#StackedToTheCeiling #SmokedForSurvival #TimeToKill

TIME’S EVERYTHING, KILL SOME *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 11, 2019

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Poison ivy or venom of the snake gets underneath your organic skin, attacks the attache too

Everything one celled to a qualified supercilious scene in heaven, evil dead afraid to yell boo

The First Cause of effects which are inconsistent with reason, deductions and logic & hip hair

From the Categorical Imperative to the Forms and the Substance of things, hip to be square.

Toes up on the slab, it’s your body but it’s not you? How does that work anyway? You guess

Every one of the twenty four hours and change, every day and night, like a hotshot of whiskey

It burns for a second and in just a moment after it scalds your throat halfway down or less

Shot straight out of the disorder and chaos of my empty whiskey bottles, glass from A-bombs.

I can still laugh while I’m cryin’ for the return of the past History of you and me, stay longer

Even a little bit longer than when you’ve gotta go, stay with me forever, almighty then, Beer!

Out of the kegs or ponies, the spigot drips the nectar of the hops, seeded to get fire to smokey

To be blinded by the light comin’ out of nowhere, mother Earth’s ape empty time, #sillywilly.

Locked all the doors, turned off all the lights, smoked the sweet leaves’ pebbles of rock-stone

Closed eyes, closed hearts, closed caskets and urns, spread the muck and mire to the minions

Where and when, here, now, no better time like One’s present, another day for wings and fins

Consciousness afoot, a psycho-physical trip, evolved apes can’t dream, y’all are on your own.

I am not one of the evolved minds shrunk into the empty skulls of the Jolly Rogers & Renees

Plums picked at the exact right Time in the perfect place, they rot away in juiced, holy scenes

Winter to Summer and back, ad infinitum whether you’ve a stone blind skeptic’s 6’4” bones

Or burnin’ superman dust, black and blue, feelin’ the scalding annihilation of homey’s stones.

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r j j stephan, i { HEADER image is the One inside of some of the Many, buzz buzz! #Buzz }

c. Thursday, April 11, 2019 A.D.

{ drafted facing Southward from the horn of the Elk, in the tomato field of Don Julio & listenin’ to some Eric Church #RoundHereBuzz & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0_CksCHnooM }

*It’ll be 4:11 at some time but today, 4-11 today at 4:11 PM

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TooMuchWaterInTheWell #MuleIsKickinInTheBarn #OohMoeListen #GoodbyeNormaJean @EltonJohn

FOUR AND TWENTY BLACKBIRDS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 10, 2019

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Camp-town races raped the Ego’s of doo dah, doo dah, it’ll get you a cross look, as if, my God!

Boy or girl, man or woman, you will die eventually after years of refreshing solar Texas oil

It’s not my fault that it’s the way it is, I am just the messenger who sometimes is the tinfoil

Of the morons in cages, like lions and tigers, to keep the children separated from Evil blood.

That is the reverse of Live, this Evil is spelled as if it’s independent when it’s not, it’s alive

In the matrix to tweet on the boards and books of the Face, to my friends and foes beehive

Where the buzz of the hornets elevates to an unacceptable decibel and crushes all Hope

Baseless and empty Faith in the Love for your own and every other species of life’s Dope.

Your head on the Frédéric Chopin block with my own, just another pretty face right over here

Here’s a kiss on your forehead, far from your cheeks and lips to avoid misconstrued #Cons

Which you and I perform on a regular basis from first sun up to sun down, bowin’ to #Pros

When you can’t beg or pay for another moment in Space and Time, Nothing’s what I Fear.

Inevitable dream within a dream, pointed out by Poindexter and Penelope, pigs are the hams

From first enculturation of my DNA by nursery rhymes to my own invaluable wordsmithin’

I have been programmed in behavioral responses to environmental cues, I’m All expeditin’

In the #ends, it is pre-death illusion of the hopeful lovers comin’ in a Clash of Gods z-dams.

Reincarnate what? Memories of justice and irrationality? In another body down the road?

You must be insane and the origin of this universe is the beginning of this matrix of blood

Flowin’ inside our hearts even when the souls are disconnected and all alone, it’s a metaphor

Really, factoids’ #FakeNews will free your mind and some #Id will follow, dangerous armor.

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r j j stephan, i *header of this piece #BakedInAPie is of #MM @NormaJeaneMortenson }

c. April 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #EmptySets drillin’ for oil on the #Marconi Talk 650 KSTE Armstrong & Getty with #LogisticalSkills & listenin’ to the #Turtles #MeAndYouYouAndMe link @ https://youtu.be/aOvD-FV8bN4 }

F.I.NI.S.

WTF do YOU think you are? #AllDayMusic

SLIPPIN’ A DARK MATRIX @BigSur

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 9, 2019

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Go there yourself and you’ll find the end of this world, the one you’ve been in since birth

Completely open to the elements of sun, sea and this earth down here in an overland heart

Roots of the seeds blown from the Void where angels fear to go, a self loathings’ trauma fit

Centuries of days and nights since a #HarveyWallbangers effect, drove drunk, ended all of It.

That which it is, this proper or personal word, this noun that signals the virtue of a deity

Good that made the Bad and the Ugly is responsible for the effects, no free will there, see?

It is a predetermined fact of life, what is was always what would have been with or without

You and I and everyone else to have been born and killed on this plane’s terminal fallout.

Assuming you avoid murder and terminal disease of organs or mind, take a deep breath son

Let your daughters know, if your fortune allows you to be the xy zygote from neverneverland

That they are a link in the chain of infinity, broken or in tact, the chain remains the One’s fun

Think about it all before it’s all gone, it will be, it is on a diamond beach, fictional white sand.

Rolling on thin ice, diggin’ a jackknife into the stump of redwood trunk, life’s evil, nutty tree

Reaching deep into the ground of being at ends of the roots’ sprouted seeds, you gotta go see

Finished off the fifth on the sixth in the bottom of the ninth, if you know what I mean, hiccup

Mind over matter, it’s the edge, a Void’s disappearance means that God’s dead, now giddyup!

Water, gas, rocks animated by spontaneous combustion, gravitational collapse and so forth

Become all there ever was for you and I, our relatives before and after our existential worth

Extinct species of all plants and animals which were moved by the Earth’s fortunate wobble

Gas, liquid and rocks rollin’ down cliffs of Big Sur, #InAndOut suckin’ spunk out the bubble.

Outside of the ebb and flow of the tidal waves, above and below the laws of an infinite being

A cranky, empty clump of sticky buds without the bang, without the bite’s of sweet nothing

Come to the center and come to the outer edge of the twilight’s zone, either way, neither will

Searched and found my miraculous awareness, my finite end is an Unconscious’ fake-thrill.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, April 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted driftin’ & #SlippinIntoDarkness with WAR THE BAND & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y_fr_F1jWj0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?