#FillibusterThis #MoronsBreedSpeciesExtinction #BeOneNow #BeMyBabyNow @WalkinOnTheSunTheMoonTheEarth #BeAStarIsBorn

SUR, SURF’S UP ON VENTURA HIGH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 8, 2019

-------------- #MultiplyTimesSixtyNIne ---------------

Itself a Thing since the origin of matter, inside a holy of holly, a black hole’s singularity denial

Over yonder, beyond a crest of the foothills, the sun’s rising above the stone blind mind’s eyes

Of the rat trap dreams locking in on your Time in this Space, the graves are gaping wide open

Awaiting the lazy bones of the spirits who come and go without a Word, a final gasp of ZaZen.

On the train, things move while you sit at One, at rest for the duration of the stay in Noway

From the octave above and below the scale, notes are blown, plucked or fiddle-sawed away

Eyes tightly shut out the ambient light of the burning ball of god’s danmed creatures got afar

It was the only alternative, there was no other free choice, no liberty to move like a rock star.

Amazing ennui on the surface to the center of the DNA cellular chaos, surviving a cosmic cool

To see clearly without eyes or the glasses that focus the light into the all seeing mind of a fool

Way up or way down from the center or surface of the sphere, called mama home, that’s all It

Not you or me but anyone you know or are related to, stupid love of strangers, aliens’ #FitBit.

My ride moves ‘round curves on the One or on the Ventura, in the light of day, I’m The Dark

Never was a virgin illusion of the Sapiens, I chose the middle path to find the Way off the Ark

Noah and Adam had families from the same pool of nonsense, passed #FakeHistory to the All

Sundial, watchin’ the #Watch, Time on a clock, paid #OT, time and 1/2, Ghettoized robocall!

Down the tracks where the brave fear to go, idle women walk around, there’s no today’s news

Hotshots with crazy ideas ‘bout how to get everything you want and need on bunches of blues

Strung together on a clothes line at a nudist colony of blind faith believers, a naked-ape doom

Mighty gas bubble, beautiful bones of a divinity’s shape, buried in Earth’s Big Sur sand dune!

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r j j stephan, i #ReveleBlownIntoSmithereens #FeelTheBurn header is beautiful, #Dope!

c. Dimanche, December 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:07 AM PST

{ #YouCantGetToMe #Bruises & HITS by Train U2ube @ https://youtu.be/lZjn7iMmsZI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WokeUpThisMorning #Sopranos #GotYourselfSomeRightAndWrong #BornUnderABadSign #BlueMoonInYourEye

COVERED, SQUARED OR CUBED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 7, 2019

------------- #WokeThisAm ------------

It is the living proof that we are a result of a miraculous Big Bang event, little rascals

No place in space that I’d rather be than right here & now, love it to hell, all hard sells

It’s where it is, right below our feet, an historical graveyard of First & Last epic Causes

From the get go, right out of the gate, out of nowhere a lady came & whispered, “Dez.”

Hot flames and frozen tundra of burned out cinder, from a White Dwarves or Red Giants

No need for language since there is no culture or civilization in the origin of man’s Time

Since Time is a management tool for the efficiency experts and a globalist economy wonk

Puritanical, atheistic hedonist and that which I am, an agnostic hangin’ in for the counts.

I’m a man, what about you? You may be a with or without the power of wisdom of a #Thug

Examining the evidence of the previous incarnation of the #CookieMonster & #MothersMilk

She always knew how to treat the dummies, hi dee ho, fe fi fo fum, English-Irishman red silk

With or without you, nothing matters, corpus delicti is no myth, silk, slick as slime on a slug.

Cards all dealt the deck of 80, aces, tens higher than kings, queens and one eyed jacks, hike

Bull frogs are croakin’ now, the full moon is risin’ from the east, Earth rolls royces, busy body

If you think that you’re more clever than the magician who plays you and steals your psyche

A change of numbers on a timeline from zero to the right positive and to the left it’s nugatory.

Upward where nine miles high will get you extinguished or at least vanquished beyond a bust

Nothing walking, crawling, burrowing, flying or swimming but I got fortunate son wanderlust

Cosmic light and infrared sound form the quality of the minute quantity we’ve gleaned off US

Murder, hot-blooded self-defense against a threat’s clear and present danger, sky of sea blues

The wounds don’t hurt once they’re healed but they all need a psychological reliever, it grows

Until there’s nothing left to learn about being hurt, riddled with ups and downs of love flows

From the infancy of your bones and mind to the fine-tuned machine you’ve primed for karma

As if it’s true, squared & cubed #FakeNews flies on the Mason-Dixon, old Mississippi mama.

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r j j stephan, i

c. SAMEDHI, FREEZEMBER 7TH, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 PM PST #PearlHarbor78Since41

{ drafted while jammin’ to #Nazareth HITS like #NowYouMessinWithASOB on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qQO-Cb3SiW8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Alpha #Omega #You & #Me @USA #USA #Flubbergasted

----------------- God used up all of the #Flubber ----------------

BROKE 77 YEARS, BISHOPS OF SCAT

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RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 7, 2019

------ #OpenWide #mmmmmmmm ------

If and only if there is an unconditional, categorical imperative then there will be a clean break

There’s a reason why the empty skull has so many holes in the form of the bone, land’s sake

It’s all been broken since day One, the first day of the eternal, somnambulistic travesty, a tax

On your breath, your consciousness, your health, your happiness on the planet’s random fax.

Nothing was ever meant to be, it just happened out of thin air, no Word other than the Words

Many more than One left to mix up the thoughts in the tiny apeish brains of butt-naked herds

Everything was broken millenia before we’s conceived, same for you, it ain’t no joke this strife

Now and then, like right now this very second, you’re deep asleep in a dream of life, by a wife.

Thinking before there’s even a scintilla of a chance that you’ll be an enlightened corpus delicti

Blind faith breakin’ down your will to survive here and now, on the planet of rock & roll high

Through the muck and mire of the orphanages and parishes of the baby boys and girls, we go

Finality of the annual repetition of the seasons four, Winter to Fall, it all ebbs and flows Egos.

Your mother and father didn’t know so they could not repeat the mantra of the holy Ones’ Ga

Inside the deep, way, way down where there’s no light at all, devoid thing, what it is Ma & Pa?

I ain’t jokin’ it really looked to me like everything was broken ‘til I realized that it ain’t #shat

So, like my daddy used to say, “Then don’t fix it!  It ain’t broke, it has always been like #scat!” 

I just report the facts as they appear on screens in front of my eyes, I am not your daddy pods

An automaton repeater of #Whitey drivel drafted by a linguistic anomaly, idiot grunts of apes

Naked or with full bodies of hair growth obscuring the humanity and god-like, wo-man rapes

Broke heads, bleeding hearts, ate brains for power, deep breath, dog-Godmothers’ o’ Suckers!

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r j j  stephan, i    *RIP sailors, marines, soldiers and airmen who gave it ALL!  Salute!

c.  Semedhi, FEEZEMBER the 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM  #NeverForgetDecember7th1941

{ drafted on the anniversary of #PearlHarborWWII & listenin’ to Bob Dylan #NeverMeantToBeSpoken #EverythingIsBroken again, ad infinitum on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ev-Ru1QpTqU  & link to #PearlHarbor on youTube link @  https://www.doi.gov/video/remembering-pearl-harbor }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?