P H I L O S O P H I A

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

#MidnightIsSpecial #DontGamble #JustWaitForIt #TheFarceHasBegun #TheGhetto

DILLY DALI 3:33 PM, OUT OF TIME

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 19, 2019

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From an eclipsed moon, the shadow of the Earth draws the ether of nothing closer to the vest

Where undercover work is being done as we speak, as we dream the #fake acts of the #Joker

Some type of comedian who apropos requires blind obedience and restitution for the reverse

Then makes the first move to fall asleep and begin the dream before the body uses a hearse.

I mean in the projects of the ghetto or down on the bayou, a river runs through them to hell

Where the current most strong is near the origin of an immortal hole movin’ ‘round n’ round

Pertaining to the driving rain and peculiar solar and lunar cycles affecting this H2O orbital

Punks in my broken and bypassed heartaches, I moved millions of humans, I paid the bill.

Morons and imbeciles became extinct after 2020 A.D., they were not allowed to procreate me

We thought a lot about it, therefore now we are all that is left of the Origin, above and below

Jumped, swam, flew, ran, crawled from the bottom of deep trenches cut into Earth’s dirt free

Monkeys and four legged creatures, winged others finned underwater, complete the Blow.

Walking and talking for the end of the days and nights we’re all lucky enough to inherit, Deo

On the nature of being and nothingness that is the matrix for the whole shebang, it’s a fiasco

Look for a mate or not, in the end, all species will become part of a blown-to-bits home base

Here for the supernova or collapse into the Singularity @ 3:33 PM, a day the Earth stood still.

There’s a reason for the madness, a method of calculus or algebraic, formal logic, God’s funds

Not Jesus or Buddha or Siddhartha or a #prophet, instead heard this through a hot grapevine

You’re half of what you see and half of what you hear, what’s true is unknown and under guns

Fixated upon the nature of beasts here and now in jungles and undersea, it is mine, all mine.

Form and matter of the bones that gather and then splatter apart from DNA to the shadows

Fortune and intention at the bottom of the matrix, fodder for the herd, for the bulls and cows

Nothing is the destination at the bottom of the collapsing of gravity’s attraction to atoms’ Id

Battleaxe armed for star wars. to achieve dominance over the free wills, I am called #TheKid.

Hound dog barked and I chased down the hoodoo down on the bayou, that was my claim too

Yet I never met the scat of a bull I didn’t choose to use and lose friends over, called my bluff

Knew that without a battle and a war, I was bored, ennui needed to mix it all up, hence sagas

Pretender of the exciting moments to come and the ones already gone, timing’s high test gas.

r j j stephan, i * Header is a Salvador Dalí bottom of the painting

c. Mardi, BLOVEMBER 19TH, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted in Sacramento valley’s humble abode of my wife Carolita {where elks still roam from the citrus heights to the Rio Linda levy, where God got damned & drowned! } & listenin’ to Creedence Clearwater Revival #CottonFields & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/C4zPEmRufMU }

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FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CodeOfVonSteffen #LicensedToDieAlone

#StealMySuperBowlRing

SUICIDE’S PAINFUL, BUT WHY CRY?

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!

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.?

Monday, November 18, 2019

#WTF #OverAndOver #ExpandingMankind

GO IT ALONE, ANONYMOUS #IRL

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!