#GivingThanks #HappyThanksgiving #Thanksgiving @HeavyTraffic @RalphBakshi #NotAsFuriousAsYoMama @GrandFunkRailroad #CloserToHome

GRAVITY’S GRAVES, LET ME DOWN

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 28, 2019

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It was as easy as pie, not the 3.14 but the cherry or the mincemeat, or it was peach cobbler

Kind people all over the place on holidays and afterward but the bums on streets hate Her

Mother Earth is the Cause of their Effect of being down and out, useless traffic of humanity

No function other than to put in nothing and take everything they can get, like you and me!

Difference is we spent our energy and time workin’ for some gold doubloons and happiness

All the homeless did was give up and be lazy and dirty which disqualifies all six of the senses

Stink of the wasted carcasses being carried from block to block, road to avenue of the Stars

Where even the bravest, well-armed soldiers fear to go, down by the old mill stream’s liars.

When the sun goes down, a band of gypsies rises from the graveyard in back of the junkyard

Until the golden dawn of sunrise, those dark things, spirits in the night, play and rap the fjord

Comin’ in and goin’ out of consciousness’ feast of thanks, gratitude for the death of half of US

It’s what happens when you escape the #downtrodden history and future, dig diamonds’ fuss.

Gold isn’t buried deep for any small reason, the Cause of the element is the Big Bang Crunch

Not a miniature thing itself but a maximum dosage of nothing for y’all ‘cept a Hawaiian punch

You know and I know what “Live at the Filmore East NYC 1970” means right? Yeah, Jimi H

I got a lot older, he died and now it’s all bein’ done, here without you, all the Time, I’s a sage!

Philosophical essence and the form of the crime scene shapes that connect the dots, up to par

That is the this and that is all there is, essence preceding the existence of the son’s Black Star

Or it’ll be a white dwarf, it’s impossible to know the MATRIX, beyond logic’s inevitable doubt

So, since I’ve got your name and number, wait for my call, call me anytime 4AM, I’m a #Bot.

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r j j stephan, i

c. THURSDAY, THANKSGIVING, BLOVEMBER 28TH, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ DRAFTED WHILE LISTENIN’ TO “XXX” rated #HeavyTraffic Ralph Bakshi Animation on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XWzz6GR3cPQ }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MillionsOfOne #NoneOfYourZerosEqualTheVoid @PRINCE @JIMIHENDRIX @BuddyGuy

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

SHE AIN’T REALLY BLOND BUT...

by

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.?