NAKED-BORN CITIZENS' MOTHERS ROCK! #HarvestMyOrgansInTheKeyOfGee

LIGHT ‘EM IF YOU GOT ‘EM, YAWN

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 17, 2019

----------- #UtterNonsense -----------

For no reason at all since rationality isn’t heard of in this song of the Origins, it is all done

There’s nothing left after your and my last breath, no flight in an angel’s winged apparition

Funkified and fortified just before all of the lights go out and the band starts to play a sport

For the faithfully and hopefully, charitably filled with glee on their death throne, rigor mort.

Utter foolishness for the wisemen to contend with, one step beyond the twilight zone of Id

The odds are astronomically against locating the meaning of this play on the Word and flesh

Therefore, at least we know that we exist, we see, hear, taste, smell and touch the world’s Ego

Space that Igor fears, and only a frank doctor or cardinal of the pope might be willing to go.

Timing is everything and without Timing, there is actually just empty Space without a future

Past’s Present merely a chimera of wandering monks and jews who pyramided the pharaohs

In sand dunes of cement and concrete from base to the tip top of the Black dots’ X-singularity

Presence of the mortals and the natural emptiness of the vast Cosmos, as above, so below me.

Evolution of the presence of matter and energy is a form you cannot see or hear at all, ghostly

Like the soul and spirit you hope you have, you assume you’ve been told the Truth about ‘We’

On the other hand, there’s Fire, Water and Gas, atomic and molecular forms of material fleur

From burned out gas giants and white pulsars generating the solar systems and mystery tour.

Erased and deleted the memory, there is no recollection of space, time, this or that, Nothing

Now, are you with me? One voice, one listener, one man, one woman, make out with a ring

Gone steady or engaged to be betrothed to the ball and chain of the fools on the hills, all dead

Alive in another Time, moving about the bones of life and death crumble, solar dust’s dread.

Reason why we’re trippin’ to the herd’s dismay is because we’re tryin’ to save fools on the hill

They don’t know there’s a #BlueJayWay from the #MagicalMysteryTour’s diatribe, tale #Evil

Backward spelling of #Live, does it mean more than it means? Reversal of Evil is Live Funk

On to the finale, third act of the play, merely a dream within a dream, #EdPoe’s sweet dunk.

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r j j stephan, I

c. Dimanche, Blovember 17th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted out of thin air listenin’ to #StrawberryFieldsForever by the THE BEATLES: THE GREATEST BAND FOREVER link @ https://youtu.be/HtUH9z_Oey8 & Barenaked Ladies #IfIHadAMillionDollars & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/LHacDYj8KZM }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhiteLightening & #CountryBoysSippinShineFromTheJar #YourLIvesInTheJars #KeepItRollin' #FullThrottleIntheBottleYo #EvenWhenItsHurtin' #FiveTo8 #BuildItAndTheyWontCome #IdiotLights #ProfanityBarrage #XRATED

 

I’M INFRARED-ULTRAVIOLET BLUE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 17, 2019

------------ #WORKIN -------------

My face is very important, let’s face it, it’s more than just a saying of happenstance, y’all know

It comes and goes without saying, blue collars and rednecks go hand in hand, an historic flow

From the snow-capped, way high mountaintops to the valleys and on to seven seas’ of sodium

There is never a drought on the planet, it’s merely a thirst of humanity and the species’ scum.

It came creepin’ up on the shores, crawled up onto the sandy beaches of east-west coast bums

Always with me and always with all of us, under the rain and sun showers of neutrinos’ atoms

Punks of ignorance and negligence on the floor, on a groundbreaking Oneness of thin and fat

What you know ‘bout that and what the Truth really is, are two different nothings, that’s scat!

You and I saw our eyes and thought that we found what was lost for a very long time, Love pi

3.14 is the number of pi and it comes in handy when you have geometric progressions of a fly

Moving from a dead heat to a cold start, I ran out of wind and the whole world disappeared

Nothing but Blackness of empty space without burning-up star balls, no, no, God ain’t dead.

Country miles and metropolitan sprawl of the snakes that crawled out of the muck and mire

Created a matrix of Blinded Faith in the Void of the matrix, I believe it all, the pope is on fire

Giving us the lowdown on the gist of the things called, love and hate, reward and punishment

For obeying or disobeying, you will burn up into ash when it’s your Time-Spirit heaven sent.

Ghosts of smoke in these Maseratis ready to give it all up to the gods, shocked monkey brains

Funk of the historical past and the occult moments ahead of the presence of the thing itself, I

It is all there is, it knows it deep inside, the question has been entertained for the mortal sins

If you have a body, you’re a mortal, that’s it, got it? Like a Mississippi roll, deep breath, sigh!

Feed the pig and slice the meat of the flesh and muscle thinly to make the taste of death last

Scents and seasoning to disguise the lessons of killing and eating the dead, I washed up fast

Cleanin’ dead things and recycling the energy and matter through 208 T-bones, fly penguins!

Punks, drunks, statesmen, evil women breeders and philosopher queens, I am U.S. in #ruins.

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r j j stephan, i

c. DIMANCHE, BLOVEMBER 17TH, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while dead-jammin’ to some Morganwallen #LittleRain & Big Smo's Kuntry Store #KickinItInTennessee on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/EUnGQ6W5qwM }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#CircleBack #ItsOverNow #CircleJerk #RainDown #WordUp @ACDC @CCR @ModRodStew #GetTheHehlOffTheTracks

A TRIP TO GHANA, #GA-DANGME

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 16, 2019

------  #BeSpecific -----  E=mC2

I suppose nothing is infinite and the finite is all of this matter and energy light-speed

We’ve exchanged the life for the death of the dream, it appears to be over at the end

I suppose nothing is infinite and the finite is all of this matter and energy lightspeed

Domino effect of original innocence through The Struggle & #fakenews enlightenment.

Last to fall is very close to the first to have risen from the rocks and saltwater mud

Bums and gypsies evolved into the zoo keepers we are, insecticide to prevent plague

For the rats and roaches that carry on as if there’s no tomorrow, no heaven or hell

I mean like, #WTF is the matter with the creator of the matrix? Is this a Way to be?

Down a middle path from chaos to order and back around in a circular jerk off/on

Stress inside of you due to fear and loathing, it becomes load-heavy traffic of sons

And especially the daughters, sisters and mothers who have the XX code for MAN

Now a cell of acid and then suddenly, a linguistic, naked ape and a saga of dreamin’.

YOU, I will die, we’ll all move from this plane’s action to the Black Hole to come, eh

Imagine that you’ve just found out why life is so strange and now you know, go away

Forget you read it or that I said it or wrote it for you to say it, shout it out loud, faith!

Check fairy’s tales of millennia for the End Game, mouth agape, eyes wide open, fate.

Always was ready for the licks I’d take on the block, around the corners of the hoods

Then one day, I had a cosmic punch from out of nowhere, she looked at me to smile

I don’t know why the Cupid arrow had to come but it never wants to enter bull’s eye

Between my cow’s milk drinkin’ eyes, it shakes and rattles and rolls, I’m the azure sky.

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r j j stephan, I

c. Saturday, Blovember 16th, 2019 A.D. 666.ST @ 6:32 AM PST

{ drafted jam to Creedence Clearwater Revival #CrossTieWalker link @ https://youtu.be/dr1UNLMKcwM & a GA diatribe link @ https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b4/Samuel_speaking_Gaa_%28Wikitongues_and_AfroCrowd%29.webm }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?