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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Wednesday, February 27, 2019

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Just because you think you’re so pretty and you blackened both of my bloodshot eyes

You didn’t ever fight fair but I had too much Jack Daniels down the hatch of no return

I ain’t bulletproof, I ain’t made of steel and like atomic glass, I’m fused up, ready to burn

Ready to blow but in a good way, an eruption and a flow downhill to Dixie and Dubai.

Current affairs and historical record oral and written may not match but who gives a hoot

There’s been an eternal feud between the good and the bad, it turns out to be really ugly

Like what you don’t want to see in the light or in the darkness, frightening face of reality

Pinched to see if I’m awake and I ain’t, it’s a dream for me and for you, you’re in my city.

I will go away in the dust and wind eventually regardless of your knowledge of the facts

As you will I’m sure, find that there is nothing in this world more important than love

A distraction from the apparent desolation and abandonment in the middle of our Space

Calling the passing, the Time spent animating, thinking, growing and decaying, saves face.

Bowing in reverence of the ones who’ve figured it all out, there’s nothing to worry about

There’s no sweat for anything you used to worry about, life moves on, without you fool

In the colors of the spectrum, rainbow from ultraviolet to infrared, invisible to a scout

I’m smilin’ and you’re cryin’ and I can tell you why, I know she screwed the pooch, tool.

I can’t remember today yesterday and can see tomorrow like it’s right here, right now

It ain’t no party my friends and crazy haters of this brand of pure logic and reasoning

Practical and metaphysical it all flows out of the mouth like a deluge flood of blessing

How high is out of this world, above or below the wobbling poles, mardi gras my plow!

Asleep in a dream, awakened in a dream and nothing is different, it’s all in the game of love

Original sin is these people got us here without our permission, souls, remember the flood

You’re not mud or stone, you’re really only part of the Earth since you eat and drink the dove

It’s the brilliance in the middle of violence and axle grease to be whipped into a frenzy, blood.

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r j j stephan, i   *Header is a swirl of whirl

c. Wednesday, February 27, 2019 A.D.@ 1:11 PM PST

{ wrote somewhere on a beach, while my <3 span=""> & angel flies through the air through the mighty wind to Jersey & listenin’ to some #ZZTop #WorldOfSwirl & #HITS on youTube link https://youtu.be/Sk6YS5m-tSc }

 

 FINIS

 

#RideLikeHehl #NeverStop #NeverLieToMe #AlreadyGone

BORED MONKS’ BOWS & GUNS, RIP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 26, 2019

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Struggle to become men and women from the boys and girls we got raised from, then caput

It’s over before you know it, before you wanted it to, an unexpected pretend shockin’ cut

Kicked off of the living team and traded to the dead, death of the heart and the soul, both

Souls cannot survive without a 208 bone framework unless angel wings count, chosen one.

Fear of the end of life will only waste the Time in this Space which’s so precious and critical

Mass and the quarks of black holes notwithstanding, a physics and chemistry, #Bardo #Hell

Burst out from a blown white dwarf, here we sit with Snow White and seven dwarves’ balls

Holy scat written down by scratchin’ straight and curved lines in the dirt and on cave walls.

Now and then, whether it’s your choice or not, you will die because you’re alive but that’s all

You and millions of other atomic ideas became adapted to pickin’ strings, Pan blowin’ a horn

For the minions to rock and roll around the Time and Space of watches and clocks, that’s all

Leave your body alone, burn it to dust, bury it in the rock flush of formaldehyde’s acid porn.

Grinning and laughing inside as loud as a black giant steppin’ on Tom Thumbs’ porch to find

Guitars and horns, drums and tambourines to add the voice of Earth to the noise of mankind

Words written and spoken in every language in the universe, sounds, signs never out of sight

Out back, *up-down* by a riverbed’s blown rocks, Hades’ smithereens, state of my good fight.

Fish and dolphins and whales jumpin’ out of the water to get up to the sky, we remain down

Home on the ground, still hungry to eat the matter to continue to remove a goddess’ gown

Searchin’ for what is never going to be found since it is nothing that is lost, nothing’s new

In my wildest dream, I live forever while everyone else dies in distress, um, the gods knew.

In a garbage or soup can, the refused is recycled into the smoke, chem-trail dusted air-gas

Through the hands of dirty bums and bumettes, life moves and animates the old bug’s arse

Educated from the kindergarten around 4 years old to the metabolized education’s gun-din

Boredom’s exactly what priests’ sisters of charity wanted, gods of war, death, now I’m all in.

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r j j stephan, i

c. #Mardi, February 26, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #TrueLove by Glenn Frye & friends' #HITS youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic }

 #PURPLEhAZE

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FairToMidlandTexas @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

SAM WASNT WASTED TIME, POPS!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 25, 2019

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First time we met, I did not know it would be deeper than the concrete and rugs we groomed

Fur balls and cat scratched fever pullin’ it all together to make it all go away, y’all ain’t tamed

Wild as the hair looks on my back, tail and head, I remember what you told me boss, I got it

Here waiting for the next step of your legs movin’ one foot in front of another, type hard s#it!

Significant and simple, legitimate coming and going, like the mechanism of the galactic static

Compression’s explosions rule kings’ queens’ quarks inside of a singularity’s Void’s potshot

You know that is your origin, that’s why you can’t stand the sound of the word, it is symbolic

Inside an astronauts’ or cosmonauts’ spacesuit, the dream ends in all alone, an empty dot.

Milk of the feline cattery cut off from the source of being, a purr and spell of a kitty-cat nap

For the dogs among us, chasing a critter that runs is inhumane, in-canine, a travesty of crap

Asking for nothing other than food, water and a place to watch the living, huzza up the crack

Laughing on the way to the end of the last time they get to move, to animate the bones’ rack.

You don’t get to voice an opinion, river-flow downstream from the peak, to downriver’s #dam

Pour the water on the fire, spray the foam to suffocate the flames of the left over sparks’ kick

Planet spinning, maybe so, unclear spots on a dark matrix, blind faith in a holy, Popsicle stick

Mixed menudo with burning light and heavy metal, foul matter, faked you out pal, Sam, I am.

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r j j stephan, i { dedication: #SamanthaStephan #RIP <3 span=""> #WonderinWhatILeftBehind #WastedTime}

c. Monday 2-25-2019 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST *Header is ‘MOI’ in a California Redwood forest

{ spun this spin around on my thumb for an hour and it bled out as I became the sieve of the matrix listenin’ to #WastedTime by the mighty Eagles https://youtu.be/c0SvsinEUfY #OMG can’t believe it’s happenin’ again...baby’s gone, it looks like the end..... #BackOutOnTheStreet #TryinToRemember }

 W.W.A.R.D.?