#FarOutMan #Wait #WHAT? #ExpandNothing

SHE LIKES #SMITH-WESSON LOVE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 17, 2019

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Function of shy calculus and the history of civilization are products of chambering one dud

This Earth was a star and now it’s on the way to it’s holy finale, supernova of crimson blood

Flesh and bone and the ugly bad guys, pretty good blockheads disintegrate to the rock bottom

It is black because there is no light to see, to shine on the things to see them, to devour them.

A perfect division of the things between the good and the evil is the imagination’s illusion

Fearing to become the evil is a desperate struggle for survival of the good slave cylinder car

Animated the essence of the plasma coming from exploding neutrons in a rabbit hole’s sun

Vacuumed abyss all inside of your mind with nothing outside of you, the thing itself you are.

You may be the punk that your father raised you to be, tellin you that you needed the power

To defend the muscles and bones that keep you little mind in a tizzy, you never can tell boy

Bad things coming out of nowhere if you’re not looking for a second, just to bring you down

Used to be the food but now it’s just against the morality commandment rules, got it Brown?

If you ain’t totally black and I don’t mean bronze, absolute zero of any color, I’m albino white

Pink eyes like scurrying weirdos gatherin’ dust/crumbs fallin’ from being made in the shade

Every-man grown into war’s boys with an ego or superego, incompatible with the end of life

Wanting to leave nothing behind, alone ant at one, the Id warrior’s twelve slices of the blade

Layin’ it down here and now, you either survive a long time or you don’t, it’s all about Gold

It may be buried or safe in a locked chest of treasure but one thing for certain, it is all a God

With gold we exist and without it, Terra Ferma is whatever it was before you and I birthed it

Made it up out of the empty mind of surviving well, too much Time on hand, mischief’s chit.

So, if you want to get to heaven once your breath ceases, immerse the words you get a hold on

Deep down into your self where you’ll be every night when you are asleep, in the dead end too

Do not need the body or the brain to have a mindful consciousness which sucks plasma suns

Moving, animated to nudge the linear and complex to become the flower of the seeds’ screw.

Intentions are ripe, reptile fears from the amoeba and a snake brain in a naked ape war-fight

From nothing or from a specially ‘kin-created’ mass of energy, germ delivery form of storks

Cut nerves between the protein molecules, Nothing happens before garden apple snake bite

Billions of particles squirted on me, a egg-thing itself, flower power in me, all neuron quarks.

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r j j stephan, i *Dedicated to my father on Earth, RIP #AlbertRichardStephan Usnavy who wanted me to join USNavySEALs.com; got delirious and joined the USAF 1971-1975 just for #ChitUndGiggles! }

c. Wednesday, July 17th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Zztop #TubeSnakeBoogie & HITS on youTube link rockin’ with a #LoadedChamber y’all enjoy now ya hear? @ https://youtu.be/i5_lpQqfiy8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Imposter #FakeRico #MakeItReal or else #ForgetAboutIt #DanmSkippy #Devadip @CarlosSantana @TheEagles

ONE MORE THING...GET OVER IT!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 16, 2019

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Stolen hearts from the early teenager love for the squirting solar wind inside Love’s raw loins

It’s not my fault that volcanoes want to erupt now and then, it’s part of all the planned sit-ins

Rollin the dice playin’ the hands I got dealt and watchin’ the looks on the losers! Dive! Dive!

It doesn’t get any better than this, extinction comin’ with every breath, yet still alive to thrive.

I don’t know what you know but if it’s what all of the philosophers and priests know, forget It

Nothing important when you define your terms, nouns and pronouns and past participle scat

Freedom to speak speech you’ve been groomed to blow out your pie hole, that IS a good one

Talk about the taboos now, what you cannot say or even think because it’s a mortal sin bun.

You must appreciate the flow of the atmosphere and the Truth of the Matter, dead star ashes

Earth dirt to bury bones underground before the Word comes out and ruins the gods’ class

Sight unseen for the sore eyes or the 20/20 vision blind boys from Georgia or Alabama y’all

Blues and soulful griping about being alive on Earth, blind since birth without havin’ a bawl!

Gone home every night when I could find it with the white cane, red tipped foldin’ straw-stick

Walk home with me baby and you may not get to the place you wanna go, if I feel good, I do it

This and that as the world turns a spinnin’ wobble, H2O riptides, JLo, girl's got some #Baque

Love shinin’ on the ocean like the moonlight on the other side of the planetary essence’s face.

Don’t know if you’re goin’ back down to L.A. or back home to NYC but I know I still love you

I know you don’t love me any longer but it was a good run, 40 years of this gold turned blue

Gone back to the beginning of the time I met you, the day before I didn’t know you, just me

All together in a day or two, you’ll be fine with your new lover’s underground, invisible glee.

Purring like a kitty cat on your lap, my memory is ready to leap away, nevermore to return

Better the way the river flows from the melted snow down the mountain to the sea’s ash urn

All souls sacrificed faces, skeleton remains in 208 pieces without any teeth, shyte for a brain

Mixin’ garbage into the burning fire returns the many to the One, as above, so below, Rain!

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 16th, 2019 A.D. Tuesday @ 4:04 AM PST

{ #HeartTurnedToStone yet drafted jammin’ on #SANTANA Carlos_Santana #Devadip Carlos Santana #BestOf CARLOS SANTANA on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ZZP-WYpC2HE }

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F.I.N.I.S.

#StandinOnShakyGround #FromDayOneUntilDayNONE #LetUsRoll #SnakeEyesNoMore #TakeMeToTheRiverToo #WashMeDown

#7’s, ROLLIN’ ‘EM IN THE DARK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 15, 2019

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Soft smoothness inside of the hardened, stained glass holding it and I’m waiting to pour

Serious to be or not to be once the effect becomes overwhelming and out of this world

Not far but out of the world we know the enculturated way we’ve forgiven our ancestors

They knew not what they were doing to the yin and the yang, they didn’t know they’d fold.

Deck of pinochle cards total 48 and regular deck of 52, fiddling around with kings and queens

Some were ill and mean from years of neglect and passive enculturation by the queer elite

Thinking that it’s OK to rule all of the people all of the Time here on Earth is a fluke of fear

On a stage to play a part you were drafted and groomed for, lucky or not, it’s all Smoky bear.

Once the cactus works it’s essence into the balance of the mind and body, ya better be a #Star

Not responsible for #fake bravery and cultural extinction of Ugly, Bad and Good over the hill

Nothing to show for the days and nights, twirling around and in my coffee grounds in #Buck

Music sounds of melodies and voice modulation, Plato copied Zeus’ future Zeal in #Coolville.

On the other hand, you may live in fear of everything and everyone in front of your two faces

Cry about the unfairness of being sound and fit to survive in a hostile environment, we feel It

Shame and fully recommend giving it all away, you’ve worked your whole life, #fuqcode stat

Old poor ones who beg to be Great, full of wasted handouts never earned, Tick-Tock, Tax-Fat.

Calm down, have a breath of fresh oxygen, mix it with some of that clear juice from the cacti

Move away from the bar, shape shift the glass, it’s 2:00 AM, jaw locked tighter as bongo skin

Known and loved standards I’ve entangled in the languid spigot of every game in town, lo-hi

Hidden behind the bar’s the shotgun, the .44 and a sword that slices up-down-side, flashing.

Pirates and desperadoes never make it past the moment of the last stand against Earth haters

The killers of the living who cannot be controlled by community agreed upon regulatory fear

It’s spooky with people in control of our ghosts inside of each of our machines, blink a wink

Horror and ecstasy while being animated, thru danger and death with macho-punk, a fink!

Why did you throw a kiss when you left me the last time I saw you? You knew I had a song

Behind the wheel or on the sidewalk waiting for the #Uber to take me home or away, to fly

Victim of circumstance any way you look at it, not knowing what will happen in the by & by

Was a loser, a winner and I’m winning now, you’re losing me, you left and I’m already gone!

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r j j stephan, i { #JustLikeSevensEveryTimeIRollTheDice - Delbert McClinton }

c. #Lundi, July 15, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ #ForgotAboutIt so I drafted while listenin’ to Delbert McClinton #EveryTimeIRollTheDice & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FNd0OMUPMR4 }

F.I.N.I.S.