#DoNotDoubtYourSelf #YouAreAlwaysRight #YouGotItRightTheFirstTime #BlackEyedPeas

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DEEP LOVER OF NOTES’ PLAYERS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 8, 2019

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Life brings weird SOUNDS to the First Cause of your own conception and birth, oh man!

That’s all you can say in the end when all of the games are played all empty heaven sent

Truth and its diametric opposite are One and the same thing, dual point of view of a fan

Who and where you are, needle in the groove, present, past & future IS US, we represent.

All in for the long haul whether trouble finds me with you or not so, be prepared cub scout

When you turn into a bear after the long adolescent hibernation, you will be challenged out

From your most cherished blind faith beliefs in the Things Themselves to the enigma of Id

What the substance of the atoms of matter becomes is an unnamed anomaly, it’s The Kid.

Walked the red dirt in the foothills for two days to find nothing but golden air’s dead obits

In the night or in a day there’s nothing different except for sweet shadows of my girl’s thigh

Because, so I’m told, the planet is spinnin’ and wobblin’ on an invisible axis to forced orbits

In infinite revolution with a finale as either a Red Giant, White Dwarf or a Black Hole sigh.

Speakers’ modulation of a high fidelity amplifier blast decibels to Mercedes’ ears and eyes

Reason and logic, in the hands of alpha males of the human population on seven continents

Wasted on the inevitably extinct species that used to be the aliens of this solar, systemic pi

It’s 3.14 any way you look at it, from the a quick in ant out of an alpha male kissing the sky.

All the addictive Jazz and R&B and R&R and Country and Classic and Folk, my wheelhouse

Logic on the job to reduce the wonder to the known, the ‘x’ to the variable ‘y’ of man & mouse

From the south to the north pole and all around the equator, DNA animates the gas’ liquids

Hope and Faith and Charity all concepts of the species’ random survival mechanism for kids.

Mothers and fathers of everyone, y’all are responsible for this here scat in front of your eyes

It’s for your eyes only, all of y’all and I don’t mean maybe, that’s what my mama used to say

When she was serious about the discipline I required to adapt to my future Time that flies

From perch to perch, from microbe to things that eat things like me, it’s got to be my eyes!

One last thing, in case we don’t see eye to eye, now or in the future or past, con macho gusto

¡El placer es todo mío! and that is about all that needs to be said, this LSD acid trip is a must

For the angels above and below the ash and rock blown from the burning star-stuff above me

What it is will be what it has always been and what it will always be, a supreme idiotic finale.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday July 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST #PHAT #YeahYouKnowMe #InkBlotHeader

{ drafted while listenin’ to the The Twilight Zone Armstrong & Getty Jackarmstrong & Joe Getty DF'rs on Talk 650 KSTE LINK @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/?autoplay=true&pname=15400&campid=header&cid=index.html }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ColdInTheMiddleOfTheRailroadTrack #WhatCanIDo #NoHelpFromYou #Thunderstruck @ACDC @TheRollingStones @ZZTop #ItsComplicated

WE’RE ONE OF THE ONES TOO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, July 7, 2019

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If all of the stars were exactly the same stuff as the moon, the sun, the planet Earth a Deum

Then what you have here in this empty matrix is everything within the spaced warp of her

It being the thing itself, all of it, the Alpha and the Omega both at One, world ad infinitum

Outside of this stuff of All of It, there’s an absence of atomic energy, a Void of anti-matter.

Pertaining to the launch to take off away from the gravitational pull of the Mother, just don’t

It will puncture the atmosphere and let out the stored up Nitrogen, Hydrogen. Oxygen tent

In the end the cause of extinction of the life on Earth are the astronauts who broke it bad

Ignorance of the requirement of the ‘CELL’ to remain isolated from the Void vacuum is sad.

Now that the damage is done, they need to find a way to pretend nothing is wrong with Earth

Living will be the Dying eventually, one way or the other, it’s all about premature afterbirth

Ignorance is probably the best way to treat the scientific data, pretend as if it’s quite alright

Neither online nor in libraries of the universities, Truth is, there’s a hole in the world tonight.

In a premonition, I saw myself, my body and mind but I was outside of them both, daphuq?

But it did not deter me from believing that I am the body and the mind, a bird the bees sting

Nothing else remains when I will some moment in the future, fail to respirate my good luck

In a form, there’s nothing in matter, expect nothing in the end, copping to little or nothing.

Eight miles up from this ground, you may not see the blackness but you will be all of The It

No choice from here, you and I began as a spontaneously combusted, holy Singularity split

Entrance and exit becomes what you know will be left over from a cool, Small Bang’s ICE

Customs keeps out the illegal germs of the petri dish of continental snake eyed bone dice.

In a million years you won’t remember this, am I right? That’s right, I am right, forget it

Nothing that the doctors, lawyers and judges said or did matters at all, it’s short term chit

Before they all die they think they can make most of it or all of it alright but that’s wrong

Human ZZ Tops on the side of the road, like-minded spirits, sing me a dark, sad cafe song.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 7th, 2019 A.D. 7-7-2019 Sunday @ 9:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Multiservicios Zztop #IGotsaGetPaid on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kaIZWjItReI }

 

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#PostThisScat #DoNotEverCry #BeABigBoyMan #OneToeOverTheByline #ToeTagIntoTheMystic #CASH #MONEY

HANDLE PAWSTEPS OF DA BEARS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, July 7, 2019

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Everybody is home everywhere you go, carry your phone, stare at your cell, hook it up y’all

We used to speak to one another, now we just look down, way down, why can’t it be found?

Could have been worse if you were my species of hoe-woman, I would have thrown it down

Broken love songs in my cyberspace’s empty ether, a deep space void wrappin’ up my mind.

War is just what comes in between the Peace that is artificial lull in a windstorm of existence

Sneaking or come right out and say it, you’ve no phuqyn idea why you exist, why you’re alive

Nothing is greener on the other side of any hill on this planet, it’s always the same, cold is hot

But Hot is never Cold, that’s why they have different word sounds, COLD & HOT, solar robot.

Space and the time you produce for the consciousness to absorb is the matrix, venue of God

Small children cannot see what the world is so the ignoramous ogres instruct the innocents

To be or not to be, taught from Kindergarten to Senior High, some survive pokes of a hotrod

In eyeballs when you’re hungry and tired, recorded for memory retrieval of what heaven sent.

Mothers are gone and fathers cannot tell one way or the other, cool water on the borders gold

Where you cross a line without holding your mother or father by their hand, alone to get old

Nobody cares that you only want to run away to the cave in the hills, where backs feel secure

Somebody won’t show up behind your back, behind the wall you build to protect what’s pure.

Since I’ve been walkin’ alone, lookin’ for foot and finger prints to follow, to animate my head

Bones won’t move on to the end because the mind has a notion of system failure, driftin’ dead

No air, no water, no Life as anybody knows it, just the macrophages of the DNA, synchronitic

It’s all comin’ together, all of the jagged-edge pieces smoothed out the iconic vision on a stick.

Like Popsicle, fudgesicles or icechip cones, lickin’ the liquids, drunk on the chinawhite trash

Up and in every hole, all seven of them, needles punchin’ knew holes in a genome DNA bash

First Cause of the first move that matter ever had was the creator inside and outside a dome

Stop, look, listen to The Word, comprehend meaning, take a last breath, you just now got It!

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r j j stephan, i #NowhereElseToGo

c. Seven, Seven, Twenty-Nineteen A.D. 7-7-19 A.D. 23:59

{ drafted while listenin’ to #JacksonBrowne #IAmAPatriot <3 span=""> & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/saYvWAVmT_s?list=RDsaYvWAVmT_s }

FINIS