#IBelieveNothing #ScepticismIsAllOfIt @ZZTop #BlackFlyHits #GloryDays #SpringsteeN

GLORY DAYS, WEALTH & HUMANS

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RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN
SUNDAY, JULY 28, 2019

ssssss#ZZTopss#BlowYoTopsssss

Tried to scratch my back and it was a no goo-goo for mom Earth’s hairy ape Supernova tomb

It is here and now and just as grim as the first day of the revelation, that’s a remedy, A bomb

A need to eat food due to the hunger of the fire in the belly, where’s the creator’s faulty scum

Liquid, solid from beginning natural gas of the Oneness or from a Void snapped to be a bum.

Boys and girls gatherin’ ‘round the dwindling fire before it goes out for the black night ahead

Ice cold beer and J.D. Tennessee whiskey might help me and the full moon pass away, dread

Black, opaque emptiness of Power, just a blazing star of a whole soul we’re Mrs. & Mr. Void

Comparative literature of the calculus and the physics behind the chemistry, I write to avoid.

Whatever has never been thought about I could care less about, as opposed to GAF about god

On my knees way more than average GI Joe from the 1960’s, oldest son, an altar boy’s vault

Speakin’ Latin and dodgin’ bullets from the .38 had my crack in the crosshair, fired up a dud

Never hurt so much that I wanted to die to end Pain, I’m sure y’all have but it ain’t my fault!

Down underneath the crust of the planet, imagine the shape of Earth without H or O, no H2O

You can imagine at the back of your mind, sandy desert with hungry snakes and dead gumbo

What it’s all about by the by, is to take on down and disappear with long gone, shots and beer

Out of cash in Big Sur, sold my electronics to a ‘guy’ to git bullets, drank 151Rum, shot a deer.

Advantage to survive all alone without another of the same species, to be selfish is to survive

In case you never thought about it, you can’t stay a little longer, amiga lover, let’s super thrive

Until it comes time to defend the loved one with all of your power, even your life, lay it down

Kiss that #FakeMe if you see me, sodium first, primate fusion, shot straight away, I’m blown!

Storm in this dream are just the Time in Space between Earth’s revolutions in elliptical orbit

Around and about a holy and necessary thing that’s happening, the atomic fusion’s sol-fission

None of the behavior of the minions who govern the mob rule and execute bad boy infection

Meaning rebellion must be next to suicide, can’t have it, don’t want it but the lonely just do it.

Trapped like food that can’t get away from the dinner table or even away from the red hot fire

Barbecued by the RR tracks, holy bones and organic matter, special patties of muck and mire

Suckin’ down to the empty center of a finite remnant of a Big Bang or a stealthy twitter-tweet

Don’t put yourself in my place, I’m tired and bored, let us spark redwood flames, #YouFired!

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #GiveItUp #ShowMeWhereItsAt ZZtop - zupy i zapiekanki new CD What's Goin On Qatar eh? #ZZTopGoin50 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/I8LZMne7wfQ }

#BlackCat FINIS

#Grunts #Jarheads & #Flyboys #NeverSurrender

NOTHIN’ SMOKE, JARHEADS’ ROCK

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, July 27, 2019

---- #LIES or #LiveWithoutYou or #BringTheCurtainDown ----

 

Free from saggin’ gravity, lost in situational equations, all marines, vikings of #TwoLip sons

All of the bacteria and viruses have become One with the outer space, where it all gets done

No more beasts of burden hurting and being hurt, eaten and beaten for crimes of my passion

Dreaming of being asleep, being worried about dying in a dream, superman’s beast o’burden.

A to Z and 1, 2, 3, 4 from the nativity of my seed of consciousness to dissolutionary sol-fizzin’

In Time and Space’s warped matrix, light and sound feels very good, I’m a 2-3-74 Phildickian

One singularity on the event horizon and you and I have no free will or choice, like it or not

Drivin’ up or down the #One as they call it, there’s a reason for that, I’d say Big Sur gunshot.

You don’t know and I don’t care but regardless of your attitude or comprehension, like a drip

Just like your ancestors and descendants, here and then just a lost twin’s far-out acidic triplet

Permutation of DNA with the LSD re-fried country-fried chicken, double-burgers and my Ma

Earth of my home caves, darkness lit by fire in the underground holes, my mother, our fauna.

When two people of ANY century make history by recollecting energy, It splits atomic mass

Nowhere to go outside of the planet’s atmospheric pressure, atop or underground dumbness

It is done, we are #SpaceTruckin just because that’s the way this sheet of music turned It out

A spirit, a ghost, an ephemeral whiff of smoke in a mirror, I needed to see a trippin’ cubscout.

You’ve got a brain tumor and you have dementia due to the severe head blows of in life’s blow

On this road of Love, we found the Way, to run a cross-cut buzz-saw, to cut wisdom’s hot cow

Bull by the horns, a grip that will never release, if a bacterium seeks a host to kill, eliminate It

From inanimate objects to amino acid and solar plasma, it’s life of a star, a film, a play, a skit.

Grateful to not be dead while on the road, trippin’ in a hundred years, because I’m so alone

Even if you don’t see the deep-seated beauty within me, under my clear skin, veins run blues

Nothing red outside of me until a hole punctures through the insufficient armor to the bone

Empty arms in empty space but I still wanna hug and kiss you, don’t die, never let It ooze!

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r j j stephan, I

c. July 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:04 AM PST

{ drafted to ELVIS PRESLEY #30Number1HITS #SpiderMurphy #NowAndThenTheresAFoolSuchAsI link @ https://youtu.be/-unOfZiTM_0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatTheIntercourse? #WhoTheIntercourse #WokeUpWithWood @AlanWatts

TIME TO BLACKHAWK THE KINGS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, July 26, 2019

-------------- TO BE AWAKE, W O R D --------------

Smilin’ about nothin’ once I found out we’re all here and now, lonely, alone without a rescue

We’ve no particular place to go except rockin’ in a wobble around a burnin’ out star, it’s YOU

Nobody ever had all of this figured out and they kept havin’ more babies to break hard rocks

Left an historical record with the feats of the feet that tripped ‘round in a rodeo of Goldilocks.

My soul drippin’ rock blues’ spirit flights above the ozone into the Ether, Space and Time too

Music’s melodic arpeggios soothed me after my mama moved on to the hereafter’s harmony

My daddy was actually my father, nicknamed after my infantile expression of Love for Man

It is what he was and always will be to me, even as I drift away from the gravity to the grave.

From the core to the surface, the erotic feeling in my feet as they dance in glee, no shackles P!

Hey cuz, hey brother, hey sister, even if you don’t honor your mama and papa, put this down

On paper or deep inside of your recollection power pack, between your ears’ chartreuse skies

In the hereafter, right here and now, it’s always been cold and dry but hot, frozen & #Free-ze.

One important piece of information for the young zygotes not quite here yet, in premature Id

What is the problem? It is what it is and it ain’t what it ain’t and that someday you’ll see Kid

I’m not your mama or your daddy but since you’re an orphan, nth degree in logic’s condition

Power to multiply, to divide, add and subtract is the skill of the atom, fission, fusion of a Sin.

To be or not, invalid questions, reasonable answers, undeniably necessary, venial #FakeSins

What is beautiful and what is the reason for existence in a death spiral with benefits, cat-lions

Cats to lick the fur clean and digest the hairballs for ignition of the Fire, raging flames of God

Mortality is the breathing in and out of the gas, heart shatters and dies, fuel exhausted blood.

My motor started runnin’ nine months before my mama dropped me into insanity, crazy God

Four letter words won’t help, shoutin' them to high heaven, there’s nothin’ out there, #NetZero

Wishin’ it was like they pretended it to be when they pushed my buttoned-up #edumykashun

Fillin’ in the blanks of the unknown with guesses of blind women’s holymen, It is #Welldone.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 26th, 2019 A.D. Friday @ 4:44 AM PST

{ #Tuckpointed while listenin’ to Multiservicios Zztop #RHYTHMEEN & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xNvHOekLpXo?list=PLRtwt-yfldRU9G5jbQAFXrmxcVCVHJY3Y }

FINIS