#Honeymooners #Honeydrippers rockin' the Sunday before Xmas! #JesusLives

OUTBACK TO THE WORLD, EH? *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 22, 2019

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Now and then One has a dream that Life has begun once again headed toward the end

No place in space anything can go except down into a black hole or to the core of a fight

Complicated for a moment until One discovers the meaning of Everything Theory’s bend

Nonchalant and without a purpose, a pulsar dots the eyes that are blinded by black light.

In the course of a star’s pathway across the labyrinth, a vast sea of succubi's singin’ squeals

For all of us, everyone who senses a mystery in beat sound and bright light of a cool groove

What is the substance of the thing itself and why is the matter, the energy of magnetic fields

Assume the worst and believe the first, it could be even more than that, First Cause’s move.

Knight jumps the pawn, jumps the shark and begins the onslaught of terror to a fake realm

With a queen and a king and a full carcass of living cells, procreating and wheeling the helm

Just because you think you’re so pretty, well you are but you don’t have to be so outta sight

It’s not your fault but you have a lot to do with the end that’s near, gonna be a big bar fight.

When the smoke clears, bottles and mirrors all busted up to bits and shards of B-side records

I found the diamond in the rough and once it became clear through like icy glass, my Words

They got wrote, they got said out loud and recorded for repetition, ad infinitum, to the moon

It’s where Alice Kramden used to go with Ralph from the Bronx projects to a city bus station.

There’ve been many genii on Terra Ferma as we know it, there’ll be more, pure future shock

Grief for the mad and the happy with caps and hats to cover the mindset of a brainiac flock

Stickin’ together after still born to the damned mothers who conceived out of fear’s loathing

Then nine months and a fortnight after the Big Bang, the Black Hole or the White dwarfing.

Told the Many to Get Bent more than once, probably like a thousand times ten, it’s what it is

What it is or what it will be is understood, it’s the Way of the Warriors and genuine, fake sufis

Whirling dervish around in finite circles to whip up the winds of change, a future shock’s fizz

You see? It is a creepy feeling when you look in the mirror at yo’ self, a superfly, hella genius.

Watch the ghetto demands and sub-urban starbursts merge into one, black, white, nice alley

Geeks and junkies all on the same plane to get from here to there, in one piece just high, see?

Tried to get over on the Man, the Gang and the Hose of the street asphalt, I’m all in concrete

Makin’ cuts, cashin’ in ducks, back in the world, again soldier boy and sailor beyond icy sleet.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, FREEZEMBER 22nd, 2019 @ 9:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Curtis Mayfield #FutureShockMix #RightOnForTheDarkness on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/igC_1jwWR9o }

* Header picture is the MOTTO #Tshirt of official Friends Who Like #ArmstrongandGetty @ArmstrongandGetty - mine is on the way to me in the US Mail now! Not! LOL }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AbleReadyWillingToRock #MustReadWhenAwake #WOKEyoMama #ForgoneConclusion

SONNY, DADDIO, MISS YA MAN! *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 22, 2019

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Oh my mama, she knew that it was all a matter of Time in this Space, nothing left over then

After it’s all said and it’s all done, the finish line ahead is all there is to see, a clear insight Zen

What it is, what it was and what it always will be, a star’s burst of atoms’ eve, it’s a big red ball

Atoms of the molecules spread out over the Void, the lack of things full of Nothing, that’s all!

Never can say goodbye to the family though, they want me to stay, want to stay, yet I cannot

Nobody gets out of this life alive, not even Jesus Christ or Buddha or Krishna or Mao, nobody

For once in the revolution of the planet around the burning #Fix, old Sol, the Man in the sky

It’s a crap shoot, a card game of chance with a cheater and a marked human, I do, I’s a robot.

Programmed by color or black & white electrode transmissions from an empty puddle of mud

We are now groomed to be awake, work, slave, skate, scam and mate with God’s Elmer Fudd

A dream come true for beauty’s beasts who look for godsends but find beasts of burden lore

Tales about the guys and gals who came and went without a whisper, no Word, no #WhatFor.

Animated eggs from the womb to the grave sites and atom’s of the atmosphere’s bloody mud

Coagulated in my idea of the feeling of Oneness you received as a gift of the fight for survival

Only the strong survive, you can see that with your own eyes, compassion for weakness is nil

Bringing the weakness of the cells into the gene pool will eliminate the Gash of apes that kill!

Naked apes with hardly a hair on their chinny, chin, chin are in charge of the spin stop and go

Hairless and frozen stiff without their parkas and animal fur from fauna of Terra Ferma blow

Wind on the Earth’s fire brings the sea water to keep the wild fish alive, until a Time for locks

Refused miraculous garbage, I’m wasted and famished, I swallowed fish whole, I rolled rocks!

Right here and now, daddio, you’ve got to get outta here alive, no choice but to be or not to be

Answers to the only question that matters are not to be found in knowledge, just a blind faith

That the historical narrative found in the volumes of bibliophiles on shelves and on line, see

Blind boys and girls walk alone, a sight for sore divine eyes and mortal bones, RIP, I’m death.

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r j j stephan, i *MyOriginOfSpecies #LightHeartDarkSoul #MakeYuleTideGay

c. DIMANCHE, FREEZEMBER 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to #AndyWilliams Dean Martin & Frank Sinatra croon Christmas cheer to me & heaven’s kin from #HellsKitchen & youTube link for you too @ https://youtu.be/lLEFE_ZpVl4 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SATCH @JoeSatriani & #TheThingItself #TheKid

THE KID, DESPAIR, COPS & QUARKS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 21, 2019

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If there is more than what is already here and now, I’ll take it, not that ennui has set in but

When you’re just zoomin’ up and down turnpikes’ and freeways’ and state roads’ holy rut

Unless you inherited the nest egg of the family fortune, you better get ready to sweat it out

You’ve no choice, it’s the nature of the beast, to be here and now but not before or after It.

On the mothers who hold quark eggs of the genome within their holy confines, a womb room

Where I come from, where you came from and anybody that’s not here yet will come from, eh

Not only am I divulging the magical Truth regarding the origin of your universe, It is all of It

There’s nothing more nor less than you, I and the space our atoms conglomerate within, chit.

Compared to the alternative which is utter dissolution of the ego, the self, the sense of being I

Is all we need to get by, that and a companion to share the mystery of being nowhere in Space

Watching the illusory moments move from past to present to future, everything is everything

Nothing is but the lack of it All, conceptual analysis to die for? I think not, ‘Let’s Pray, Sing!’

A leader of the pack has arisen from dusty dirt of Northern America’s land mass, a harbinger

Offering nothing but peace, prosperity and a dissolution of #Evil from #Live, a cover-up Sin

Realization that the star we call, the Sun is sunny but is dimming, every spin around danger

Burning up into ash is the only path to follow, sit down, be quiet, STFU forever and forever!

Still, there’s hope and faith in the love for the Liberty given by birth in the USA, for #TheKid

Watching open borders flood with diseased refugees with nothing but a stamp free-food fight

Poorman’s blind faith in divinity is the tool of DNA code for the extinction of species, DNAcid

Indeed, all in a #BigPicture, the creator’s back, detach the U-chord, End’s a zone of twilight!

You think you can stop the germs from invading the genome? You cannot, it’s corpus delicti

I personally wish that living on Earth was living forever but it’s not, that’s Blind Faith for you

A group of three boys playing music like there’s no tomorrow and for all there was One high

From the peace pipe smoked leaves and the inhaled grains of ground leaves, a wingless fly.

It’s the best thing available to the poor, to the rich, the good, the bad and the ugly, it’s Time

Where things happen for a reason or not, at random or not, but happen they do, in a Space

Utter despair, a sound way if you get off of the straight, narrow path of nose to the grindstone

I am strings of bass’ rhythm and blues to a backbeat of thin skin, oh, you got that right, son!

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r j j stephan, i

c. SAMEDI, FREEZEMBER 21ST, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Digital, red writing is on the ceiling, it’s 4:44 and you’re time is up! Drafted this while listenin’ to Joe Satriani Joe Satriani Universe #TheForgotten & #ROCKshards on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2rsdZHcRM9c }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?