#PerfectlyBlueInADreamState #Cryin'LikeABaby @JoeSatriani #SATCH

knightly gest, romance in a GD dream?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 23, 2019

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Marking the foot and finger prints for the Chinese to track me down to the Zen cave’s Void

Such beings could be silent like lambs in the meadow, waitin’ for hungry wolves and coyotes

No more wondering about the nature of this beast or any other, it’s a moot point to avoid

Nothing there to think about, no subjects or objects to predicate the things inside the boats.

Afloat on the sea of guff where it is a matter of time before we gasp one more bubble of badair

Cannot wait for the wings to sprout out from the horns and pointed tail, God’s a Chicago bear

In a bassinet, then a crib spillin’ into a bunk bed with brothers, sisters of a cub and boy scout

Nevermore to see the popular ‘all about me so look at me and smile’ that’s what love’s about!

Fomenting the matter’s cornucopia of black and white trash, colored is what the TV’s are, Ma

Thanks for droppin’ me here on the ground of will and desire, I’m star’s dust, all of it in a Tao

Monkeys of the ape family and humans of the crew-magnon branch, eat, sleep, live high & die

Eating each other, animals and plants are the genome of the Earth cell, microbial misanthropy.

Pine smells above the ground and musty, musk aroma arising from my quiet skull, toothless

Gums won’t do, to chew the cud and hard bone marrow in the center of mass, my mortal son

Dug your grave and prepared your urn for the ashes of your personality dust, a mirror of fun

Fear of the unknown, after the death of the conscious mind, the boy and girl, again Loveless!

Another roll over from the last time in space, another story to create and dissolve into a Void

Where your mama and papa go, everyone from the first microbe to the final DNA module, Ra

Underground pyramids, ground rock-gods point thumbs up/down to a sandy, immortal at-sea

As I lay living and drop dead gorgeous, eyes adored my face’s skin and bone, broken, I’m Me!

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r j j stephan, i

 

c. Lundi, FREEZEMBER 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

 

{ Thrashed this ditty listenin’ to #BestOfHoneymooners link @ https://youtu.be/z1Le7HGV-nc & the #Honeymooners #ImpeachThePresident guilty @ https://youtu.be/wqbEsS5kFb8 on youTube, enjoy YOUR day, as if it’s YOUR last too! }

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#FiletGumbo #Macheromio #CompanyB #MrGreenJeansWasHere

PRE-OPERATION CREATION

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 23, 2019

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Once and for all, the Word is out and the hounds are released to snort the hot blooded flow

Of the mice and men who walked and still walk this planet on the Last Day, bent my eyes in

Holes are the things that used to be before they disintegrated all of ‘It’ into a red-black hole

Hungry for the power, the exploding atoms of hydrogen, nitrogen, helium, carbon’s heaven.

The inverse of what is hidden from the sensation of the Earth-bound genome, a DNA patch

Triggered by the nuts and seeds from the living fauna which turn the blackness into the blues

Where you look up and blow back your hair to see what Nothing at all really is, no Void ruse

Pretending that we care in English, French, German, Spanish or Mars’ hieroglyphics’ scratch.

Milky Way black hole synchronized with Souls we pretend to be or not, thriving Kaiser’s joke

Full of the good, the bad and the ugly created from scratches on rock walls, recollection a liar

Of what this is and why it is and where this is leading US to be, underground or up in smoke

Consumed we will be, like the hot food at our dining tables, kitchen is smoking hot, on Fire!

Nuts of the orgasmic Big Bang of God, right here and now, I am all it ever was, don’t believe?

Take your blind faith and stick it straight into the #EventHorizon’s #Singularity, a coral reef

Hold one moment please while I mix the menudo and concentrate on the dot, an era’s period

Bloody because that’s what has evolved out of the great, #Dead & #Stones staged to be a God.

They are what they are and so are we, we’re all here and now and will be here forever, Matter

To be or not, is never, ever a question for the One, only for the deceived and fallen mad hatter

In the bottom of the rabbit hole the time has run out and there isn’t one more moment, oh no

You have conceived and then the conception deceived your soul’s mind, anima animated roe.

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r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, FREEZEMBER 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #BestOfWARtheBand on youTube @ https://youtu.be/RBQXJ3I5xGA & @SatrianiJoJo #UntilWeSayGoodbye @ https://youtu.be/2XEgvGh4QoE}

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#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 }

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