#EyeAintGotNobodyThatEyeCanDependOn @CarlosSantana #ALoveSupreme @JohnColtrane #LastNightSpectacularitySupernaturallyMine #YoYo #Yo

DON’T BE A MASHUP, YOU’RE GOD!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, June 28, 2019

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Y’all know who I’m referring to as I capitalize the first letter of you, know what I mean?

Y’all go to church on Sundays every week or temple on Saturdays or every holy revolution

Y’all spin around in wobbling circles or so I’m told from priests, nuns, brothers & foes

Y’all can count on one thing in this life or so I’m told from my national conscience, debt.

Nothing other than death can beat the feeling of a Supreme Being in debt to no skill set

Who in God’s name is in charge of the spin and wobble? Who’s in charge of throwing?

When I’m hit by a stranger or a loved one, I strike back twice as hard to warn them all

To be or not to be is to be the fool who mixes up my humility and appearance with bums.

Bums being the men and women who keep their hands out until they’re filled with deadpan

To get the stamps for the food, the tax payouts of welfare checks to the hungry for concerts

Even the poor and the huddles masses need to reconvene in the center of the middle plan

Uttermost echelon of the the cosmos itself, you know what I mean, pity the fool Peter Pan.

Girls cannot be boys and boys cannot live forever, therefore, I think I was, all that she wrote

These words, all of the entire species’ genome, the x and y chromosomes of the nut dreamer

Species’ extinction in a super nova to come, wake the F up, Supreme evil genius, Id schemer

One Id for the whole shebang, squeeze it out of your #Holy oneness, be and then pass it out.

Lies mated with the language to deceive the oneness granted to divine, conceived by conmen

They too will meet the fate of those who are fleeced like the sheep’s flock in hell, AHO, Amen

On being all too human, dimly bright, unevolved oh, amoeba and paramecium pre-afterglow

Putting random collisions of protoplasm in an atmospheric fishbowl is interesting, um, no?

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi 28 juin deux mille dix neuf (année du Seigneur) Friday June 28 2019 AD

{ Drafted from THE #VOID after #LoveSupreme Carlos Santana concert last evening with the The Doobie Brothers NOW to santana_carlos012 link @ https://youtu.be/7sXt-j6s1bM }

W.W.A.R.D.?

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#MaybeNotSoSpecialAfterAll #WWARD #OpenMyHeartSurgeon

GOOGLE NEUTRINO, LOVE ME NOT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, June 26, 2019

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Where’s Robin or Penguin or Joker or Riddler or even Bat-Bird when you need #GOOGLin’

Nobody knows and nobody cares unless it’s got something in it for you or me, a dysfunction?

Here’s the point. There are no super heroes, not even regular heroes, just phqn dumb luck

Being in the right place before someone else on the planet gets to it, the whole cosmic shack.

Put into perspective after you’ve achieved the pinnacle of success getting a PhD in philosophy

Kissin’ the diploma and throwin’ the gauntlet down the sink with the original and mortal sin

I didn’t do anything wrong and the laws of nature rule my world, my age and shoe shine skin

Kissin’ faces that turn away when bad breath deceives olfactory senses, last call to alcoholin’.

In the business’ pleasure trippin’ vacations of your little feet, big boots and tiny, minion kids

Look around the place in space where you’ve received your soap and toothbrush, spit to spat

Trouble in the darkness without fences to keep out the blazing light of the darkness, holy scat

Improved the suffering genome, the DNA without mothers or fathers to enculturate their Ids.

Putting one of your feet in front of the other is fine if you have feet that are able to walk, dig!

From the bowels of eternity into the open stage of the Earth’s surface, all you can be in a wig

Bald heads are fine as well since they’re actually mutants of the mischosen mates of Jesus C

Recessive genes cause immaculate conceptions, perennial #FakeNews, a dead fish of the sea.

Who doesn’t hate themselves for loving someone else, it means you take second place to love

It is a required modus operandi for the folks who mate, copulate and generate hand in glove

So that the creator of nothing, the Void as it were, can watch without eyes, our crime’s repos

Of the guilt feeling which forces the mind to punish, amend and assimilate, only God knows.

A man in a bat or a bat in a man matters not one twit, not one tweet in the twittersphere, man

If I had a million dollars, I’d buy a boat and a Freightliner cabover to pull it, up n’ downwind

From the dawn’s light to the last glimmer of dusk, I read the words that meant to be a Truth

Measure of the fact to be proven is that it can be verified and re-verified, independent sooth.

Dreaming of the discovery unseen by the eyes of humanity due to it’s awesome, holy #Google

All there is and ever will be is right here and now in front of our eyes, liberty’s non-stop flight

Therefore, the end is near and it may be the end of days for consciousness’ lame memorabilia

I am a shadow boxer of shadow-banning, gravity graves desensitized ash, GD neutrino blight.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #PrincePlaysTheSmoothBlues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/D4E2-KAYNO4 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GOjohnnyGO #JohnnyBeGood #NotSoMuch #GoGitSome #Boss #BruceSprinsgteen #SoSmooth #CarlosSantana @BrothersOsborne #HASHTAG #ROFL

HONEYSUCKLE SOME HONEYBEE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 25, 2019

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Like it or not, you’re breathing and living right here and now, you better get on the stick, slick

Wastin’ time is not an option if you can’t open your eyes anymore, when you lose your mind

All gone on the final heartbeat of the drama, whiskey and tobacco in your face makes it kind

Smile n’ laugh all day long, dreamin’ of sugar plums and calm seas ahead, fire dragon’s trick

Got laid out in the casket but I wanted to be burned and pulverized into bonified fake balls

Rebels have succumbed to the fallen angels’ philosophy of Being Evil in the sons of the Live

I’m so full of holy patience in a sewer hole full of God’s wasted damsels dialing 24/7 robocalls

Of men and the vermin who crash matter from mastication to defecation in a fake hive of jive

Wine, whiskey and memories of the fabulous nights from 9 to 5, graveyard shiftin’ your gears

Only you know like I know everything that happened and we know nothing of any Free will

It’s gospels and epistles, stories about livin’ somewhere around a mountain of rivers’ freefall

Meltin’ snow-caps’ snow-drops to the rain’s current of the deep, blue sea, angel-devil bears

Mean men taught me the meaning of life from the being of compassion to someone with none

As a Singularity’s essence in a black hole, I’ve entered forces my leak of a secret Truth unspun

Love’s fighting over who’s the anointed one and who isn’t, just a slave somewhere on a beach

Visually aromatic smell in a hole of invisible, holy worlds of divine order, sound’s odor reach.

YOU and the rest of the nature of being will disappear into the Singularity, Superego’s goal

Like it or not, no angels waiting in heaven or hell for your disembodied consciousness’ soul

Dawn suddenly comes when my eye lids blink, let the sun’s shine into holy darkness’ mummy

Put on the faded jeans and the DagoT, groom and bloom on to the twilight and a SoCal scree

No bread, no food, no money, no wheels, no job but it never rains in California, least I’m dry

All US pioneers who came out west on buses, cars, trucks, jets, even hitched a ride to get high

Where the ocean wind blows inland and forest fires blow away into the Sierras, we dead right

Not even one small step for mankind can disguise the facts of life, my daddy told me to fight

Until I can’t take another breath and can’t move another inch from the recline decline, Move

Be the Unmoved Mover if you’d be the most useful to your culture’s civilization, China Grove

Or maybe it wasn’t a grove and it was just me looking within an empty Void of blown bubbles

In your out-basket of labor and care for your fellow human beings, build tall marijuana walls

From Texas to California, New & Old Mexico, Arizona to SW San Diego, chant #LockHerUp

On a flesh and bone or a steel horse, go until sundown, campfire, supper, sleep, repeat slide

It’s all about the Time spending it here in Space with y’all like it or not, it is what it is, suicide

Nobody steps in the same river twice, literally, the River passes Time in Void Space’s phqup.

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r j j stephan, i #DontHaveToBeRichToBeMyGirl #JustYourWantYourKisssssssss

c. Mardi, June Two Five, Two Thousand and Nineteen Anno Domini

{ drafted while being Unmoved in the Movement & blasting the jams on youTube #Kiss Prince IF YOU CAN! ahhhhhhhhh, hit it y’all! https://youtu.be/CkrT9u7ms1c }

W.W.A.R.D.?