core

Closer to the heart than to the soul but inside the body, nothing is outside of the locked door

Emptiness before the hoses that spray the liquid gas upon the dirty and muddy fit-bit keys

Matter into a cosmic egg full of live/dead stars, ridin’ backward on pigs, my baby monkeys.

Around the blazing fire in the middle of the blackness of night, warriors come to get theirs

From the prey of the prowlers, meat and bones in a cosmic menudo of tiny, anatomic tears

For the love of God, the Divine Nature we attribute to the process of living and dying, funny

To have it or not to have it is not as important as lying that you have it, no need to lie, honey.

I dreamt all of this in front of my eyes, including your conscious apprehension of the Siege

Rattling off words of songs, shredding the frets’ chords and arpeggios for mama’s groupies

It really doesn’t matter about the running up and down the scales, it’s all weightless of form

Responsible for nothing seen or heard, Creator gets away scot-free, tequila without a worm.

Insanity of the mind of man is merely the maladjustment to the facts of life, God’s accident

Thinking that you exist is all that’s required to accept the responsibility of life’s paradoxes

It may or may not be all there is in the universe, this Earth, this plane’s planet of hot foxes

Oklahoma to Maine and back down to south Texas and California, turn a page heaven sent.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday February 24, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted in my OWN, deep ‘personal’ #GriefForCats & listenin’ to the @GlennFrey #TrueLove jam from 1988 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FamousForNothing @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

GEOMETRIC SPACE OF THE BOX

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 23, 2019

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If I might be so bold as to offer this whistling flute solo to all my brothers and sisters in arms

I would be most grateful for a brief moment of your valuable time in space, to beat the knees

It would be my privilege and the pleasure would be all of mine, I’m certain, block me please

Not a moment will pass when I don’t remember every second of every day, black, holy bees.

Your and my universe blew up, blown to bits, frags of dust trying to recalculate equations

In a sewer of perfume, we stay alive with luck, hope and faith of foundational #Fake sins

You will be the tire without spokes or rubber, without being a circle of matter’s time-sea

An alpha and omega in concept, a video explanation to see the things unwitnessed by me.

Got ready to collide with another mass of energy full of explosive gas, ended in a fire ball

Empty in my head, no rocks or rolls in the hay or on wheels, tires, hovercraft or UFO call

Ready to die while living in mystery of what’s going on, night and day, day and night loons

In flight, grounded at the center of a canyon-blown crater, UFO saucer, meteor footprints.

You and the fish will swim above the waterline or die in this heaven and hell, this is all of it

Nothing more or less than a dark word to express the danger we’re in, on a ride to live to die

But we are a useless bit of energy consumption, supernova’d Earth dry of the #verve, unlit

Extinction of every species is immanent, we all get to breathe air “until we die,” but “Why?”

Comets’ fire burn all skin, hair and bones into ash, don’t worry, be happy, you’re not the Void

But you are inside of It and it appears that there’s a reason for that, you’d go insane, android

Lucky not to know what happens just a second, I could tell you if you want to know now, Ha!

I would not want to destroy your faith in the gravity of graves, mum is the Word, oh my Ga!

This here Time is way out of my personal bony hands I use to play music, to write on walls

Matter material and the hot atoms in black holes make us go crazy, we expand and contract

Coming in a high, concentrated bit of pleasure, an orgasmic distortion of Space-Time holes

Rules of Shakespeare’s game are universal, to be or not to be is indeed, eggs’ #Bacon exactly!

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r j j stephan, i { *Tribute to all of my brothers & sisters who served our country, #SomeGaveItAll ! } #SpaceIsCurved #LightBendsWarps

c. Samedhi, February 23, 2019 A.D. @7:96 AM {bent space & time to divulge}

{ drafted while jammin’ to the #SpaceTime explanations on youTube links @ https://youtu.be/6wUbo4VewQU & https://youtu.be/1Avy0mxxzR8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CrackGraves #SpaceTimeDust @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

CRACK GRAVES, SPACE-TIME DUST

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 23, 2019

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Being and Nothingness are the subjects of the predicates and objects of the logical realm

Where the Truth is known and either told or held up by the liars and thieves at the helm

You and I are related to the ones who put the matter at hand to rest, live to hate, mask it

It is what energy comes from, the burning of the things composed of atoms’ sulfur acid.

In the end as in the original start of the journey from the exploding ball of Hydrogen sun

Plutonium will rule the Uranium, paramecia and euglena to the ape men of your family fun

All beans to everyone, grown from the seeds out of nowhere, dirty or clean, paradise fare

Mask off, be in the mood at all times, pretending that the end is just a final breath of Air.

Com ci, com ca, my gramma used to say like when it was a no brainer, you have no choice

It is a criminal enterprise of the ones who have the power over the length of life, not death

Not even God gets out of here alive my friends, you cannot refute the judge’s jury, you & me

Amazing to be privy to the wisdom of believing in something, anything but Nothing, #Boys!

Come into the parlor through the front door, go down the hallway to the living and bedrooms

There is a disease in the crack of evolutionary Earth’s sand and soil crumble, rock of #Doom

Faith in leaders and invisible concepts of what used to be will get you killed, believe Unseen

Hook, line and sinker, the fish and you will be caught and consumed by the Void’s spleen.

Hook up the loose ends with the split ends and tight ends for a maximum bang for a #Fitbit

All alone or in the company of many at a party of dozens, thousands or millions, begin an F

Not that you want to say it out loud, whether you’re black, white, red, yellow and proud of it

Billy Jean or Booby Sue will testify, swear on a stack of bibles, that the sea is this life’s chef.

Mix in cosmic soup, just a pinch of a big bang, gunpowder, gun power, exploding TNT , OMG

Bring the Earth back into a tornado spin, unconsciously igniting dirt, burning balls’ gas hog

No efficiency God-solar power, you cannot harness the infinite, or a finite cataclysm’s hot bog

Inward squeeze into a microscopic point of nowhere, immortally underground, holy star God.

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r j j stephan, i

c. #Samedi February 23, 2019 A.D. @ 7:40 AM PST

{ belched some gas & drafted while watchin’ the spectacular video about S&T you take for granted, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/6wUbo4VewQU }

W.W.A.R.D.?