#EyeAmACaveat #RealThingsAintHereRightNow #TheEyesHaveIT

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#SCUTTLEBUTTIN’ A #ROSE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 13, 2019

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You know and I know that nothing really matters at all, in the end, no holy bed of azure roses

Do not offend the rights and privileges of the matter and form of the Void, we’re just posers

It’s nothing personal, just the facts man, you know it deep down inside, alright, alright, right

Nobody worries about me, my mama and papa have departed into empty, infra-neon light.

But wait, it’s all a game of thrones when you have no rules other than the moot scuttlebuttin’

Of the women and the rats not mice and men, they own it all from one atom’s planetary fun

From a seed, bush and a thorn in the crown of a lightening bolt’s google-bomb of my Zazen

In a crossbow ready for the bullseye of your mind, your persuaded Id boredom of Hydrogen.

In the frequent variability of the human genome’s metabolism, the training of babies matters

Without being ingrained into the ethical choices of a free spirit, a free will, you go to prisons

Or you are hunted by the #PowersThatBe, some of them our own brothers’ and sisters’ kin

You care more for the survival of your own true self than the altruistic survival of a minion.

It is what it is, there is really no alternative to the #PrimeObjective, to be fittest to survive

Knowing that it’s all a transitory experience with a vacuous promise of blinded faith in gods

None of them present, all of the past and just sayin’ they’ve got no future doesn’t fly above

Neither can it dig below the pole’s of the dirty ball down to the hot-iron core of lava bloods.

Get it right when you order the flowers for your survivors to feel better about the ignorance

None of them will get out of this presence in the present still breathing with heartbeat sins

Side effect of the falling down from heaven to Earth, asleep as if you’ll never awaken, is this

We’re all gonna die, dead and wild angels are the only ones who eat cow DNA, #Matrix wins!

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r j j stephan, i #ArmstrongAndGetty #NeverAgain #NeverAgainAgain

c. Lundi, May 13, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while frequently LMAO & listenin’ to the #ArmstrongAndGettyRadioShow on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST or podcast your arses off @ https://kste.iheart.com/featured/armstrong-and-getty/ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ViceIsNice #NiceGirlsDontDoItInTheRoad

MARY HAD A BIG LAMB, BAT SCARS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 12, 2019

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What’ll be won’t have any bearing on the fact this dream within, is intel of old scarred heads

No fear, born in 2nd city’s alleys, attitude caught from holy bull’s shat, rice patty sewer dogs

No kind of talent other than to know the Truth about why existence is what it is, all he dreads

We get blind faith #FakeNews truth about what tattletales want to blab to the angels’ blogs.

Choices to be or not to be for all, from premature babies in the laps of the mothers of us all

From the place in Limbo on to the fire of the purge, everything goes up/down the drain to fall

Down to the bottom of the furthest depth next to the fired up core, a nanosecond, on a dime

A fight to the finish and then anointing the forehead in front of the brain with a lobe on time

Fighting for the survival of your very being, consciousness, mind in a brain’s split personality

Schizophrenic dyslexia and a healthy dose of fractal fret-shredding is what I dig about it, P

I know that it’s been said somewhere, both of us know, on a wall, in a book, from God’s ears

Lips flapping with the emptiness of the gums, nails broken in the hand bones of all our peers.

Music tapping inside my ears, causing my feet to tap the Origin, getting a soul to loathe a sin

On the castrated axes, it’s written that ma and pa warned us about it, triggered all naked apes

Need some Southern comfort to express the joy I have for the facts of life, she destroyed tapes

Blue data about you? From Maine to Carolina, wanna go be on a wave, hangin’ ‘10’ surfin’.

Hated the love and loved the hate, just like lover do, playin’ the hard-ass soft, #FakeNew pest

Wherever sound emits from tubes of air or plucking ten gauge wire from a fake cardiac arrest

Simple mind for me, just a simple guy, turned around from fearing and loathing master bone

Where 32 teeth and blackened eyes remain embedded in jaws, etched deeply in a cross stone.

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r j j stephan, i

MARY HAD A BIG LAMB, BAT SCARS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 12, 2019

c. May 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ WROTE while deep in the 1985 Stevie Ray Vaughan 1985 @Montreux concert from the #completeEpicRecordingscollection (LIVE) link @ https://youtu.be/mMTblDDqJUA }

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FINIS

#IHaveAQuestion #YouHaveNoAnswer #None #Nugatory #VOID

AGITATED, A B-767 BLEW IT BLUE*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 11, 2019

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Mama, oh mama, I remember cryin’ for the milk, the touch of your sweet olive skin’s bones

I know that the guy I grew up to be, whatever that description provided may give you solace

I welcome, as high as you flew, way up there where none of the living down here can go for it

But you know what, you didn’t want to go there and you had to anyways, did you meet God?

Of course you did, no pasta but at least the peace and release from the two-by-two expresso

On your wrists and ankles from the #Depression to the #Invasion and #SpaceAgitation flow

Completely under witch’s and warlock’s spells of the occult wisdom, pass the wizard of Ozing

My dear, stop, look, and listen for absolutely nothing, zero, an absolute soul survival thing.

Beautiful and handsome, abhorant and revolting, all of it is right here and now, mud of fear

What you’re afraid of is the lonlieness of being all alone in the middle of nowhere without me

No light at the end of a tunnel you’re in, it’s not your fault it’s just the luck of the draw’s burn

Carefully written in the proper sequence of word, phrases, paragraphs, I think it’s my turn.

I’ve got some news for you, I can sing, I can write, I can work, I can play, can’t be the #1 King

They’re the skin and bones in the menudo, monitoring recipes of fake-Holy nights and days

In my castle’s black tower, I can see in the dark with torch fire, stairwells to heaven, oh I sing

Up and away, it’s as it always was above and below, a notion of my dad, a God, Sonny’s rays.

Rockin’ my baby, rock-a-by in Rocklin, where I made bricks to build the little baby’s business

What it’s all about, staying hungry isn’t the intention of mama and papa, but on your knees

Is where you get to sooner or later, up to the #Northpole or down in #Capetown, dead & gone

Fearing death has no effect on this here, you gotta go when it’s that Time, givin’ the dog bone.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is our beautiful mother as most of DEAD have never seen! It’s alive!

c. May 11, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while “AGITATED” & listenin’ (watchin’ a video) of the 715 planets of #NewWorlds discovered by #NASA link @ https://youtu.be/YmcEgOZAxhI }

w.w.a.r.d.?