#ConditionOfTradition #DeepStateGhetto #HereAndNowForever #EverythingsGonnaBeAlrightNow #EverythingIsEverything - @DonnyHathaway

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ROADRUNNER RUDE, BROTHER!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, September 30, 2019

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Unicorns can kick it with bells of the tacos, funked up, ripped off, bop the boom, badabing

Dreaming that I’m sleeping in bed or somewhere I shouldn’t be but I’m wide awake, I’m woke

But it doesn’t matter much to the powers that be in me, tiny DNA commands of danmed fool

Where the Cancer of cells and the consciousness elevation to the humanistic design, it’s cool.

Went to a prom in a rambler with a double dated Corvair, engine in the back, stinkin’ vapes

For the sake of Alabama and Washington the states, I moved the sweet homes, dyin’ of flues

Sick and tired of alphas’ omegas in a gambling vipers’ magic paradise, down with The Blues

Of the mice, women and men who struggle in the grooves, deep needle scratches and scrapes.

Preventative perfection for Ma and Pa as the universe exploded into silence, holy hell’s bells

In an empty Void where all of the animated things move and die behind wheels, death metals

Iron and steel, plastic and chrome to make the world spin and wobble it’s way around a God

Blazing ball of gas in a full-out burn, throttled with the pedal to the metal, green Ford hotrod.

Unicorns can kick it with bells of the tacos, funked up, ripped off, bop the boom, yo badabing

Wise guys and wise men with nothing but Air in common, nobody’s ever guilty in #SingSing

Ran all the turnpikes the roads when I had two, four or eighteen wheels, long roads uptown

Early or late, sunshine, moonshine, living a life I love, it’s the only one, round-ball unknown.

A boy or girl, learns to read words and music of the heavenly stars, burned gas, cosmic crock

In a pot or in the back of an infinite mind that nobody can ever depend on, TNT on the block

Firecracker and a cracker both cause the noise to shock the Zulu into the Zen thing mortal sin

As you were before your conception, without attention or rest, at ease in a pie-easy reflection.

In the arpeggios and chords of the wild eyed, bushy-tailed cream of crops, creme de la cremes

Before or after your last gasp moves in and out of your saddle bag, The Dark’s all crystal clear

Nothing seen here nor there, nowhere is this thing itself called you and me gonna be, it seems

Heaven, clouds, outerspace, empty Space of the mighty face of Nothing at all, it’s #FakeFear.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 30th, 2019 A.D. Monday @ 8:08 AM PST

{ drafted jammin’ to Junior Walker & The All-Stars #ImARoadrunner on youTube #ShotGun & SOUL-HITS link @ https://youtu.be/FI7CtxlisCk }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SheIsGone #WhatWentWrong #ForgetAboutIt @TRAIN @PabloPicasso

AHEAD OF A SIDE GLANCE AT US*

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 29, 2019

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It’s exactly like the appearance of Picasso-Pablo out of the blue twilight zone above, as below

Two eyes givin’ the vision of more than a movie on a screen, it’s being the star of the #Talkie

Silent movies were events recorded on a film, a magnetic tape embedded reflection, a grave

Not six feet under but always Above and never Below an artificial lead pencil point you gave.

To the ones who are grateful that they died like all of their mothers and fathers before them

Warriors have all died in the battles for the #hella Good and the happy Evil, infantile phlegm

Bottles with nipples to hold the milk for the Wheaties, on the breakfast path to find wisdom

Secrets of occultish ilk in the witches’ cauldrons, downloaded upside in the corner of a tomb.

Dream is the reality that occurs once your brain shuts off conscious awareness’ confusion den

Muted into cannot Fall into temptation from the One and the Many, flagships of a virgin hen

Who found my mother and my grandmothers, me! Tabulated approximately 100 mortal sins

How I know anything is amazing since I can only speculate, assume validity of assumptions.

Innocence I inherited with the sweet wine from the vines of Sicily, imported to freedom gods

From Zeus, Zoroaster and Ra, premises assumed, conclusions induced and deduced hotrods

Walking out on me now or then, sooner or later, it happens, nobody handles Truth, zen’s way

Fortune appears random yet moved by intent, it transmutes into what it is, a sea of the lucky!

A papal bishopric and an ordained by Jesus Christ, son of woman, a divinely conceived angel

It is what happened, so I’ve been told, a Savior who saves us from being a creational dumbell

In the matrix, the recipe is all of the menudo, in a hodgepodge of causes and effects for Hehl

Highwater restriction, Chi-town fire and a Picasso of Rush Streets in an infinite #Loop’s ‘L’.

Ah, movie theaters and alcohol bars, stages for human acts of reality for the not too human

Being in and out of consciousness if you can find a place to lay your head without a killin’

Either someone trying to take you or your stuff home with them, not your home, theirs...

Not being hospitable but being predatory, wanting to take life from the living and eat It.

Like dogs, cattle, goats, deer, elk and the rest of the four legged critters, eat and bleed sheet

Under the guise of living the good life, a philosophical semblance of Being God of this chit

All you get is what a blind man gets, what’s in front of your eyes, Earth, Wind, Fire and you

Not me, just you and that’s the end of the line where there’s no turning back, godanm fool!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM P.S.T. DIMANCHE

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{ drafted while jammin’ to The Grateful Dead who play a very intricate #RollAway Help/Slip/Franklins at the Boston Music Hall Ma on their 1976 run of the East Coast. The remainder of this amazing show can be streamed here : http://archive.org/details/gd76-06-10... the Grateful Dead inspirational on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/i136oiMwP6c }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StairwayToHeaven #OnTheWhisperingWind

FOR LOVE OF CHRISTOS’ CACHE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 28, 2019

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You’ve got the back stage pass and the front row tickets to the dirigible concert tonight, HITS

From the sixties to the twenties and in between like the chocolate covered Oreo cream mints

Governed to become the extinct nature of the beast that evolved from the cavemen, the olden

Those (me) passed the power on to heirs by the Word of big mouths and pictograph scrollin’.

Artistic license painting lines on the cave walls, in living color without anything but firelight

All there ever was is everything you’ve received, of buried bones and headstones, we’ll all bite

Or nibble around the trouble hook, tryin’ not to get snagged by the artful dodger, the ‘header’

Catch and release except to eat a real meal without the dead, blood meat of cattle, elk n’ deer.

Protect yourself and survive longer than you would if you just gave in and gave up the light

It’s what the murder cells do, they kill the healthy dreamers who are fearless in the fight

Pork is the pig’s muscles that animate their world of rutting and looking out of eye balls

Light black and white, rainbow pattern distortion in a four dimensional warp, haiku awls.

On being nobody at home and all alone, it’s a ghost of a chance it looks like me or you

More like the gods you’ll never see, too much to hide inside your nutcase mind, be blue

Do not take this the wrong way but I’m really thinking that you’re as hopeless as harlots

Nothing to draw, neither pictures on the wall nor pistols from the holsters hooked idiots.

Feed the poor and eat the hungry who mingle amongst us, inside and out of this nutshell

Mind blown and body deceased, airborne spirit or soul, just an incorrigible, lead dirigible

Made of the very lead thing itself that you can trans-mutate into gold, a calculus dumbbell

Spirit, soul, consciousness of the May queen’s dream in a dream, a fade to black hole hehl.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, September 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #StairwayToHeaven Led Zeppelin on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AvB5dTLvTDA }

W.W.A.R.D.?