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 WHERE THERE'S SMOKE THERE'S FIRE, EH?

SHE AIN’T REALLY BLOND BUT...

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 28, 2019

sssssssssssss  #FIREinTheHole  sssssssssssss

Nothing mattered before and nothing’s gonna matter down the road, first or second gear jam

Motors of my sisters and mothers, brothers and fathers, all of the DNA formed-shape of man

Chemicals with intelligence going faster than the light-speed limit, per microsecond of Time

Space crunched into a microdot singularity from an immense, gargantuan explosion of Space.

Down in southern California at the beach, when the surf’s comin’ up, I do nothing but surf it

Foam above and below me, bubbles of air to keep me conscious of my status as an air sucker

Out of the blue, mother and father left us here all alone to figure it all out, hooks, lines, sinker

Everything you need to come to the ultimate conclusion that you and I are the product of god.

A big one or a little one, nevertheless, there’s something supernatural about the mouth agape

Lookin’ at your brothers and sisters, mothers, fathers and friends, a corpus delicti motif safe

Love’s got nothing to do with It, this or that, you and I got lucky ‘cause our parents duplicated

For love’s lust, ovas came into wombs, Gamma Rays First Cause, a .413’ll shutdown the dead.

On being on a dragstrip or a track, human’s race as humans do, speedin’ to win, lose or draw

Perfection and damage done to the cool cats, merged into 208 bones of cosmic, fake troubles

Wandering, hiding, looking to eat, drink and avoid sharp teeth and a predator carnivore claw

Broken, bloody hearts comin’ premature, infantile ancient mariners spells coded in LSD pills.

The other night, they played our song and we drove up the ONE, I knew I’d get you back here

Lost you once to the convent of nuns and priests of the holy sepulchre, Hollywood’s cried tear

In the tragedy of life’s random causes and effects, there is a subtle comedy rising from ashes

Why you ask? Believe #BlindedFaith in Nothing being Something other than divinity’s asses.

The little girls I once knew turned out to be the fine women who survived the turmoil of wars

Battles to kill the good, the bad and the ugly remain the only way to settle the selfish box cars

From head to toe, hair, fingers and toes with growing nails of the corpses, fillin’ a dead cabal

Zeus’ Will’s underground, eyes wide-opened, Darkness’ power is right on, holy pax sign y’ All!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, Thanksgiving that #TheIndian @Squanto, also known as Tisquantum Tisquantum Lodge 164, saved the #Pilgrims back in the #Day, & LISTENIN’ intently to Jimi Hendrix #OnceIHadAWoman from the CD #BLUES on on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/3wQAMdDvT6Y}

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BeatThisSheet #YouCannotTry #YouWillNotSucceed #EyesCannotWatchThriller #ItsOnlyAMovie #StoppedBreathingThrilled

ELEVEN, TWENTY 4:20 NINETEENS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, November 27, 2019

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Elevating my consciousness to the alpha tones, place in space where I am, I’m in full charge

Until my last breath, free consciousness within established parameters, just livin’ max-large

Not for any other reason than my father and mother made the easy money, without reprieve

Cost is not important with a bottomless charge account that is settled every mid-Adam’s eve.

Think about it this way, you my friend that I don’t know are a #Tool for good, drink cow milk

Good being anything that supports survival of the fittest, bad being a detriment to Time’s ilk

Poor girls and boys, rich punks and socialites who pretend to be the grandfather of the clock

In charge of the livers of the beasts, all who Live KNOW, Evil is Live spelled backward, Rock!

Don’t listen or pay any attention to the doom layers who teach the children well, how to DIE!

Watching animals and plants be killed and eaten in the midst of pretending LIFE won’t LIE

Yet, here and now, a blindman and a hard of hearing woman, pretend it’s gonna be alright, eh

If you don’t pretend, go insane from the emptiness before your very eyes, hey, what did I say?

Did you know, did you think, could you guess, shall we assume that immortality is a chimera?

Blind faith seems caused by the fear, loathing death, the end-all, the be-all of an intelligentsia

Comin’ to Jesus, Buddha, Krishna or @MONSANTO for extinction, chemicals of a cosmic Ra

Of human bondage and freedom, an accident of survival of the fittest, here, now, alone, Blah!

We all want company to entertain our ennui and provide the antidote to the mortal mindset

Little Johnny and sweet, tiny Mary Jane pull it all off as if it’s a play that’s supposed to be, yet

We’re all hungry when the food runs out, we want to kill some form of life to eat it, then stink

To swallow the real things and devour the verve within, eyes wide open until an eternal blink.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, BLOVEMBER 27TH, 2 0 1 9 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ cranked out these calls Pulitzer Prizes while jammin’ to Michael Jackson* #BillyJean on youTube with some of MY fav HITS link @ https://youtu.be/Zi_XLOBDo_Y }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OldFashionedRobbery #RootForTheBadGuys #FakeNews #GotNoJunk

FUNK SISTERS AND CLONE DNA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 26, 2019

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Which expansion? Which aggression? Why are you so concerned about the Cosmic grooves?

You will perish since you are really an invisible Ego, an animated juke job of ignorant flotsam

Call the idiots and the morons to do a number on the bad men, they’re everywhere on jetsam

Alcohol and plant dehydration, fired up inhalation, you’d be jumpin’ on the prey, jukin’ fools.

You are punked right now, friends and foes alike, you’ve swallowed the bait, hook-line sunk

Down to the bottom of the deepest lake on Earth, where light never goes or comes, in or out

It’s a matter of atomic fusion and fission and your eyes wide open to see a burnt son of God

It’s always there and without It, we are all dead, the good, bad and the fugly, got it hotrod?

Here’s a fire in the water, it’s gettin’ hotter every moment of every holy revolution, get high

Light up and live past the trials and tribulations of surviving on Earth, struggling son of Ra

Microscopic and macroscopic focus of the philosophy you’ve accepted to explain, funk found

From the mothers and sisters of us all, we come forth and drop it on down to sacred ground.

I am in the center, right down the middle, neither to the left nor the right, stand up, sit down

Host of the party Is the One, the same One which was here before your conception, you clown

Sent to the comedy and tragedy of the dramatic display of little, crybaby boys’ and girls’ folks

Already gone, a mystery house, smoke cigarettes, watch football on TV, Happy Thanksgiving!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, BLOVEMBER 26TH, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ generated the amassed Logos flombet with the assistance of The Artist Formerly Known As Prince #JAZZ youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cOc2MzvqbN0 }