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INSIDE OUT OF THE VORTEX

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, March 16, 2019

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Utter hopelessness and your godmothers and fathers is the catfish hole, a noble holler

Wherein these words enter your cranial cavity and your mind wraps around the star

Horsewhipping’ comin’ down the pike to a neighborhood near your city-country trysts

If and only if you are an idiot, a moron or a nutcase then you will take offense at this.

On the way back to the barracks from the doctor and dentist I fell in love with signals

Stop, slow and go at corners or for jaywalkin’ stone-agers, ate a savior’s human genitals

Without iced cream, our world doesn’t rock n’ roll around the sun’s ecliptic, killed dead

Death is already gone and you might not like it, this eternal immortal being is voided.

Revolving and repeating, automatic and systematic, a function of the calculus instead

To be or not to be in this material world of rock and dirty star debris, gods’ dams dead

Dreaming on Saturday night, I thought it was real but then I awoke with a foot cramp

Rolled out of the rack, rested in the room, hit the streets and boulevards, lick a stamp.

Steeped in the vat of gas you breathe in and out, it’s a prank call to your mama’s kids

They know you when they see you but they have no idea where you’re at, row of skids

Off of the corners, in the gangways where angels fear to go, boys use foul, pig squeals

Complete smokin’ of #MrPickles, hunger and thirst aside, waving yeller banana peels.

Burned, buried, lost at sea or inside a volcanic eruption of the planet’s hot, rock soup

Around in circles or from point A to the infinite point at an end of a right angle’s line

Consumer of the Word, there you are you liar, call me and I’ll put your foot in a stirrup

Stepped in it more than once, smellin’ like the putrid smoke of refused matter, mine.

Naked but still alive and hungry for the food to continue the trip around the One down

Second, third and fourth down’s notwithstanding, it’s a perfect game, a shut-out clown

Mothers and fathers of the malformed, maladjusted homo sapiens, rest in empty peace

Where there’s no sights or sounds, feelings or smells, Vortex sucks, God’s highest priest.

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r j j stephan, i ....if the mountains tumble into the sea, bada bing bada boom, that’s all!

c. Saturday March 16, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to TheDrifters #StandByMe & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/YaqjpfZJjpk }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhereIBelong #WithMyOwn #CheeseburgersInParadise #ParrotHeads

HERE’S A POKE IN YOUR EYE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, March 15, 2019

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A song! Uh-h! Skirts above thighs brought the clouds of this frozen ocean down mountains

Melting into rivers and streams all the way back to the sea, for no reason, just because of sins

Not mine but an original Sin, the one that made the world this way, Mater Dei’s #BlueBubba

Hop on the bus and the shuttle out to the outer islands where nobody ever goes to Cha Cha.

You may have been created from love or hate but you’re here nonetheless, all of us, here, now

We’re makin’ dreams and illusions of our historical inheritance manifest on a destroyer’s bow

Sucker punch in the face breakin’ my bloody nose and jaw, fractured my skull’s absent mind

Into the final stages of dementia and we humans become trivial pursuit of Earth’s addiction.

Traditions and civilized culture notwithstanding, the extinction of the species is immanent

Ides of March on a day William Shakespeare’s #Caesar fired #Brutus, so grateful to be here

With or without y’all, I can rule the planet surface that I tread, alone with what heaven sent

Picnic on a blanket or on a park bench, ridin’ dirty on the tryst of life’s anomalous dear, fear.

You are too slow to play a game of cards, I have to finish the game before an inevitable bungle

Get on your high horse or uncover your will to power and use intent to materialize a jungle

On the way from conception, through deception myths idiots project this Void’s gold fleece

Compared to a poked eyeball, this living, #Nothing becomes extinct the day you rest in peace.

Eyes watering, blinded by the ultraviolet and infrared light, rainbowed spectrum blue to pink

On the way to be prepared for the inevitable obstacles in our way, balance on a fulcrum rink

Slide, slither, burrow and die enlightened or ignorant of the reason for being alive, to fly high

In your mind, man-goat body, abandoned white dwarves of Big Bangs, lord, almighty, sigh!

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r j j stephan, i

c. #TheIdesOfMarch 3-15-2019 Friday @ 9:11 AM PST #DRAFT#2

{ THIS first draft was lost in space after I hit the enter button! If this one doesn’t publish as it should have the first time, then YOU HAVE BEEN HACKED! #Cheers drafted while listenin’ to Jimmy Buff's link @ https://youtu.be/yR8FvDDhBv0 }

FINIS 

 #CheesburgersInParadise

@MarkLevin @ArmstrongAndGetty @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #BrandThisSheet

BYTE OF A GRIM SPECTRE’S BLOOD

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Thursday, March 14, 2019

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First n’ foremost, a primary factor in an equation is indeed a liberty but nobody knows

Nobody knows and it appears that the unknown will remain as such, broken cache cows

To be right here and now, in front of our very eyes, deaf to the joy of the world of Gods

Where the good, bad and ugly mix up their lives in pain and suffering, in Great Floods.

Regurgitate the expectorate, a confusion of enculturated nuns, priests, Pope’s son of ol’ Steve

Caught up in being the remnants of a dumbness, a caveman, cave-woman, holy Adam’s Eve

Only you know like I know what the Truth is, you can handle The Truth well, #Fatebook data

#ConscienceOfTheNation in bloody radio’s cosmic waves/frequencies, dialed, a digital Raja.

In the end or at the beginning of your conception, you get what you pay for and this life’s free

You must mind your P’s and Q's before you cash in on the #Benjamins that slip out your grip

For the reason being that you are all sheep thinkin’ that you’re not one, provin’ that y’all are

Political scientist trained by dead East and West philosophers, Nihilist, an atomic fusion scar.

There is more than one way to skin a cat, if you know what I mean by that unknown motto

On being a cat with nine lives, that illusion fades with the last breath, last heartbeat of jello

Bringing the bacon home, goin’ to the 9 to 5 or swing or graveyard shift of Flintstones’ hell

Pretending as your brothers and mothers did, absentee artificially inseminated a DNA cell.

Professor Research moving human minds of girls and boys into failed K-12 ET seeds’ grapes

In a petri dish of bacteria, shoot, hang, gas or electrocute is a modus operandi of naked apes

In ecliptic revolution around a contracting White Dwarf tomb, light alarms, clockwork orange

Your knee should genuflect, bow down to Reality, all Capitol Punishment is, is sweet revenge.

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 14, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST, the mighty Armstrong & Getty worldwide radio show link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/?pname=kste-am&campid=play_bar&cid=index.html & ‘during’ the commercial spot breaks escape into my #PTSD with Multiservicios Zztop ZZtop - zupy i zapiekanki #WorldOfSwirl on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Sk6YS5m-tSc }

W.W.A.R.D.?