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Friday, November 29, 2019

#RedCorvette... #TheWay @PRINCE #1999 #RasberryBeret & #MICROhits #DoubleTime #DiamondsAndPearls #PurpleRain

pi 3.14 = CORVETTE 2020 SLUICED
Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Friday, November 29, 2019
--------------- #WorldIsAGiven ----------------
Pi-rates are all there is that really matters in the big scheme destiny of things, mommy ow!
It’s not for me to say but it is for me to think about and write it all down, here and/or now
Just in case I don’t make it past today and if I’m dead tomorrow, in the eyes’ Hole-In-One
I shall remain until the final entry into the black hole’s singularity, I assume, my tiny son.

Prerequisites of your father’s ‘57 Ford, do not go outside of the city, get your girl’s labor pain
I violated those rules on the 5th date, rolled into the back seat at the drive-in #Charlemagne
Everybody is all up in arms because I’m playin’ the rock and roll louder than speakers need
I broke the speakers, wrecked the car when I was a mere seventeen year old without a creed.

Singing and playin’ around with the songs of the beaches on the West Coast, I finally arrived
Yeah! Disneyland and the Movies of Hollywood underfoot, movin’ me up, undertook #Dead
Settled in the North Country, natives and pioneers settled long before my essence blended in
I see Gold glittering from down in the valley, reflected downriver memories, box of sluice kin.

It’s not silver, it’s pure gold or fool’s gold for the one’s who think they know it all, #FakeNews
Nobody knows anything, that’s a fact, merely a series of educated guesses, assuming you’re I
All of It, the whole shebang is what it is all about, your relation of sex to the dreamer screws
Not that this here or that there is the essence of my soul but It Is, that’s all folks, got #Blues?

Divided and multiplied after a subtraction of the original addition, the unknown’s splattered
Both inside and outside of the genes of the cells, there’s an infinite number of tick-tock rocks
Earth spins slowly and wobbles the days and nights out of nowhere, mid Milky Way burned
Actually invisible to the naked eye or the electron microscope, it’s a delirious chimera, RED.

Where there’s an evil villain there’s always a good guy or gal, man or woman who lives to flirt
Whether it’s 1999 or 2020, twenty one years from birth to present, ain’t it a kick in love’s azz
Overdose of the air, the fire and water make you pour out the verve onto the grime of my dirt
Alright to the left or to the right, a gorilla and a man made the babies of history, CorVet class!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, BLOWVEMBER 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44:44 AM PST
FINIS
W.W.AR.D.?

Thursday, November 28, 2019

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

GRAVITY’S GRAVES, LET ME DOWN
by
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.

by
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!

by
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.?