P H I L O S O P H I A

Monday, February 25, 2019

#TurningIntoShadows @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

PICASSO’S VISIONARY FUSION *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 25, 2019 A.D.

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Merging the smallest particle of matter with the largest wave of energy becomes Adam

Evaluate the atoms, the neutrons and the organisms generated from wasted evolution

Neither good nor evil, it is just the plain facts of life, there’s no God or Ala, only atoms

Therefore, step up to the bar and name your poison, fission or fusion, either way, I win.

Not being either a man or a woman, just a ghost in the machine that types on keyboards’ buts

A three act performance without a finale because the star never comes out for a bow or curtsy

As the stage turns to black with only one spot of light in a beam, a voice kills the silence’s OM

Curiously foolish to expect the Good and Evil to share this inherited DNA Ugly shape’s form.

It’s a war to become either one or the other but never both until the last breath, unto death

Walkin’ or slitherin’, swimmin’ or flyin’ in every case as DNA moves, dies or lives in health

Ego of conscious awareness gives way to the Id, to the spikes of the Super Id, love it or hat it

I do not click on enter, that is up to you and yours, this here dream is a regular race riot!

Mother black, father white, cousins Latin, friends from the orient, revolutionary litter’s pick

To lead, to follow, to live and die knowing the reason for humanity’s presence from the dick

Into an egg of a program, 32 genes to mix and match the genome from Vladivostok to Cool

Old, golden hills in California from Pilot Hill to Coloma to Shantytown, keep lead for a fool.

Just like you and me, like the ones who came before and will come after us all, sweet Nothing

For the sake of sanity, we must not lose the blind faith in the unknown, the blackness’ Space

Void of everything from language, everything between planets and solar forces’ made-up face

Lipstick, color cover-up for the spots and scars, boom magic, #fakeNews of an ugly duckling.

r j j stephan, i { *Header is a Escuela Deportiva Pablopicasso of #Pablo }

c. February 25, 2019 A.D. @ 4:30 PM PST

{ #pumpedup listenin’ to #SlippinIntoDarkness by #WARTheBand on link @ https://youtu.be/RFSWW4O6QNM }

FINIS

Sunday, February 24, 2019

#AddictedToYouBaby @ChicagoTheBand #HardHabitToBreak #Alright #Alright #AlrightAlready #CCR run!

....it's alright, alright, alright...goin' to the end of the line...

BLACK HOLE, MAKE IT RED HOT!

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.

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.?

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

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