#PowerWithin #NothingWithout #Elvis @EddieMoney @VanillaFudge

FRY DAY, ONE 3 STUPID? b@1*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, September 13, 2019

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First of all, I’ve got street cred for me to know and you to find out, baloney grist of the meat

Ignorance is one thing but #StupidShouldHurt you, AG and everyone else who thinks sheet

About the nature of the beasts, the Earth, the sun and stars of Space, regarding the One, only

A universe that has little or nothing to do with the morality or ethics of the hominidal party.

It’s a matter of hashtagging your typed/tapped digital reproduction of your inner self’s suck

Goin’ down fast as the gravity and the rock and roll impediments will allow, it’s a mind pfuq

Not only for the sake of the human race but also for the only reason, a Humpty Dumpty slam

All the King’s men put the broken egg of origin back together again, the DNA is Eve & Adam.

Extinction of the Life on Earth will be done in some random lifetime not ours but then again

You and I never know when they want you to clear your throat or talk to a prism camera lens’

Watch an old movie you’ve seen many times like #MASH, #GoneWithTheWind or #TheBirds

Your false teeth fall out, your #Polident fails, you didn’t even use any, gum ‘em out, #Words.

Double dog dare the triple mad dogs in the pack, in the herd of cows that become a pig’s stop

Ham’s from a pig, flesh on soul filled bones, a brain of a Hog from pig wombs’ full of wet slop

In a position for the mathmatical and philosophical analysis of the thing itself, bride & groom

When my fingers n’ toes nails stop growing in a casket’s box, sweep my dusted witch’s broom.

This won’t happen again, this spin is your spin and it’s all you’ll get, stick a fork in that pork

Enjoy the ride or not, make an error and go to prison or live to be old on social security dork

Gimme back my bullets, ma, papa or brothers, sisters or kids for Papafrancisco Saint’s sake

Good God, evil’s the reversal, the Evil, Live spelled backward, bizarre being, I’m wide awake!

Fried baloney and chicken fried eggs on the spit, hot cakes and maple, cool watermelon seed

Hot coffee bean soaked in scalding H2O, syrup of the mountain lions’ prey, humanity’s creed

Movement, animation on the ground, in the air or under the sea, whatever floats your token

I blog the spots when they appear out of nowhere, right in front of my holy eyes, wide open.

The Yin and the Yang move about the matrix within the heads of humanity’s asymmetrical sign

Half of a non-circular, empty comma, linked us all in a climate changes’ neon dream, so lucid

I am not going to die before my time, it’s my time at any moment, now then, I am only a Kid

Money talks and it’s singing plenty of warbled words, wind pipes stoked toes over a fine line.

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r j j stephan, i * #StupidShouldHurt (A&G) yet does NOT, check the stupido in the mirror!

c. September 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:59 AM PST #FridayHashtagYoMama #FridayThe13th

{ drafted listenin’ to Eddie Money HITS youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2tcD_dVcXE4}

W.W.A.R.D.?

@MorganWallen #UpDown #WhuChuKnowBoutItCleo ? @TheBeachBoys #SurferGirl

SURFIN’ WAVE, SIP ‘ROUND TRUTH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 12, 2019

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Cannot act my age {2}, deserted on Earth, negative ground surf of Chicago’s Oak Street beach

Nevertheless, my two bits of what I believe might shed black light in the apeman monkey ball

Coming from the ancient languages translated into my own, Indian ink and tree pulp of Word

I mean electronic disturbance of light on a program’s blank screen, a fake memory of a Lord.

Pretend you were just born and you have no idea what’s going on in the hospital and the flow

Either you have people who care about your infancy or you don’t, either way you live and die

Free will and free choice are the way we accommodate facts of life, out of our finite control

Pretend that you’ll live forever and nothing can stop you from doing anything, that is a lie!

We’re all gonna die someday, sooner or later, I don’t want to go, I have grief for the departed

Still, something more than a soul and consciousness I can’t see must be comin’, right she said

If not, if this is it, then THAT explains the nature of Life as it appears to my 5 senses, Z is A

On being, there’s the end of my days, philosophical ideas that keep me here, make me stay.

Existence of all animals and plants, of which I am a mere, minuscule campfire of holy 8 balls

Won’t allow the abortions nor the closure of orphanages or infanticide of fake sacrificial dolls

Pearls of wisdom flowing from the doctors and lawyers lips and the most unlikely to succeed

As the next POTUS dreams of being the One who will save the world from the poll tax bleed.

Historical knowledge in retrospect, the hunters and gatherers were both lucky and wise

For the DNA to flourish, successful survival skills were founded by accident or teachings

From whatever came down to this planet from up above or down below and left, in a UFO

Nothing else left other than stories and recollections of blind faith jumpers into a holy hole.

Nowhere else to go except back and forth from the places you’ve been to the places you’ll be

By air, earth or sea on the way from here to there, to see the day and night, in another scree

Cannot discern the mode of being once inside the deep state of the One Being, Earth’s crust

No hell or heaven, just here and now so enjoy the ride or wait for the ridiculous cosmic dust!

Faith you received from the firemen who couldn’t save our lady of the angels, hot as tropics

Back in the 1950’s they waxed the floor with combustible shine, looked good for the myopics

Or President or Mayor of the Second City, where I come from so I can say for whom bells toll

If it wasn’t for dumb luck with no safe place, wax fire melted, trigger-angels yelled, Let’s Roll!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Morganwallen #WhiskeyGlasses & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FjBp30kjzTc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Senorita #Senora #Mamacita #LosLonelyBoys #GreggAllman

BYTES OF JAKO & JELLY JO MAGIC

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 12, 2019

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It’s as easy as it sounds, we just put on a show makin’ our sponsors happy with the plugs

We’re like #PlugsBiden, we just want to be rated high on the totem pole of Arbitron #ugs

Sincere for the most part, you never know when sarcasm will bite into a bone of you or me

Yet one and the same way every single time, there’s an origin and there’s decline, a destiny.

In WORD, I believed with the blind faith of the minions before my insignificance, but I saw

To perceive, to sense nuns’ tall tales and priests’ masquerades are above and below the law

Where they say, this is a species’ repercussion for disobeying an odd up and down corollary

An infinitesimal, unknowable theorem that neither mathematics nor epistemology will vary.

Imagine cows without boys, running with the herd, wherever the buffalo roam, there’s cows

Bulls of course and the two genders of horse, goat and chicken, all we have to do is eat them

Metabolize the life out of them and into our bloody bones and free minds of a cuckoo’s nest

It’s not the fault of the random DNA recombinations, it’s a matter of the #LuckOfTheDraw.

I asked my dad why more often than I thought because I believed everything he said, honest!

My pops did not know how to fabricate the Truth, I mastered the Art of Rhetoric, I’m the best

Not because I wanted to be the best, it just happened after I completed my mission, accompli

Corporate One, It is the narrow and only Way to get along with a Void, Nothing’s antimatter.

Mass served hundreds of times, in Latin and in English, changing a miraculous thing into me

What is this substance, this essence of chemical reactions with mitotic subdivisions’ fit to be

Your mind and feelings have no existence without the flesh, blood and bones to talk and walk

Be nice to yourself, be good to all as if they will return the favor, no harm, no foul, let’s rock!

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r j j stephan, i *header Armstrong & Getty in effigy, M-F @6-10AM PST @ Talk 650 KSTE

c. September 12, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Gregg Allman #PleaseCallHome & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RLUE8LeDcCk }

W.W.A.R.D.?