P H I L O S O P H I A

Wednesday, October 23, 2019

#WhoDoYouThinkYouAre #OfCourse #OhMama

PICK STIX, A FUSCIA NUNCHUKA

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 23, 2019

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If you know how to use it, you’ll never lose it, keep it real and never forget the sunny day

Blue skies just a shade of the white-black reflection of photons and neutrons on the display

You hit a few of ‘em in the head, arms and legs, that’s why 20 against 1 wasn’t a fair mind

Wild as the first animal evolved from the muck, movin’ and eatin’ and dyin’ in a snow blind.

Pretenders on the left and the right of me and you, unless you’re stillborn or dead, I do pledge

Trouble now and double trouble in a few minutes, just in the Peace mode and can’t get it out

Only if I must, if I’m forced to whip upon the wild horses to get ‘em to gallop off the cliff edge

Broke my heart in two but you didn’t know you had the power, guess I’ll always have a doubt.

You can fool me sometimes, I don’t know about you but I hate when I say bless her heart

Give her a pass, forgive her like she’s supergirl or wonder woman, life’s short, do a restart

Appearances in front of the strangers, up there on the stage, singin’ and dancin’ to and fro

Everything’s broken and it always was my fault, I caused it to crash and burn, man I blow.

Got as hot as a pistol and everything seemed to be slowing down, then quickening, I robot

Not the usual way to watch the world go by, in a coma with an unconscious, miraculous dot

Microdoted and filed in the field of black microbial shadows, catlike forms skedaddle on top

Smoke and mirrors cannot explain the forms in the vision, recollected just like it was, pop!

It scurried along the top of the fence, darker than the darkness around it, gettin’ a live wire

Out of my night blind eyesight with the ambient black neon light, my heart is still hot on fire

Birds tweeting the songs I’ve heard for seventy years, some kind of wonderful, sweet tweet

Strokes of fortune and direction of the will, intent of a thing that thinks it’s Greta Van Fleet!

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to T.Rex #BangAGong link @ https://youtu.be/TVEhDrJzM8E & Greta Van Fleet #HighwayTune link @ https://youtu.be/aJg4OJxp-co }

FINIS wward NOW

#FightThePowerIfYouDare #TheHeatIsOn

TOOTH DECAY MATTERS, EH?

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 23, 2019

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There’s no need to get all crazy about it, facts are facts, #FWAAT Canada-Hong Kong rocking

No queen or secretary of state available for comment on insignificance of Trumpism, a viking

What do you think about that? You know that I know what you think, it all comes down Jack

We gotta eat to live, to stay alive it’s either kill or be killed, a homer, raw McDonoh’s BigMaq.

#YellowSnowFlakes or #Shaq, quite a juxtaposition of opposite philosophies of existence, we

Unless you’re a monk livin’ in a cave on a 3 hill island, the Ugly, the Good and the Bad to be

All three formerly mountaintops of volcanoes until Earth shifted the oceans place in Space

An axis shift and a velocity decrease of both the orbit and the wobble-revolution, Sunny Daze.

It’s customary to attempt to crucify your skin and bones in an airless gas chamber, choke up

On the bat, wood to a head like in the olden days when the young bucks ran rampant, #STFU

Steps up and down the ladders and stairways to heaven and around in circular jerks’ parties

Remain calm when you discover the actual Truth about this matrix for unholy spirits’ envies.

Does anything survive the flesh and bone when it’s animation of itself fails into freeze-frame

#DeepFake to the nucleus, now, a video created by Chinese Zen Masters, martyrs of my Tao

You know and I know nothing more than what’s right in front of an open door of perceptions

Cause of the First Cause is the indeterminate principle, not for you to know, perfect 7th sons.

Conditions of the categorical imperative and the metaphysics of the Form and Matter of Id

Wearing nothing at birth and totally ignorant of what had just happened, startled by Light

If lucky or not, here and now is for some but not for all, it’s not All for One and One for All

Glad you could get to the end of the path in One piece, an unbrave, old world of Eve’s Fall.

Utter emptiness outside of this atmosphere, boys and girls have bones in bags’ of acid DNA

Acid moving, eating other moving things after boiling or frying, cooking the meat of holy prey

Truth makes you cry so go ahead and cry on my shoulder, it will All be Over sooner than then

Well, any second of any moment of any night or day, a last breath’s ovum, yo mama’s a hen.

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 07:11 PST

{ Drafted while breathin’ in a plastic mask & listenin’ to Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST, they got podcasts too & bumper music of The Isley Brothers #GoForYoGuns link @ https://youtu.be/rzfpeF6_okI }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ItsTooLateNow #AsAboveSoBelow #WTF that means will blow you away...who's drivin' you home tonight?

S.O.S.

CRANKING IT UP TO 666 DECIBELS

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 23, 2019

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Lost faith during my last mass that I served as an altar boy in a catholic school of Chicago

Mama dropped me off and left me at some building with strangers, it was the law an elf

City took me years to sever the server from my arteries, turned out to be a crazy, old Joe

Of the man who grew from a boy, from a baby, from a zygote, from a tyranny of the self.

Meat on the bones or on the plate on a bun, either way, it’s meat and it’s gonna decay

Right under our noses, in front of our eyes, while we’re awake or asleep, it’s goin’ away

Soon to be judged and forgotten because it’s forgettable, soon to be eaten pie in the sky

A rose by any other name’s but a rose, a flower of a seed grown with the wink of an eye.

Blurred lines between the light’s glow and the eye cornea recording, in my mini-mind

Serious about the nature of the Truth being exposed, talkin’ to a recorder for the yTube

At some point along the orbital path around the sun, there’s a Kyper belt in utero Pluto

Earth is where it’s always been, rolling around in elliptical circles, wobble the mi, re, do.

Long days and short nights, gravitational tides of the invisible hoax, a story of innocence

A dream state speeding out of napalm’s control, all alone without a guide for the distance

All of us are gonna die, nobody will get out alive, young and old, healthy and the infirm

Every time we roll the dice, we roll sevens and elevens in diamonds, we’re wheat germ!

Tired of the eyes being wide open, taped in kill-Bill mode, had to be done, Sacramento Kings

For yourself or for two, either way you win and can’t ever lose, the girl or the soft dumplings

Extremely fond of this Old Game, 64 squares of mundane by Sacramento Kings’ and the gang

Or is it a queen who wins or loses the micro Black-holes attraction, Eve to Adam, a big bang.

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 23RD, 2019 @ 12:01 AM PST

{ drafted from a distant land between my ears, listenin’ to #ROCK link @ https://youtu.be/J9gKyRmic20 & an #EyePoppin cosmological analysis of astronomical data, link @ https://youtu.be/v2a2ck8k_zU }