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SLUNG BELOW GOD’S CHARIOT *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 24, 2019

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Cosmic comedy playin’ out in front of whichever senses you use to evaluate the matrix’ flow

Buddies go as far as they can before they stray on to the wild blue yonder, above or far below

It feels like somebody’s gotta get older than everyone else but nobody volunteers, I think I do

No particular reason to get on the record in general, it’s a malfunction, bobbers go up/down.

Just because I live in paradise and that know it is, I don’t need any of the rest imaginary swag

To be able to get to the beach to watch the surf go in and out from the bays of pigs who brag

That is the best you can hope for, to live and let live for the livers’ health, avoid God’s sepsis

Strive for the constancy of being here and now, in this life on this planet at this time’s kiss.

All it is now and all it ever was will be what it will be with or without you or me, imagining

Waiting forever until the dawn or the dusk, for the tide to arrive, bleached foam intriguing

Not long after the flash of green, the horizon fades to blackish white, linear dashes or dots

Punks who’ve perfected the art of grafting are eternally rewarded by First Cause I-robots.

You have the liberty to use logic and reason to form a rational theory of the material universe

We boys and girls who’ve grown to be the men and women have the ultimate choice’s curse

You will be danmed if you do and danmed if you don’t do the right thing, facts of life they say

My dad and your dad, your ma and my ma, they all know now what I mean, Nothing is gay.

Nevertheless, on the other hand when the shoe is on the other foot and you’re paraplegic

It doesn’t really matter at all, there is nothing but dirt after death, look around you, use logic

I am only a messenger of Slim and a nun, they wrote this on the blackboard of cock and bull

They left the key to the three lock box in a riddle, to be opened by Jonathon’s live seagull.

You might think that being a virus, a bacterium or a form of being, form and matter vanish

Before or behind your eyes, preconception or post mortem, your God, your gods, your saints

Nothing at all and nobody at all are the points and are not the forbidden fruit of the Jewish

Before the Moses and Abraham of olden days, they worshiped calves for God’s sake of rants.

Being casual or formal, a dating ritual inherited from the caves and coastal waters, just to be

Nothing else to say and it appears to be as hopeless as it seems to me, it’s not my fault, see?

Hold your horses cowboys and girls, there’s a reason for everything or so I’ve been told, so

So when the conclusion is deduced, the Truth will be known, indubitable, a surfer girl blow.

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r j j stephan, i *HEADER’S A CALIFORNIA-GIRL PIC INSIDE MY OLD USAF LOCKER!

c. MAY 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #BornOnTheBayou & hits of Creedence Forever (ClearwaterRevival ) @ https://youtu.be/iv_gXt1cCI8I }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CarolAnnStephanRockMyLoveRockin' #HappyBirthdaySevenZero #70 s @EaglesBand @EdSheeran #NoEaglesHereButWait

CAROLs 70, BUT WHY? #SNOWBIRD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 23, 2019

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In our little world we move about like the rest of the minions and strive to survive in the pen

Animated since conception, movin’ about from day One to the present, loving the life of blue

Where you see what you get and being the beauty of the fathers above, you get it all, now then

Dreaming while your body is awake and sleeping when your mind’s at attention and swirling.

It won’t stop girl, it won’t stop woman, it’ll go on for years in the dark, last breath and before

You knew your father, mother, brother, sister and a cadre of associates, last one on the floor

It’s always you, you, that is the important one, you survive or the world becomes a black hole

Believe me, this is no joke, you got to the top of a ladder and look like a million bucks in foal.

I’m not going to toot your horn, I can’t even stand next to you without shades on, illuminated

Dream within dreams, it seems, just no other way to crack the whip, a life-death mask of gold

Is all there is before heaven and hell, mama and papa did what they could, healed a holy mold

Reminisce about walkin’ away from the Earth, in a squirt of gas, I am The God in your head.

No need to get all up in arms about Facts as they appear to be, probably won’t change a thing

You get what you get if you’re lucky or not, it’ll be the way it was always going to be, The Way

Look around you now and then, see the light and the darkness outside, it matches your own

Why? Can’t tell you why but you already know the answer, wasted in your Pacific time-zone.

Amalgamated and consolidated the alpha and omega into the menudo, hodge-podge of Dirt

Red or black soil from the dust of the burned-out star, we called our mother, the Earth’s hurt

Father abandoned the mother, Earth and the progeny of plants and anima of a divine mate

I am the One, made it harder than it had to be, yet satisfied that I forced fate’s intrepid dates.

Now and then, a diamond comes out of the rough cities and towns of coal miners, unburned

Unscathed by the killer apes who roam the planet’s seven seas to find the gold, left by the god

Of your mothers and fathers, grandfolks way back to the beginning, where Alpha became two

Can’t walk or fly away, can’t crawl or slither underground, NOW, go forth! I’ll go on, AHO!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 23, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted on my honey’s 70th birthday because it just had to come out sometime, I love her madly! It’s just me though! Listenin’ to Eagles fly all over #ICantTellYouWhy on youTube in a loop @ https://youtu.be/T2Ns6J1KWd8 }

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#FakeNewzAintHereAndNow @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

 CREEPING AHEAD, CRY BABY, CRY!

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 Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 23, 2019

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Interesting and formed with God in mind, nothing is more abundant than the Void’s nature

Zero matter, no atoms, no Eves, Nothing is the Matter, Nothing is the Energy of the System

It runs on empty and it stops cold when full of the used, excretion content, the valued datum

From the bowels of the universal, holy oneness of pretending pretenders, blind faith eats ‘em.

Compared to the winners, the losers have it all, they’ve got nothing and that is all there is left

Up and downward to the dogs and the moles underground, I dig it all down to the core, I’m It

What it is and what it will be, creeping along on a continuum from the origin to the final stop

No riders allowed with you, all alone and goin’ solo for the rest of the trip, not an LSD’s cop!

Alieving pain and suffering with the modus operandi of Void’s excreted sin’s, fake cinnamon

What this is and who you are seem to be the furthest questions from the minds of the minion

Striving, struggling in emptiness for survival above eaters of flesh & bone, Earth’s violin high

Oh whoa is me, whoa is you, what will we do now, all thirsty and hungry, we’re all gonna die!

I will not go quietly, whoever I am, your guess is off of the mark if you thought I was insane

I am, like a genius without a compass, I await within Time & Space for a universal soul train

I hear the whistle blowing but it’s going away from me, not comin’ over here, by our Fathers

Sons & daughters, seventy years ago or today in a millennia of drunken tears & a tail feathers.

Utter terror before the end, fear and loathing of the facts of life, papa could not divulge past

Hurts so bad, to be aware that you live and breathe for no reason at all, y’all too human cast

From Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen, Helium and the farts of stardom in Hollywood, you come

In ecstatic embrace or isolated showers of gas in liquid sunshine, orange LSD brings the Sun.

You are not the creep but it is inside of you and I, we are the creeps who are more creepy, see

Eyes and ears, head and hands to enter the fray of the survival for the fit’s mercy for tragedy

Compassionate sacrifice of the gods’ oneness, death to the God, the gods, immortality myth

All of it cannot be avoided, here and now, Past, Present and Future, eyes wide open now, cry!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 23, 2019 A.D. { my lover’s 70th birthdate anniversary of comin’ to find me, got me! }

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #SoundsOfSilence by Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE from 0600-1000 AM PST now, go git, git you some! #FWAAAAT }

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