PERFECTION & UNCOMFORTABLE SURVIVAL BEING THE FITTEST, now #STFU

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CARCASS OF A MASTODON? STONEMASON, I AM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 7, 2019

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Broken bones of us, hot ice of humans have little or nothing to do with stardirty carbon dates

You are as insignificant as you thought you might be, nothing special, just the DNA, humane

Everywhere in the universities and colleges there are repositories of the Truth, starman fates

Museum of Earth’s historical record is present, extraterrestrial, evolved planets, AHO, amen.

Now the ignorance and the enlightenment will wax and wane, like the Earth shadowed moon

Just because y’all think that your mirror image of the form is so pretty, it wants to reproduce

Power to destroy the black holes of the future are lurking in every atom, in nucleic neutrons

Videos and spoken or written Words are both Up and Down, speed of light’s fated papoose.

Heat from nuclear fusion is immanent as the sun collapses into it’s future eclipse zig heils

Gravitational collapse is only a symptom of the spin and wobble, as the orbital ellipse goes

So goes the mental activity of the brains which adapt to the dormant crystals, extremofiles

Hydrocarbons are getting me too high to think about these eternal verities, as a god does.

In your mind as in my own, we are less than the stardust, the selves are imaginary fools

No power other than to animate a bag of bones and pursue happiness to avoid the pain

Knowledge and power leading to nowhere but the cinders, dead underfoot, killer pools

Pure gas, pure liquid, pure solid and the meaning of that is that, you and I got lucky rain.

I wished for years that the rain would come and wash away all of the memories of darkness

Space and Time mere conceptual analysis of the perception resulting from consciousness

Imagination is real and the real is imaginary, Reality is imaginary, Truth is trouble, eye is

A third one, an eye that sees the Truth through the fabrication, unequivocal Kool-ade fizzes.

Close the book after the final page is turned, you’ve read it aloud, you know it all, it’s caput

Off with the heads of the professors who knew but didn’t divulge the known unknown silk

Smooth and ready to soothe the savage beasts who want to kill, eat the killed, phuq & die

That’s all there is if you look around and ask your friends and classmates, a wall with a fly.

We, for no reason at all, are both here in this Space and in Time going past us, it’s coming

Reminders of the transitory nature of things themselves are how we die, killjoy a ton of fun

Old age’s disease of mortal flesh, like fine wine, humanity’s X factor black holed God ding

Invisible cosmic rays, bright infrared smashed cores of atomic stardust ash, black hole, #1.

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r j j stephan, i { “Money don’t grow on trees Richie!” -- my truck-driver dad, Albert R. Stephan R.I.P. pops! You are my own, personal prehistoric pops! #EyeLoveYaMan }

c. September 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ between the #BirthOfStarsInTheUniverse link @ https://youtu.be/T3X6UxkLP9w & jammin’ to Cage The Elephant #AintNoRestForTheWicked link @ https://youtu.be/wBgp5aDH23g }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#ROVERS & #MartianDustDevils #PuzzleDrizzle

DISINTEGRATE, DARKSTAR STUFF!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, September 6, 2019 A.D.

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Evidence of hydrogen and oxygen in the empty Void, be astonished or you’re not living here

Not now or ever will anything or anybody need the empty space around us, it’s dead air bleed

Radiation and collapsing of the burn we feel as the heater in the frozen tundra, helium beer

Drunken alcoholics are the meat and potatoes of the looping, spinning the dissolving creed.

Creed of songs sung by nobody you knew or will e’er meet other than magic wand, page form

Frozen methane or butane, liquid natural gas, solid unnatural gas, it is what it is, yes, we bad!

Giants midgets on the lam from the Big Bang, lookin’ out for the MOAB, a #SuperNova norm

At least I read the Word and I’m persuaded by the logic and reason of moms’ monsters, dads!

Dying star we all are, the power to destroy you and the meat and potatoes, implode black hole

Shouted from the volcanic eruptions and tidal waves of the wobble and spin, up-down soul

Force of One to be reckoned with 24/7 and 365.9 days and nights, monster evolution of acid

Some power to show all the power but from far, far away from the core, pain reveals the ‘Id.’

Graves and Gravity are merged into one concept, a place for mom, for dad and all of you, US

Nobody, not one living thing, nothing gets out of this place of space sideburns, fire works, son

My daughters, sisters and mothers are boggling my mind, I’m left in my 1 singular, magic bus

Riding without a driver, headed to the Oneness, radiation of the gamma rays, my hotdog bun.

Stars born and stars annihilate the monster Black Holes, collapsing in a Big Bang whimper

Nobody left to hear the sound of the implosion of the core of being, billions of atoms forever

Form and shape of whatever the matrix allows, spread out into the galaxy of solar systems

Ten million black holes are everywhere, facts of life are not given, variable trails to her hems.

Mothers and sisters and daughters, the nuns of the Nothingness smiling, we’re all-in deeply

There’s no free choice after the conception of life, it is what it is and does what it does, forced

No free will to choose this or that inside any human, wouldn’t be prudent you know, you see?

Once you stop the beat, mystery goes on, Truth’s jackpot, to be or not, I don’t know, OM, G!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 6th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:30 AM, #WhatTimeIsIt

{ drafted while listenin’ to #TheBirthOfStarsInTheUniverse on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/T3X6UxkLP9w & the #SpinDoctors #WhatTimeIsIt link @ https://youtu.be/4HuPW0_oWAk }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LineEmUp #KnockEmBack #FillEmUp #WhiskeyGlasses #FourEyes

VIBRATO & BREATHING, ALL GONE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 5, 2019

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Fire is it, all of it, for a moment or a century, the thrust of the species’ genome is a divine ape

Nevertheless, this here DNA has the capacity to fly or fall, with or without wings or a red cape

Superboys or underdogs lookin’ for the yin yang hook-up from L.A. or NYC’s gold papergirls

Married or single, mothers, sisters, aunts or maids and nuns of the lords, wombs need rooms.

Fell in love or lusted for the taste of the flesh and bone, smells of sweet love in a twilight zone

Fortunato and the amigos drank all the wine in the cellar full of wooden barrels, I’m all alone

Down in the cellar, in the darkness or damp dirt and star dusted kegs of bloody love, godsons

Cards on the table, face up just because they’re played, can’t change the flip, all on, I’m done.

Blue collars don’t hide the red necks that cover for the hide and hair of my kin, gold mamas

Without the shake and rattle of the beauties I came from, I wouldn’t have been space’s time

A tick tock, tick tock, from day one to the last night, cuddled up or huddled up, doin’ chachas

In and out of rest stops, drinkin’ smokin’ eatin’ the grounds of a DJ Supreme Being’s slime.

First move of the First Cause, the origin of the species and the animation of a dead pan alley

Walkin’ on bricks, stones, rocks, asphalt tar and the gas of ice water, hard liquor’s hard, see?

Soft goin’ down, shot after shot until the last one, then you get up off of your bar stool for pie

On the slick sawdust floor, I stumbled, I fell down and broke my face in three, me, myself & I.

Finally, happy hours are done and we’re gettin’ busy between silk sheets of a papa bear’s cave

Fast forward and rewind ad infinitum, nevertheless it’s gonna change and I win with a save

Losing is only one thing that happens when you’re learnin’ the rules and tricks of a holy herd

It’s what you can’t get but hunger grows for keepers, for red, white and blues Truth, a Word.

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r j j stephan, I

c. September 5th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Morganwallen #GoneGirl & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FDrB1Q1NRn8 }

 

 

 W.W.A.R.D.?