#LostBrothers #LostSisters #StopBotheringMe #ChainLightening @SteelyDan @AllmanBrothers @BluesBrothers #KatyLIedAgain

SOMEPLACE I CAN DEEP-SLEEP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 22, 2019

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Dear life was what I was clingin’ to when I saw her walkin’ her dog that don’t ever bite

Like a thief in the night, I slipped her love into my darkness and got into the bee’s hive

Strings got attached to it all, from breathing to forty winks 24 and 7, I had never got tied

At the place I was called to be, in the middle of the matrix’ deflated singularity, Katy lied.

Clicking the mouse cursor on the meat and potato #ClickBait hashtags, wastin’ my time

Stupid songs and poetic lines that win nothing but a place on a closet’s shelf, a dust sign

No more colloquiums and nasty white wine’s crackers, Hors d'oeuvres and Cuban cigarillos

I really need to leave for a while, going for a long ride on my horse, #Trigger use me logos!

In the French quarter or the borough where Brooklyn landed, at SFO or MIA, all the same

Men and women doin’ dirty work and the work of God, of the powers that be, glorified fame

Turned heads, turned the world round and round in circles of wobbling, counter revolutions

Numbers came up, counted, divided and multiplied, votes were in, I win, I win the millions.

On the gravel next to the bushes by the railroad tracks, in between the yards of outlaw huts

Always up by dawn and down for the count around bewitching hour, as old bogeymen hunt

Expanding men on this day, the shape grows too large to contain the spirit’s #FakeNews ruts

4Hard ball and soft ball, thrown to be hit out of the park, to die for, I drop back 5 and I punt.

Winners and losers at this juncture of the composition, vying for dominance over fake pain

Miracles of the natural Cause and Effect of the matrix, recorded and forgotten as if never in

Our baby minds evolved into the swell, integrated adult ones, that decide stupid should hurt

Because if you didn’t know it, stupid, you’ll know soon that the jig is up, hold your head high!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, BLOVEMBER 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 9:99 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to #MyOldSchool #KatyLied #BadSneakers & HITS by @SteelyDan #SteelyDan & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Sq8OU-7JDFA & https://youtu.be/shIfrFFUFlY }

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@RunawayJune #BlownCover #OverBlownEgo #DeadZoneAhead #SupernaturalCalypsoNight

SEMPER FI, EYES ON #ZZTop PRIZE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 22, 2019

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What is new will be old soon enough, nobody can rush the onward march of the TicToc

Either measured or not, the days and nights swap place in space due to the orbital rock

Regardless of the intention of the ego residing in each one of us humans, alive here, now

Facts of life are few, you live and dive deep into blind faith, reason and logic, above, below.

So I’ve been told, you’re a series of theories in my mind beginning with #WeAreOne, aye

Alternative that we are Many is not only unacceptable but also impossible for a third eye

Going down the rabbit hole while wide awake and alive with a camera crew who followed

Impossible conjunction at the intersection of Hollywood and Vine, good guys get blowed.

From a happy day to a sad day, back and forth ad infinitum, grabbin’ bulls by the balls/horns

Still, I stare at the problem which’s as clear as glass test tubes, vaping goddesses’ native born

Like the smoke from a cigar or a vape or a bong or a hookah, it’s like a forest fire on steroids

Walking slow up the country road like I own the property, I got killed by a lightspeed truck.

As I rose from the dead body bag of bones, I could still hear what played the ties that bind

Spirits go on and on, stopping for a brief moment to tuck in innocent children of self-worth

Or in the case of the lone drifter without a friend, being an orphan with no kin, dust in wind

No chance to be right or wrong and the evil and the good are the same before and afterbirth.

Always keepin’ the eyes on the prize, the beasts who move to and fro, searching unknowns

For this end-game target, the prize at the end of the struggle is at once a One and the Many

Inside of your thinking mind, the container of your understanding languages’ wisdom bones

On Atheist freeway to our #SemperFi hearts, yelling AHA, Look ma! No Earth, wind or fire.!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, BLOVEMBER 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listin’ to some Everlasting Badasses Multiservicios Zztop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lDLFoLOASCM #me2 #IGotToHaveAShot before I #BlowMyZZTOP }

#TuneIn #DropOut #THRIVEinTIME #HEALitALL #RightHere #RightNow

SQUARE MEAL TIMES 2 = 42x√(2x)

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 21, 2019

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2√(7x)⋅3√(14x²) can be written as 42x√(2x) https://youtu.be/3MijXB91DVo, therefore, I am

Now, for the umpteenth time as my mama used to say, figure it out, do the math until you ram

The answer’s in the blank to be filled in, there’s no multiple choice, you know it or you don’t

It is not a guessing game, the here and now is just what you see, it’s all you get, a word’s font.

Over the waterfall from the melting ice and snow off of the mountain peaks’ slopes, soap Tide

Washing the dirt and grime away and leaving cleanliness and scents from lavender’s free ride

To the moon or just next door to the open market of everything a human ever wanted to need

The ends are the places to go that you wind up staying at until the final curtain falls into seed.

Back to the future or up to the past, always fleeting the Presence in the Present atomic shock

Split or fused the invisible smoke and mirrors until I got here and now, this is it, all I ever got

Breath of fresh air most of the time, until Matter burns into ash, leaving stinkin’ wood smoke

It’s all she wrote for some 4 legged anima, winged fauna and All too Human men, rock broke.

Paraphernalia flying around the ‘hood in pamphlets and bulletin propaganda, got a job here

I will perform at peak until I’m tired and need a break to recharge the disappearing holy fear

Of the holy, invisible divine and hungry animals and plants desiring to dissolve your T-bones

Into the ergs of the animation that searches for and destroys atoms of overblown cell phones.

Shuffled off to the Buffalo in New York and to the Watts of the City of Angels, we lived & died

In the end smoked, burned, crushed into dust and ash or filled with CH2O, my formaldehyde

Commercial or private, after the last day you breathe, it doesn’t matter at all, not a tiny byte

Equations are differential and complex, there’s an answer but it’s X, unknown, so why fight?

Why eat to live and live to eat, being a cat or dog or a woman or a man, same old movie scene

Appearances and the nature of the essence of beasts are all one, same dark dream in a dream

Like a forgotten thing you needed to recollect while in transit from the birth to dead-death of

You, super Ego and Id, playing the back and forth of winning and losing, both crow and dove.

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r j j stephan, i

c. JEUDI, BLOVEMBER 21ST, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to 432Hz - “The DEEPEST Healing - Let Go Of All Negative Energy - Healing Meditation Music" on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4wtG01ymIjE }

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