#CodeOfVonSteffen #LicensedToDieAlone

#StealMySuperBowlRing

SUICIDE’S PAINFUL, BUT WHY CRY?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 19, 2019

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It is what it is and it never was what it never was and can never be, an animated mind afoot

Wandering to and fro in the desert where angels fear to go, no water there only sand dunes

Monkeys wandering in circles for the sake of the herd, gotta keep moving to avoid the flop

From the carnivores and the herbivores, if they don’t eat you they eat your season’s crop.

Now, in the middle of the unknown, the void where space and time reside, heaven or hades

Conquer the holy of holies and the paranoid schizophrenics who run the glass bead games

From the See of Hercules and the throne of Zeus, monkey men in charge of the gaol’s cell

Completely oblivious to the nature of history, erased fake knowledge and wisdom’s intel.

Here and now in this place at this time, on Earth in the Pacific Standard time zone, I am It

There’s naught else but the empty air outside and millions of living forms of life, now git, git

Authorize the compromise of the syllogistic spunk, let the chips fall where they may, at once

Formal and Uptown funk, getting me riled up, I am tired, we go home to be woke, to be one.

You must have a little tenderness when you deal with the people who both know and don’t

Know why they are here on Earth for now and what will happen when they die, they won’t

Impossible to actually know the Truth about the moments after bodily demise, got no fears

Blinded faith in the words of spoken and written scratches on rock and paper with scissors.

#AllHandsOnDeck all soldiers, sailors and airmen, both active, reserve or former desk jocks

Come out of the woodwork if you haven’t died already to the typing on a keyboard, use a mic

Say or write what you will, it is done when I say it’s done, it’s my life, you cannot have it mate

Follow the bouncing ball, you are in no doubt, do not misunderstand death’s expiration date!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, BLOVEMBER 18th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:55 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to the M*A*S*H link @https://youtu.be/45X0_m1KYQM RERUN for the 1000th time since 1974 when I was in the #SKOR Osan Air Base overmedicated until I got back to the world vis a vis Curtis Mayfield #BackToTheWorld & HARD-HITS on youTube link @https://youtu.be/g2udbdAmdkc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WTF #OverAndOver #ExpandingMankind

GO IT ALONE, ANONYMOUS #IRL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, November 18, 2019

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In the end, it’s a memory for the living not for the dead, holy shift, we’re all alone, dead sister

On the nature of beasts related to your parents and of course not you, children’s absent father

Media monkeys in tune with the cables and Ethernet rules of the minions, olden days not afar

It will never happen again, your moments of average intelligence in the empty rooms you are.

Common consciences who know of but do not honor categorical imperatives without reprieve

Inside and outside as well as above and below, it’s all One and the same thing, Nothing kids

Abused minds from baby boys and girls into the innocent enlightenment of all the herd’s Ids

Don’t look over here, there’s nothing to see, I’ve got nothing behind my back or up my sleeve.

Not sane nor insane between the sheets, there’s a promise without an interjection of holy rays

It’s all a matter of perspective of the eyes of beholders, impressions leading to the end of days

Then one leads to mitotic divination without sweat, thinking DNA is a miracle created, Adam

Or was it a chimpanzee? Maybe a mitochondria? Your guess and an Einstein quote, “Scram!”

A statue of rock hard stone made in the form of a man and woman makin’ love’s twist of fate

A kiss deeply given and taken by the two ready to conceive another One, out of nowhere mate

Punks and revered philosopher-statesmen, kings, queens all agree, “We’re all gonna die,” eh?

Not true for you? OIC, my mistake, idiotic moron, #HaveANiceDay before #ends of the play.

Homegrown from an oval seed of DNA for plant’s fruit, mellow melon of sugar-taste fruition

If you have never indulged in the cut and the succor of the squeezins you’ve been denied sin

Slice it down the middle and then in 3/4 inch half circular chunks, to suck and chew in thirst

I’ll move and you’ll groove after we’re all done, young dudes’ Logic blown, #WillToPower 1st!

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r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, BLOVEMBER 18TH, 2019 A.D. @ 04:30, “IT’S EARLY, EARLY!”

{ jammed out of thin air listenin’ to Steely Dan #TheRoyalScam & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KtvNe3xhdkc hold up the #OligarchsGasCompanies #KidCharlemagne link @ https://youtu.be/jJ9Xk-VoGqo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

NAKED-BORN CITIZENS' MOTHERS ROCK! #HarvestMyOrgansInTheKeyOfGee

LIGHT ‘EM IF YOU GOT ‘EM, YAWN

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 17, 2019

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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.?