#WhiskeyGlasses & #YourMama #SlowMovingBeast #FOCUS #PHUQUS

UNMOVED, MOVES & LOVE SCAMS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 28, 2019

--------------- #RosettaStonedJunky ---------------

If you didn’t already know, now you do, eventually you grow past the grammar high school

Graduating with a PhD in the senses of the nonchalant livers of life, pretenders of the drool

It’s just a slight matter of Time spent inside the Presence of Space, a dot, my soul or y’all

We will carry the load that is created from emptiness, a void of things themselves, it’s a ball.

Punks and very holy men and women walk along as if they’ve got all day, all decade to decide

Whether they made a mistake or not, that they’ve conceived not only their father’s ex-embrace

But also their mother of flesh and bone and the mother of all bombs, Earth, the dust of a son

Complete Pride, my angel wings fly from heaven to earth, supernova truth, debt paid in fun!

Everything that is everything, including Things of the unknown, occult sins of the daily grind

It’s just Time in a Box, lookin’ on the cement sidewalks and blacktop highways, lost my mind

Not what my mother and father wanted after the orphanage raised my eyes up to the gods’ Id

What I am is all there is and the fact that I’ve compassion for the others, that’s moot pointed.

Every night since the last day on Earth, I walked on that lonely road we all gotta roll upon

It’s all for the olden days that we have to pay for, it’s the debt the dead fools left us, com on

Let’s go, let’s roll on from the here, right here and right now to the end of the days, one gasp

Left the gravitational pull of the center, the hub of the load above and below me, god-am asp!

Sure enough, I believe that the kings, queens, popes’ sheeple all on a 64 square chessboard

Have no free will, the First Cause moves all of the fragmented souls of the One, I dreamed

I’m now and then, #Woke because I’m payin’ a debt that’s owed by my kin, all too humanity

With grounds for divorce from the force, in It to win it, OMG, break my back on a mortal sea.

Humble embrace of the beat and melody, beatin’ the animal skin stretched over a heavy dam

Blowin’ wind in reeds of horns’ holes, pressing buttons, pullin’ levers, blamed for kitchen Hellz

On a roll from the die turned into dice, thrice in a shaken can of atomless Void, it’s what I am

Perfection of the divinity goes, comes, in and out of dreams, nightmares, folly of tolled bells.

It’s on the other side of the window, the screen is in the way but it gives a glimpse of nothings

Seen in the darkness, everything is everything and that is the Oneness of Saturn’s no O-rings

Without which we’d be in the dark, thank God for the men and women who telescoped gods

Time in Space to show the light’s Way, middle road to Perdition’s obsolescence, “What It Is!”

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, FREEZEMBER 28th, 2019 Anno Domini (Year of the Lord) @ 00:01:00 AM PST

{ Po’ me...DRAFTED in a vacuum with a heavy debt owed to the master of my 208 bones & listenin’ to #Everlast #LonelyRoad & HITS in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/YGgiJgZ0ztg }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#GreenLight #KeepMovinOn @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #MightGoOutToCalifornia yup!

SO SHOWIN’ CIELO, MAN IS VOID

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 27, 2019

----------------  #SlowRideToNowhereSpecial ----------------

For absolutely no good reason at all, the time on Earth is an illusion of evolved, lame brains

Trusted by the DNA gods to randomly recombine to function as a unit of the herd, the steers

Hold on for dear life while you entertain a divine notion, so easy, it’s a black hole sun’s veins

We’re a strain of mind, full moon of what’s goin’ down in front of sightless eyes and deaf ears!

Educated in the languages of mankind from the first to the last, gibberish and wisdom all one

Same thing over and over again, ad infinitum in a vortex without any direction known, a sun

Black hole outside of your head or blinded by UV light, damaged rods and cones, your a bum

Sensation of the feeling of skin and bone to skin and bone, all that matters to deaf and dumb.

Whether you live a second as a zygote or a century, all is the same, it’s the Way of the human

To be or not to be is only a question to ask or answer when you don’t worry about us searchin’

Getting room & board for liberty, just because you’re born US of A clan, as aliens’ kiss the sky

Over borders, overstayed legal VISAs, bringin’ citizens of the good, old night-fire blaze, a Ray.

Without legs or the fleet feet to animate 208 bones’ locomotion, there’s still a will, a Cisco Kid

Power of the Will to create something impossible to exist for a time, here on the planet’s grid

Encompassing the zone of a third dimension, not just a flat two-dimensional DNA twist of Id

Lead you to the water, drink the life deeply, die in an unknown future shock moment, I did!

She loves me not and I don’t care about that much since I’m dead and gone to the world’s Id

Not one thing has become more than it was before this moment, nor will it in the next One

In fact, just speaking the words or in this case typing the words on a blank screen, it’s so blue

If I didn’t know better, I would conclude that my deductions are compelling, without you!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, FREEZEMBER 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:49 PM PST

{ chilled to the Grateful Dead 1977 - 2 hour & 57 minute #WarMemorial link @ https://youtu.be/iMliqjDjU_g }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

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

OCCULTLY PHENOMENOLOGICAL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 27, 2019

----------------  AVOID THE VOID  ---------------

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 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?