#MamasLittleMan #Everlast #ItCannotBeSold #LoveMillionaire

 

WORD OUT THE HEAD, ACE HIGH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 13, 2019

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In utter dissolution from the indoctrination of my youth from seven to nineteen, it is so Basic

That is what every single child in America needs either right after high school, before college

Or the only alternative if being a drop-out extinction malfunction is the goal, it is militaristic

To discover the discipline required to be totally dependent on god’s Big Brother’s power edge.

Unnecessarily coy to know the history of your predecessors, hunters, slaves, ‘foregathers’ kin

To rule is either inherited smoke and mirrors or imposed to force keeping Law’s origin, a sin

Policing the rivers and the valleys where the gardens grow means, obliterating homelessness

#Pride in producing a positive vibration in public is enculturated from infancy, it’s kindness.

To be or not to be isn’t the only question, why #TrickOrTreat others like I want to be tricked

What is that all about, an annual festivity in specific type of human culture, live evil danced

From vampires to the werewolves, mummies risen from pyramid tombs and gold temples

Yo yo, I say it a million times a day, inside my head, it’s annoying out loud but hey, Yo, yo!

Now and then you and I know that you’ve got no free will, no choice other than an imperative

Wonder is fine for the children with stars in their eyes but if you would have asked me, jive

I’d share the dozens and the history of civilization and prehistoric speculation on the dying

What I came here for, exposing the obvious and contemplating my reason’s whistle blowing.

Just wanted to play games down here and have fun getting hurt and dirty, back for more

Or less if the brain and mind become comfortably numb, either in affluence or in a morgue

Options in the deduction are limited to the compound subjects, predicates and objects all

What I say, what you hear and what you say is what I hear, written down chance to dwell.

On being this mindful mouse searchin’ for the cheese or crust, milk of goat or cow, gold dust

In a dream’s state of being alive yet totally at one, asleep and devoid of fear of being stone zen

What the creator of the universe would do to become animated mud and blood, evil’s a must

You’ve got to be an awkward, two-headed step child, if you wanna be in It, a cult in heaven!

You and I may disobey the rules and guidelines but that won’t fake a byte of espresso foam

In the scheme of everything on Earth and the solar system of our Sun, nobody’s Dumas-free

Things of matter are few and far between your ears, that’s where reality resides, my freedom

Extreme happiness or sadness, mason free to wake from beta-wave sleep, #Come, #Go me.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, ROCKTOBER 13th, 2019 A.D @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to the Ogres rap Alexander King & #Littlefoot #DontWait #MoneyWontMakeItself #ItsGottaGitMade on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BJ_oltqfC5Q?list=RD9YEFSb2fOOA #chitGrowsOutMyFace #BeardAndTattoos}

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheBoss #GloryDays #FOReals #Eagles

FIRECHIEFS & CANDYMEN GETGO*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 12, 2019

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Before the day my grandfathers met one another, their children met and hooked Me all up

It would always be ma and pa that I’d hold responsible for all of my actions, eh #SECupp

Maybe I am obligated to accept responsibility for my actions but I don’t honor obligations

What I can and will do is consider if the obligation is necessary and sufficient for my sins.

It is indeed necessary and sufficient that I flow like a river to the mouth where the sea opens

To be swallowed by the All, the Everything there is, now that’s a Hollywood movie for hens

Squawking and backward talking about the cosmic, universal thing itself, tree circles given

When it’s an assumption of perception distortion, it’s 99% chance to be, 1% chance to sin.

Consider the young lad who closed his mind after the conscious self realized it’s presence

On the path to the end in perpetuity, dreams escape the vault kept unlocked by the dense

Pretending that it’s all just a game with a start and finish with no concern for soul food

Only the fingers and bones can move the genome, if not the mind, if not me, then who?

On an invisible yet exhilarating swing, I exaggerate my enthusiasm with punks, all humane

From my ‘hood to yours, some ran away and some just stayed put in the jelly of blue bloods

Crips in solo flight lookin’ for who is disrespectin’ their mamas, got no papas, all love child’s

Millionaire world of sports is all theirs, inherited from the indentured servitude of The Man.

If you’ve felt the heat of Fire and the frozen gold n’ silver of holy water streams, you’d know it

It burns the skin to the bone that will never melt until the world returns to the Supernova fit

When the atoms get frisky and invade one another’s nuclei for the sake of the cosmic, diviner

Blessed all of this because it’s the effect of the First Cause, it’s all my fault, I’m the old sleeper.

I am dreaming that I’m awake right now, right here on this cyber-paper, enter/delete matrix

Came alive back in ‘51 and stroked the hands of Time in this empty Space, liked it not, I did it

Animated since the climax, the orgasmic planting of the origin’s seed, ma and pa, we got a fix

Traveled from nowhere outside of this huge, dead star, Earth mother no longer on fire, shyte!

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r j j stephan, i *Header is an Alaska Airlines - Sacramento Int'l Airport (SMF) shot I took off of an Alaskan Royal Princess Cruise last month!

c. ROCKTOBER 12th, 2019 AD @ 8:00 AM straight-up #BlackJackDanielsWhiskey #SHOTS

{ Con out of Time, drafted to #TheWeight remixed The Dodo T.H.E. Band & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/-Jy6P9TltXQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LeftOfRight #CenterLine #IfYouWannaGetToHeaven #WellYouKnow

WHAT IN THE EXPLETIVE’S UP?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 11, 2019

----- #YourWillBeDone #ItIsFinished -----

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It’s a #Given when you get what you get because that’s the way the ball bounces, get the benz

From the #GetGo it’s all a dream in a crib or bassinet or in a bunch of blankets of hot wool

Even though you wouldn’t know it, the absolute worst is yet to come or maybe not, it depends

On whether you take a left or a right at the crossroads ahead, foresight and hindsight, fool!

Now then, there’s a known past, occult mysteries’ secret unknown, a privilege yet to come

A driveler won’t get the answers from the masters of the atomic fission and fusion and gun

Man’s gotta know the limitations of his genome, a woman knows from birth to death, light

Darkness is when it’s all gone, when it’s finished, when it’s all done, even with a good fight.

Now for the Truth, if you’ve arrived at this juncture, don’t start crying now, blur God and all

There’s always the hopes and prayers you’ve offered to the emptiness above, not all’s my loss

It’ll echo as your bones and souls return to the empty Void you’ve overlooked, unintentional

Yet, it happened, now, you’ve got about a minute to reevaluate and decide what matters most.

If you don’t slow your roll then it will be returned to the dust it came from adored mama heat

Veins movin’ the blood that’s blue and never red until it hits the dirt, out of short underskirty

It’s what you get when you play with the big boys or even the little boys with the hottest beats

Dead bodies from the flyin’ bullets and slicin’ knives to get the blood to glare on wet tar city.

Centimeters from my heart and a hectare from my soul’s function, there’s an equation’s fuss

It’s the calculus and trigonometry of the thing itself, before the form, it’s the rock roll matter

No reason or rhyme to that crime or this gift of the gods, above the sky and below the crust

Who hits pause in the middle of the Space’s Time? Just a clown with a frown, silly cracker!

Wasted but not totally annihilated from the Past movin’ through my danm crime of waste

For once and probably for the last time, this is a last call for the benign stones of deity fate

A climb up a hill and a struggle to avoid the smokin’ and drinkin’ of my godfathers’ binges

Black Jack kept it real and the #Hamm’s put the edge back on the bull’s scat, off the hinges.

A clone of the many but not of the One, it’s not my fault it’s ‘cause my pops phuqd ‘round

Lucky for me it was a score, hit the bull in the eye and badabing badaboom, on the mound

Dreaming of the team of duos and trios that I can’t ever complain about the static of pows

A puff and a shrug just a few bytes away from the final crash, it’s comin’ now to the blows.

First cause of the first move of the prime mover of the cosmic menu-do, bulgogi and do bu

In a nervous system’s cerebral cortex to the tarsals and phalanges of the anglophiles’ stew

On fire with the rocks and hot boulders spat from the network of the ground, down under

Life lives with or without the noises of the origin’s Big Bang, animated edibles and carnage.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER ELEVEN, 2019 A.D. @ 12:30 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to LIVE Gary Clark Jr @ Glastonbury, 26 June 2016 #WhenMyTrainPullsIn on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gYXMDCNjl8M }

 W.W.A.R.D.?