TIME OF DEPARTURE, ON THE 5:55; You've got to #Funkify! #Chicago

 PERFECT, AS VOID AS FUNK, IT IS #1

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, September 9, 2019

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What it is everyone who didn’t know tried to tell me, showed me the ways to find out about it

YOU just need to shut your mouth and be quiet, nobody wants to know the truth or bull skit

Games of the plays in the world where animals and plants try to stay away from the hungry

All animals and plants will be eaten in the end, by the dream of the hu-men, all she hit-men.

Y’all either know what I’m talkin’ about or you don’t, if you don’t you’re a toy of the problem

Therefore, I was born to channel this ONE word through the black-white funk colored system

Where you think, therefore you are what you think, and you’re not kiddin’ that It is crazy cool

On hills or in the caves of cliffs, if there is food, fire and sex, THEY are comin’ here for it, fool!

Who THEY are? Somebody tell me...all I know is that I’m not the ONE, SOMEONE else is IT

Alpha that is the First Cause of the progress of finite Time, empty Space, cosmic comic s#it

Look at my face, listen to the nature of the beast’s scree, the empty, middle way to the Truth

Stop and listen for a few more moments, it All flows down from the volcano’s funk, forsooth.

Destroy nothing and you get nothing in return, even Steven, it’s a wash and zero net zero says

What it is, voidness’ invariability is absolute, not an atom or electronic, holy Void of neutrons

Pretend or witness with the perception display of the six senses, death of Earth’s certain, sons

That is what I’ve always wanted to tell you but I knew What It Is would ruin your future days.

Baby comes forth, child sees no evil, hears no evil and does evil once the live show begins It

Evil is Live spelled in reverse, It’s not my fault that it’s that way, It just Is, that is all, so I quit

Not one day has been wasted in attempting to become enlightened from the altar boy credos

I believe, I have faith, I’m a crusader to find the holy grail that doesn’t exist in any star’s dirt.

Funk of the morning’s afternoon is the darkness of the evening when the ignorance resumes

When the hunger is satisfied by hunters and gatherers of meat, potatoes, DNA leafy legumes

Herding and hunting for the things to eat to pass the time, spun nights’ days of blinded faith

Nothing but the next day and an imaginary afterlife dream scenario, left for the fear of death.

Written word of what this is will be uttered and shuttered due to it’s indubitable holy squalor

Word Up or Word Down, it’s the bait cast and the catch of You, is the dawn of your splendor

Eyes wide open, breathing the gas in and out to crank the mind into a frenzy, a tizzy and War

Tickled the powers, always seeking the intercourse and the party of Funk’s sea, 1, 2, 3 & four.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ drafted for those who’ll never read the words here, there or anywhere, it is What It Is anyways, & It Sure Is Funky, while listenin’ to the Temptations #WhatItIs ...We could have had it #GoinOn youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GRsqdItB3gU }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#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/ }

 

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