#EyesAintTrippin' #WheresTheCocksAndTails ? @CocktailsForAll #WhereDoYouGetOff ?

UP AND DOWN, WALKIN’ THE DOG*
by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, November 8, 2019

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Pertaining to nothing, there is a black hole over here underneath a dead head cracked skull

I don’t know what or why or when or how or who for that matter, naught here is known at all

Features of the creatures left here by exhaust fumes of a Big Bang or two, it’s in the red blood

Atomic washers and dryers full of excreted liquid, solid and gas of your OMa & OPop’s hood.

One day and one night under the covers of being alive, a dream deep in another dream of RA

Sun, moon, planets including the Earth, smokin’ volcanoes and cigars here and now, OORAH

Up in cracked up holes, smoke rises up from the burnt star’s sediment, gold dust of my mama

Reading tomes for recorded power of the mind, there’s nothing but dead air, Grateful Deadly.

Texas to California, Washington, Montana, Mississippi and Illinois, repeat ad infinitum, son

#Woke and #Asleep tightly in the goose down silk comfort, no bugs in my rugs, just mi mi mi

Songs created from the chords of the A’s B’s C’s D’s E’s F’s & G’s, rock, jazz, blue classic mold

All in, Ukraine to the blues of Memphis, Tennessee, cornfields of Iowa, California stated gold.

We have moved, we’ve been animated by the bangs of the Bigs, the ones who dunk the rocks

In and out of the baskets go the balls for no reason other than to count points by live deadline

Game is over at the sound of the gun, the buzzer, bells ring and days end, black light’s so fine

All may be bright or dim but the light is all there is, star-suns blink on supernova gamecocks!

What I am and what I ain’t are One and the same thing, nothing at all, deep into a DNA hater

Where the acid thinks for itself with or without you and I, none of us is needed, we be fodder

For the Cosmic Cake being baked in the black holes of our ancestors’ origin, guitar and drums

Played classic pieces from eons of pounding on animal skin, blowin’ air into west coast bums.

Bringin’ it all on home now, there’s War and there’s Peace, we don’t choose but ‘who’ do ‘G’?

Not you or anyone you know, not me either but I do know who is at the bottom of the #Trip

Beauty and the Beast, we’ve come far from the packs of Lucky Strikes and Camels, all for me

Punk I was, they called me that on the asphalt jungle dead-end street I left, disappeared see?

With or without my dog put to sleep, I am still the Man with God’s gift, an inherited black sea

Spun, wobbled, turned around in an infinite circle of spins and revolutions in Space’s Time in

No time outs left in the bag, everything is broken into shattered shards of nuclear fusion tea

Hot water, cold stones and that is all she wrote yoyo, go ahead and jump for your love, a Sin.

BY

R J J STEPHAN, I

c. FRIDAY, B L O V E M B E R the 8TH, 2019 A.D.

{ jammed out of a SouthJersey.com { Maple Shade, New Jersey } crawl space while listenin’ to the #Beats of Grateful Dead 1987 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Psychedelics & Philosophy on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vGhMdhdDIlM }

* Header reflecting Duncan Yo-Yo #Imperial & #Butterfly fanaticism!

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GratefulDead #NowhereToHideToday

ARE YOU KIDDIN’ ME? I JUST DIED

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 7, 2019

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In a movie or #IRL matters about as much as water freezing or boiling, dense matter-mind

Looking into the middle of the recollection of sensory perception from birth to death, caput

It’s over when it’s over, what you see is what you got, this here and that there, dad knows it

Mama made me in fear of my life from the long arms of the law, police, sheriff and the pope!

I told the gods I was heartily sorry for having offended the nature of the beasts, all too human

Harder than it ever had to be, first things first, birth, time travel, death, recycle, do it again

Why though? Just a question, if it’s not too much trouble to ask and answer, don’t walk away

Stay right here and give it your best shot, reason for being alive here & now, why, why, why?

Start at the get-go when your eyes first become wide open with the nature of the Truth, death

Your friends and relatives leave before you but you gotta go too, wicked, good, weak or strong

Pertaining to feelings surrounding this Live-Evil, your personal, conscious awareness’ breath

On the nature of cosmic Evolution, Plato & Aristotle didn’t comprehend Socrates’ scree-song.

On one hand, there’s Forms and on the other there’s Substance, now go on, have a good day

Epic drama right there before our very eyes, blinded by light from a neutron star, Milky Way

This ain’t China or Iceland or Mazatlan, but at least you can drink the water without choking

Elements of mud, blood and beer hops from the millennia, drinkin’ my Mind’s wide opening.

Only the survivors grieve after they have calmed their own fears and concerns, no duodenum

You didn’t need it and I didn’t want it, nobody can squat where I squat, I own the Space-dirt

Come inside of my space at your own risk, you may either disintegrate or dissolve into scum

Like shower water goin’ down the drain, Truth is man, a west-coast explosion of a GD #Bum!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, BLOWVEMBER 7TH, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Eric Burdon and War #HomeCookin’ & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CCVBegbvp24 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FromAlphaToRomeo #HereArtThou @VOID @WARtheBand #NakedApesLeftEarthAlone

BLACKER THAN INFRARED WAVES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 7, 2019

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Peek behind the screen which hides the masks of the intelligentsia, children of homelessness

Parents of free people who practiced free speech for hundreds of years now must be silenced

In the enculturation and education of the innocent lambs, the secret must be a preserved kiss

Trading commodities on the market and made millions of dollars but couldn’t trade the gist.

Meaning at the bottom line, nobody knows anything, some swallowed a blind faith’s stipend

Immortal geist, avoidance of being the corpse of our future, mouths agape, eyes wide opened

Between the things and the thing itself, the matter and the form, there’s a Plato and Aristotle

From Berkeley to Seattle, you can seek but not find the Truth, the Ends of the Id, Jack bottle.

Pertaining to a day you die, yes you not me or anyone else, Y.O.U. neuter gendered homo sap

It ain’t my fault that you’re distraught and the meaning of WORDs is a theoretical ape escape

From the nature of Being to the nature of being a human or any plant or other animal into us

Every single set of cells from One to infinity is infused with the verve of this anomaly of fuss.

DNA or particulate matter on the #EventHorizon must disintegrate into a seer’s Void of Id

What it is, what that is, you and I will know once it appears to conscious awareness’ gas acid

Discovery either underground or on the public stage means the case is open and shut tight

Hiding whatever needs to be unknown to the masses, children of the gods and lords of fly.

Innards further than your heart and soul and outer space further than the Singularity’s face

Moves into the Unmoved Mover, unseen killing yet dead nevertheless, who you are in space

Threatening your contentment with #FactsOfLife, myopic, inherited parental enculturation

Rock your world now or a second after your final gasp of gas, bright smile, it’s over, no Sin!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, BLOWVEMBER 7th, 2019 A.D.

{ generated from a #ColdStart with Eric Burdon and War WAR THE BAND on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RBQXJ3I5xGA}

W.W.A.R.D.?