#ThirdOfJune #SleepyDustyDayToday #ChoppinCotton & #BalingHay #WhutUpWitDat? #ArmstrongAndGetty #MarkLevin #TheGreatOne #Chopin

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STIFF COMPETITION, DNA MAMA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 3, 2019

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Whether you like it or not, I told my father the gist of the education he paid for me to get

From five to twenty five, public and private/parochial classical education, signified debt

To society and my fathers and grandfathers and grandmothers and my mother, the outlaw

She never went to jail, she never broke the law, she was always innocent talent, oh so raw.

Voice as sweet as honey from bees and songs from the tweeties’ nests, I found one more too

Fortune appears as an accident yet it is a product of intent and unwavering focus, target cool

In the middle of the fray and the ruckus that only the warriors who win know for the records

Hysterical are the taped and needle scratched vinyl 45’s & LP’s, no escape, even for big birds.

Founded holy holes between the important things that matter to the species’ terrestrial hold

Talkin’ to yourself in a sound-proof studio with pads inside and out, no notes escape, I’m told

Thunder ears goin’ inside-out of your face, into your infinite mind, it’s a cosmic plane phase

As long as you lend a hand before the end of the line, a spirit of AHO becomes a purple haze.

Whether born a stunned nun or a Cajun queen on the bayou, DNA of #Foofighter’s had paws

No hands or fingers in the backwoods of terminated subjects, #Trump air inflated Benjamins

It’s about whether or not it’s ethical or against the morality of the tribe’s blind faith to killing

Can’t tell you why we’re in a battle for life and freedom, in, out, below, above pretender-laws.

Pink house doors will open as long as we know that warm, safe place, homey of free-braves

Contraptions holding the attention of the infants to geriatrics, then conditions deteriorate

Realization that this is it might be the most important #Eureka moment one might generate

Prayed to God, rocked me like a freight train, rock-dead in Void, I’m #BigBanged DNA, Aha!

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r j j stephan, i

c. 3rd of June, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to https://youtu.be/UfmkgQRmm Van Morrison #BrownEyedGirl, Darius Rucker #WagonWheel on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hvKyBcCDOB4 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AreWeTalkinToOurselves #HolyWars #SEX #Singularity

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SINGULARITY, SEX & HOLY WARS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 2, 2019

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What I felt inside of my soul the day I was conceived, as a gypsy-daddy bestowed, anointed Id

What moved First Causes, identical sparks of ionically charged, negative positivity, #409 kid?

I dragged the quarter mile out of the corner, fastest time on the track, I gave up secret bones

Then it happened, I hit the wall, smashed my face right into the atoms of rocky cement stone.

I never did give a hoot one way or the other, that being said, I would have been more profane

Tempted to wipe slates clean clear now, two-bit serving of the idiotic addictions to DNA hells

Thinkin’ about life, death, natural existence and metaphysical sleep apnia with darker angels

Fourth of July or the First of the Year, every year ad infinitum until the bayou dries into dells.

Utter immersion into the Susie Q of the evening, likin’ the ways of the talk and the slow walk

Before and after a party of none, back stage or out by the production crew box, perfume, talk

Out of nowhere, literally right through the front door as if expected to be a Singularity’s dome

Nowhere, above or below Philistine Terra Ferma, inside or out of hard rocks’ mix, is, :AUM:

Settling for the feeling of desire and need for the air I breathe for the money, buzz a holy man

It is nothing more than the essence of being, the reason for staying alive, reason for dreaming

How and why this life is happening are questions open for debate and sudden flash farthing

Just because deep, dark blackness fill the tempting emptiness, holy balls of a funky shaman.

Get ready to go whenever the time is right, it could be now or later or never so just get ready

Prepared for unexpected, unplanned scat to happen and wait for divine providence’s repartee

It is a done deal if you will it be done intending the outcome, the effect of God’s rhymin’ ditty

Holy men-women, in a rare earth prison, guiltless innocence, acid DNA alive in a little pretty.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 2nd, 2019 A.D. Sunday @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #RareEarth #GetReady on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Yan9WilVmEg }

FINIS

#NotTheBest #ItIsWhatItIs #DealWithIt @FooFighters #UnidentifedFreakyObjects

 FAKE FOO FOR THOUGHTS, UFOs

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 2, 2019

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Winks of young girls eyes when I was winged at the altar of fourteen, in a war at nineteen

We sat around the benches at the park of Lafayette, dreams of Joe’s deep-purple jelly bean

Enough cash to take care of the whole family a #Struggle’s real #fakeNews dope stragglers

Strangers to everyone’s mortality sin, a scat-load of loud sounds, evolutionary metaphors.

Personally from Illinois, Mississippi, Texas, Washington and mighty old, #CalifoNyeEh

Hard rocks and heavy metal of the blown out star-sun of the gods, mighty Zeus’ or the Ra’s

Made seeds, roots and fruit of jism trees, to a rumba down by the Green River’s sandy nuts

A long time ago, way back when, baked to a crisp back in 1980, cake LSD TNT of King Tut’s.

Think about it, conceived, born, raised and blamed for the favor of being in thin, human skin

Rippin’ the balls off of your back and squeezin’ wombs into a singularity’s saintly trump-kin

Hands strapped across the power inside my rib cage, I am lonely, I am not the king of cards

Includes the woman, the women, the powerful, the hungry and the destitute city boulevards.

Whiskey and love mixed with the lust of the loins to produce the scenery above and below

Sunshine and moonshine rule days and nights of the stoned and the lucid, clear of brow

High intelligence proves that when you get the chance to face your own death, you win it

Drunk or stoned, same place, same time as the place that the priests and angels will exit.

No honey or good times left over for the ones who were blinded by lights, womb’s Sublime

Blinkin’ a few times because you cannot believe that you were dead wrong the whole time

From the altar of the boys and girls, turned water into wine, Thor and Jesus begged forsooth

Whiskey rivers flowed in me, young enough to die for freedom, forget ‘bout ‘57 chevys’ truth.

A simple man or a simple eagle in flight from here to there, because of the hunger to be One

From the multi-zillions of bytes of matter in the matrix-universe, we are here and now, lucky

Many have attempted the trek from the gods know where to down here where the fish swim

Snakes crawl, birds fly and not even god can stand on One leg, it #Ends, ALOHA Dead Sea!

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r j j stephan, i { UFO = FOO fighters, google it! #BaldyEagle says, “...paranoia strikes deep, into your life it’ll creep...step out of line & The Man’ll come take you away!” Therefore, STOP! Look around. You better! -- #bUFFALOsPRINGFIELD

c. Sunday, June 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #ForWhatItsWorth & HITS by #BuffaloSpringfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gp5JCrSXkJY }

spawned

FINIS