#WeAllHaveADanmGoodTime #AintGonnaWasteOneMinute @ChrisJanson #SmokeEmIfYaGotEm

<3 span="">A BILLION BLIND MICE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 9, 2019

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In the name of the apex of Pyramid of Cheops (Khufu), something has arrested the attention

Of the One and the Many, something was known and then the species lost a key to creation

It is not the Love or the Hate or the Indifference, we’re the remnants of a star in the pantheon

Gods of humans are one and the same, starstuff of cosmic debris in a billion deadheads’ kin.

Rubbing the sticks together for the friction of the fire isn’t working any longer, head of a Void

Punks and heroes die together in a plethora of plasma, dead in the hub of absolutely nowhere

Spokes of the round wheel connect the core to the outlaws and bandits of law and order’s fix

To the killing apes, mankind who kills all animals on Earth including its own DNA appendix.

Eating and drinking The Way of the warrior-hobos who walk the planet both lost and found

Without a thin dime and dirty begging fingers reachin’ for the handouts from anybody’s labor

But not the consuming freeloader who wants what you have but doesn’t want to keep sound

Flying around fecal matter of the moving things, the lives’ things, hunks of astral funk-odor.

Earth smells in Space, all of the aliens know that noses are the only way to smell big trouble

Whether it’s right in front of the face punchin’ you right in the nose, #SuzyQ but I love you

I always will no matter what, until the sky falls into the sea, I’ll be true so say you’ll be too

If you wander off of my reserved spot for you, that’s fine, I’ll be here in God’s dam, bubble.

Frozen and too far from a star, nothing DNA can bake and mutate, I animate grapevine flocks

Here and Now we are in this Present being shoved from the Past into the inevitable #Brexit

No shock to be all alone with no allies in a hostile environment which wants to suppress It

To be the It that is alien to the Fold, tribe or holy country. to be or not be inhumane phux.

In and out of the ears, in One and out the Other, about to lose my mind over goddess’ folly

Imagination is more important for comprehension of the abstract nature of consciousness

More important than life itself, no other animal on Earth has it except the human, it’s holy

See what you got, a microscopic microdot of code, we’re all upset over Nothing, it’s a guess.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July, 9th, 2019 @ 2100 hours PST Mardi Soir

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Darius Rucker & Zac Brown Band & Runaway June #JohnWayne #WildWest on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WFEXyz_aziI & https://youtu.be/b6c9Udooy4I & https://youtu.be/NBbfHMj0ITE }

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#DoNotDoubtYourSelf #YouAreAlwaysRight #YouGotItRightTheFirstTime #BlackEyedPeas

 -------ssss#FERGIEssss-------

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

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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.?