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Friday, December 27, 2019

#ReadyToRock & #ReadyToRoll #FromEternityToYoMama #BlackHOles & #WhiteDwarves

OCCULTLY PHENOMENOLOGICAL
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As everyone knows by now, this is a quid pro quo and it’s a contradiction of mighty power
To be or not to be is only a Shakespearean anomaly for one man, 208 bones, mine’s deluxe
I have the skull and crossbones, I have the hidden volumes of sacred texts of Babel’s tower
If the condition is to be or not to be, I have the answer, it’s #ToBe always, to be the Vortex.

Nothing tends to get physically on my nerves, psychologically or mentally, I ignore it, be glum
Static electricity of dead poets’ voices, a futile race for trivial pursuit of 9 necessary conditions
Of a sufficient nature of this being alive, functioning DNA in Formed Matter, ala ad infinitum
Upon 7 seas or a hike to the top of mountains’ rocky rivers of snow, immortal, F you, my sins.

I was not here way back when to the time you take full responsibility for, Adam & Eve prank
Thought God would never see the bitten apple and give a log to the corporate, putrid upchuck
It wasn’t always what it is today, it’s been different, it’ll be unrecognizable soon, genome bone
No real secrets except what happens now, this illusion of yourself when you die, a tombstone.

Changing the things you can and watchin’ the rest of the story like your own selfie short flick
Love has something to do with it, whether you get some or not, it’ll affect the flow, head derrick
Bullets taken for the ones I cared about, in a #gat or just a piece of blue steel, .38 six shootin’
Got a bull whip and big bottle of whiskey, Black Jack I think, muscle in black #49, I’m all in!

Bit bon fire full of the old lumber yard redwood and pine, the sunrise came down at midnight
White trash and honkies that showed from the JV team, twisted before and after dotted eyes
Bare knuckles and steel rings tryin’ not to get hurt too bad, keepin’ the bloodline in vein, tight
Pickin’, grinnin’ with body and soul drinkin’, appearances of BJ 90 proof, God’s soul’s on ice.

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r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, FREEZEMBER 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST
{ jammin’ to youTube link https://youtu.be/ukivqD3X688 #SouthernRoad & HITS ala Alexander King - "Southern Road," ft. Yelawolf & Gracen Hill }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#SprinkleUponYourFairyDustedMind #JustAddH2O #KryptoniteHeavyOnTheAvenue #VanishedAndGone

MOTHER EARTH’S IN TIME 7-11 24/7
Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 27, 2019
-------------  #WTF time is it?  4:30 AM spinnin' ------------
Took it all down to the bottom of the lead bowl, where the gold lies with Jack’s mixed coke
Developed a taste for the good and the evil protruding from the orbital wobble of the dope
Where my mama crawled around the alleys and roads of the DoDo Popped funny faced ilk
Nothing at all destroyed when the life’s accidental geometric progression total living Hehl .

It is here, where we go to pretend we matter to the gods, to a God or a pantheon of an alien
From a planet orbiting this or another star in the universal solar systems of galactic foment
Bubbles of gas, broken open and spilled out into the Void, a night and my dark knight skin
Pricks with needles in arms and bony arse of the thing, this thing I call my self, papa’s kin.

Coming down from a snow capped mountaintops, volcanoes of the Big Bang’s chafe, AHA!
From the wars that come in between the pretenders’ peace, blood and guts spilled for a Ra
Gods of ancestral tribes of descended, evolutionary dead ends, population of the extinction
Species specifically, a 32 allele genome within invisible walls of imprisoned DNA, morte sin!

Compared to you, I’m a confused dolt, you know more than you choose, Truth be told to me
Or it may be a white or a black lie, a prevarication of the Reality, blind, deaf, I muted Death
Saying nothing, just breathing the gas in and out, in rhythm to the rocks and rolls of reverie
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers put it all into perspective, hearts & minds of empty breath.

Instituted the ants and bees into the ground and trees, outed dark caves of undersea octopus
For no reason, for nothing and without rationale to extrapolate the consequences of Stupidus
Mind games and just innocent babbling like infants on pablum and formula for a roustabout
Wine, dine and a date for a last supper before the deed’s done, intercourse of love, I in, I out.

Udders full of transformed grass/grain matter’s wet, calf mammary gland product, I’m drunk
Life as the cows know it, our mothers didn’t have the formula for sustenance, broke, in a funk
Now and then, here and there, I have come to an inevitable conclusion, I am the One & Only
Always was and will be, All of It, Alpha to Omega, I am, I will it to be, I’m mama’s Holy He.

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r j j stephan, i { Love’s heart’s in my pocket, it’s early, it’s 4:30 AM, I Am in Time, I’m Out! }
c. VENDREDI, FREEZEMBER 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:30 AM PST
{ Jamout @ 4:30 AM, late? No, it’s early...to the @SpinDoctors #WhatTimeIsIt ...hey, you know...it’s FO THIRTY! youTube link busted on link @ https://youtu.be/e86omL8uzks}
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, December 26, 2019

#ThisMeansWAR @WARtheBand #2020Comin'

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URGENCY OF THE MORONS, CAW!
Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 26, 2019
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If I come over there, it will not be pretty, it’s not what you want, don’t look at me like that son
Who do you think I am, just another flyin’ bird comin’ around to see if you got some corn pon
Hey, I don’t need you, I can do it all on my own, I don’t need men, dogs or bugs, I am a Raven
Stop by here at my crib, Nevermore, Nevermore unless you want to see your feathers burnin’.

Well now, it’s like being in charge again, I pay my own way in life, I kill and eat the dead meat
Off of the chicken wishbones and pig meat bones, even cow T-bones of filet mignon, crow feet
On my face, by my eyes and in my spirit, in my soul, inner awareness of the dream in a dream
Sleeping while wide awake on Earth, eating, working, playing, messin’ up dirty deeds’ cream.

Long after a cosmic supernova, I came then went before a Singularity arrived, Is God around?
Not here or now, not in a ghetto or a condo, not in an adobe hut or in cardboard box I found
In an alley adjacent to dead end streets, I found that everything is everything, under the bus
It matters because of the moral imperative for the certitude of blind faith, God’s ghetto, US!

Trained by instructors who need the air and water to stay alive, nobody’s immortal, o my son
From the first to the last day of being awaken from the gratefully expired corpses of a six gun
Outlaws and inlaws become the allies of your darkness, you see nothing but the kin folk DNA
Makin’ plays in end games, being the star of show, as easy as cherry pie then, even I gotta die.

Specks of dust under a microscope shocked into a miniature play of tiny, invisible, a jin band
Tiny genies makin’ the magic duplicate the supply of cellular anthropy inherited from mama
Daddy just a guy, a man, descended from an inferior piece of Earth clay, designed by no man
Grown plants goin’ up to the sky, roots way down underground to the roots of a cosmic papa.

I know the Unknown because I am the unknown, insignificant as dust in wind or a PhD in die
What it all comes down to is a girl named Susie-Q, who used to say I love you, loved her walk
She kept me up all night the day we met, I stared deeply down into her being, for the God talk
About a reason for being alive, why we were born, to where nothing goes when ready to hi-fly.

Drank the kool-aid of the minds that were blown by the nuns and professors, I mortally sin
Immortally yours is an exercise in futility inherited from the dreams of mothers and fathers
Not my own but the Others, the invisible mental chatter of the engine of creation, surrender
Mortal bones and a Will of the Power that Is, a final token, babies, this & that, breath it All in.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. JEUDI, FREEZEMBER 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 05:00 AM PST
{ 1st draft and the only draft complete while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #DeliverTheWORD & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/zh0mnHSeKMA }
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FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?