P H I L O S O P H I A

Tuesday, October 22, 2019

#NotCoolMan #ItIsCool #NoRomanceForMe #WordUp #LivingInATentInBackOfTheDumpsters #CalExpositionAndRiverParkDrive

DEADLY UNDERGROUND WHINE *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 22, 2019

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Isolation on the ground of being, as above, so below the clouds that force the wind, raining

To make the rivers and lakes of our personal part of the MilkywayGalaxy’s black hole internet

You’ve got the handle and the URL for the dream you’ve forgotten that you exist in, you bet

In the invisible vastness, you go to priests and scholars for a holy grave in a violent ending.

I’m only gonna say this once to trigger the emptiness within the DNA you reflect, a supernova

Blown to smithereens from the gravitational collapse and cataclysmic explosion, TNT’s papa

Oh, vortex of UV light that blinded all the eyes, that adapted to dark, swirling stardust portals

Death and living the human culture’s customary Will to Survive is like black hole immortals.

Astronomers and the faithfully departed have found identical answers to faux questions porn

Why am I alive other than that my ma and pa mated, conceived DNA in a cell unit’s fake form

Imagine your and my last blink, permanent sleep just like you do every day, you’ve no choice

At dusk, over silvery, dirty gold hills, Time erupts in Space, opens a black hole, now, silence!

From Pluto to Uranus, Neptune, Saturn, Jupiter past Mars, Venus and Mercury, the sun God

What’s more powerful than the sun that shines and allows our life, our existence to be Good

Think about the Categorical Imperatives, the Forms, the Substance, the Essence, then expire

Like the date on your milk carton and yogurt, it gets rancid and rotten after a while, it’s Fire.

What can be said about random Rules of our ancestors’ reactions to being a Big Bang sloop

This and that is all there is, the light comes because the Earth is revolving on an orbital loop

Gravitational attraction and the love of being close to a star, for the cozy warmth of happiness

Dust from the explosion of gas, the matter is left to move itself, to cause life from a death star.

Exploding the garbage to eradicate the homeless unicorns, the gods have been us blacked out

Here and now is the answer to the question that nobody can ask without a #me2 twist-shout

You’ve got to forget about what you see and hear, do not be a Russian asset or honest site-bot

‘cause I am gonna fly under a bluemoon witchhunt while the band plays on, with no blogspot.

r j j stephan, i *I’d be your #Mississippi, #Honeysuckle!

c. Mardi, ROCKTOBER 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #HoneyBee Blake Shelton & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iNKl0z30slU?list=RDiNKl0z30slU }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, October 21, 2019

#WickedWitchKickinInTheMix #WhatDoYouKNow #NotAGDThang #LayinRootsInTheGround #EyesForNobodyButYouToo

ROYAL FLUSH & A PURPLE GURU

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 21, 2019

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Pens, pencils, quills, chalk, sticks in the dirt all recorded the parts of the whole, holy thing

If you don’t read it then it won’t do you any good, one way or another, win turns can’t lose

Think about it for a moment, you can’t get out of your skin or bones until you die, really high

Imagine the last thought, holy scat of the surprises from birth to death, God’s so godang sly!

At least there was loud music and drum beats to make your skeleton rock and rolled upon

Felt very good whether you played it loud and long or just listened to a Bose speaker oven

Either way, drummers keep the rhythm of the beat so the strings, wind and brass overflow

Imagine being alone but alive, not dead yet, just all alone, nobody else in sight, inhale blow.

God, invisible, attribute the good and evil that happen to the all too human suckers born now

Every minute one’s born and if that’s the case, there’s literally millions of suckers at this show

A rerun of a movie I’ve seen many times, I know how it ends, the lights dim, curtain’s drawn

Party son and daughter of an extraterrestrial, paradise of wisemen’s heaven, toke Unknown.

Compass pointing straight up north when I’m at the south pole, south of the burnt, holy fire

It’s the reason why this reality exists in the first place and in the end, you may be perturbed

Not what you expect from all of the rumours and propaganda you’ve been so enculturated

It’s an evolutionary adaptation, to get along with the most unfortunate dregs of the bonfire.

When one is on the wall, you cannot deny you’ve got a need for speed, sneakin’ from my rear

Caught in pitch black darkness, in a palm, waiting for release to the light or the annihilator

As long as there’s a great song playin’ on the youTube, it takes the pain away, the bada booms

It’s a mean setup, a royal fool and a poor guru, accidental DNA & a twilight zone dark rooms.

Philosophical existentialism or solipsism recommended for the trip through this morass afar

Of the men and the rats who carry the end of the species on their revolutions around the star

Broken points that really are pointless, in essence, it is really on ice in a deaf and blind freeze

Those who lead the packs, the towns, counties, nation-states and papal vatican of histories.

Sunshine with or without you, storms, whirlwinds, all here before you got here, One & done

But not your lucky, little soul mover of the 208 bones you got from your ma and pa, braves

Not a huge amount of souls become alive in a body to move about like free women or slaves

Skin color matters little, long way to go to get the power, King & Queen, checkmate ace, one!

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, ROCKTOBER 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 1900 hours

{ blasted form my pseudo-occult magical fingertips in an hour while listenin’ to Chris Janson (...when I die) #HawaiiOnMe on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gFapzeoGJlA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, October 20, 2019

#StraightToHades #InAHandBasket #WhiskeyGlasses #DoubleShots @MorganWallen #UpDown

#DeepHeadBobbinUpDown

COLCOCK JONES & PORCH HONKY

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 20, 2019

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Out of the freezing cold force of nothing at all, far away from stars and any sunlight ill harm

Nothing sinister in being the food of the aliens traveling around this solar system idiot farm

You do not need intelligence to be eaten by the creation from another star system, no brainer

Just have to taste good when you’re fried, boiled, cooked or eaten raw to the bone, liontamer.

What is Evil is Live backward and forward means the same thing, after life, death is the goal

Historically psychological filters leave you and I with nothing but our fear of starvation’s toll

When we can’t kill and gather in herds and plantations, we become extinct with no suspender

On the stage, on the dirty planets of the solar system, grounded beings in gravity’s 6 ft under.

In duos, trios or quartets, families move away from the ones who move solo, ne’er do-wells

Like me and you and millions of others, we’re all gonna die either rich or poor in fame hehls

Where you get pretenders pretending and then disappearing as if they were never here, OMG

Introduced to the brightness after 9 months of darkness and living in my mama’s bowels’ GI.

Liberty or indenturism will come to all of us, a day at a time or maybe never, raw, no regrets

When you are a dependent you know that your master has food and means to freedom fights

One day at a time, same routine every day, wake up, skin a polecat, walk a dog, shoot targets

Rifle and .45 inherited from my Grandma Josie, RIP my G, it fails to gets me outta fist fights.

Broken down cars all along the country roads from the top of the hill, up in the valley’s gully

Hidden parties every weekend, invitation only, #Pine blowin’ #HomeG down by the campfire

Lived to work and make the jack to trade for the firewater and dirty dog, fire pitted barbecue

All my neighbors came and they all left, happier than they were the day they’re born googoo!

Who wrote the historical records that you’ve read during your enculturation, ain’t got shyte

Friends get some of moonshine in a jug that makes you take your clothes off to skinny-dip it

Blown around and erased memory without recollection, without power to retrieve it, dead air

Backwoods draw me to get back to the dirty black ground, dead trees and invisible long hair.