#GodDontLetMeLooseMyNerve - @CarlosSantana #SoSupernatural #AllDayLongAgain #AdInfinitum

MISSISSIPPI WHEN I WAS 19, Y’ALL*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 8, 2019

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It’s not my fault for the way I think, Mississippi roll the way you understand, y’all do wonder

As a matter of fact, all that matters is that you are at home with the way you feel about yonder

I mean, down yonder past the final pump of your heart when the dream ends, forever all gone

Certified by the ones who cannot bear to smell the smell of the dead and gone, six foot down.

Gone already, Hawaii to Alaska, over to Japan, SKorea, California, Illinois, Texas & Montana

All of the tunnels go two ways, back and forth, nevertheless it’s the only way home to nirvana

Nothing for us to recollect, you don’t want to remember the bum deal you’ve made, kiss this

Last good thing you’ll ever see before your sentence to the rock quarry forever, pump my fist.

Don’t cry like a baby because you can’t get a shot at strangling me, live the way I talk to be fit

There’s nothing more you can do other than wait like the rest of the living. waiting for an end

Just like Sunday morning, yours is coming soon enough, one of seven days of dirty Earth, It

Bugs, bunnies, birds, ducks, eagles’ R&DNA in all present life, alien crash, tired of a godsend.

I’m going to leave the rest of the saga up to you to finish, you’ve got the tools to evaluate & go

Collect two hundred dollars when you pass go, then roll die for doubles or the jail blow of Joe

Coming down to the bottom line at the end of the stars’ story, it just never ends, on to infinity

Unfathomable to finite mongers of Time’s Space, I’ll guess who we all are and oh, it’s schitty!

Drinkin’ a whole fifth on the sixth or the ninth is a sign of giving up on being a sober success

Nobody gets drunk on alcohol and succeeds at being reasonably logical, extinction in distress

If you plan on being addicted to anything other than air and water and plants, forget about it

There’s nothing else in the universe y’all, nothing is hidden, old Miss knows, Big Muddy chit!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #Supernatural Carlos Santana #Devadip on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MNcB0l0H9qE }

• #BurnedAtNineteen

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoNotTestMe #PutYourNotesAndBooksAway #SurpriseQuiz

CAN’T STINK IT, SLOW YOUR ROLL!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday September 8, 2019

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Engage your mother’s egg consciousness, the DNA within you will get deeper than the Voids

Not to mention any names or the philosophies of subjects and objects of stupid hemorrhoids

Ask or tell no Word, it doesn’t really matter what you think or feel, a preface to a maggot fly

A place in outer space, right here and now, not before you were conceived or after you tie dye

I hate myself for loving me and you hate me for loving myself, the categorical imperative Zen

What it takes to come to the conscious awareness that this Life on Earth is all there is? Om

Nothing to lose if you entertain the lonely notion that the Earth is in the middle of Void dirt

Stardust from the emptiness, regardless whether you like it or not, shoot messenger’s spurt!

DNA in and out of my nervous system, you can’t move my body, ain’t papa’s brand new bag

Spirit haunting until brain drains the mind’s consciousness, a Will to Power, being a sea hag

Flight above the Earth, above and below it, both inside and outside of this particulate Many

Pamper your ignorant idiocy, it means nothing but your diamonds ain’t no good in eternity!

Sure, we all can rock and roll but some of us do not care to chew on the cud, grazin’ in grass

Nothing really matters at all, my ancestors have answered my call for help to save my jive ass

It’s just mine though, a fallen non-angel altar boy that knows shit-faced weed smokers’ high

You can enjoy this or that moment, it’s at your free will choice, pretenders’ wings don’t fly!

God and the subject of childhood education, to merge the new blood into the masses of dirt

To whom it may concern, personal creator or immaterial spirit notion, her weird short skirt

Lookin’ at the shape of the muscles underneath the skin and overlying the all there is, pearls

My body and your body, just the x and y chromosomes of cool, nasty boys and naughty girls!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ jammed this out of the Void this AM while listenin’ to the WTF with Marc Maron on iheart link @ https://www.iheart.com/podcast/wtf-with-marc-maron-18894591/ }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

PERFECTION & UNCOMFORTABLE SURVIVAL BEING THE FITTEST, now #STFU

 -------------GIT, GIT----------------

CARCASS OF A MASTODON? STONEMASON, I AM

by

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.?