#StatusQuo #QuidProQuo @YoMama @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #FortuneTellerLies #JoeSatriani #JackieGreene #DontLetTheDevilTakeYourMInd #JustWalkOnWaterInABoat

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CHECK YOUR GIG LINE, SAILOR!

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Wednesday, January 1, 2020

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Now and then a man’s gotta watch a football game and some beer and whiskey commercials

With or without you, it’s gonna come up one way or the other, the dream in the dream ends

Not because of the Will to Power ending but to the air breather failing to replenish the gases

Required to be or not to be due to the First Cause being the thing itself, a being as such, ass!

Now and then a woman’s gotta recapitulate the complimentary existence, dependence on Pa

Not ma but pa, without whose seminal essence it would’t have been possible to conceive Ma

Neither the sky’s imaginary color to the eye of the beholder nor the purpose of your life quest

Rockin’ and rollin’ down the highway or staying put in one place, country of Best of the Best.

Human culture and civilization on the stage of the apparent appropriation of a conscious con

First Cause being an accidental emergence of living matter, in or out of a Black Hole horizon

Regardless of your or my own intent regarding the way that Things Should Be, it’s a moot hit

Nowhere will the bull’s eye ever hit the dead end Singularity with the might of Hercules’ chit.

Gods won’t be present in the future nor were any even on planet Earth for a moment of Past

History records the mental problems of the historians and philosophers, Magician and Priest

Punks descended into the ghetto on down the line form the Work, the Chore, the Struggle It

From First Cause to the Final Flight of atomic nuclei, at the pleasure of the royal flush exit!

In the eddy you never know where you’re goin’ once your mind is thrown into a tizzy of wind

Around in a circle of infinity, driven with nuclear fusion and fission, no regard for The Hand

Burnt to a crisp epidermal wrap of muscles, sinews, organs and bones, an Aunt Gert spirit job

Beyond good and evil, where angels fear to go, that’s where I’ll be, on a gig-line, yo’ #JibJab!

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r j j stephan, i

c. WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 1st, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted contemplating Reality & the lack thereof & jammin’ to Joe Satriani #Strange on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kzRh4oDrMEs & STILL ringin' from LIVE @JackieGreene last night at the #CrestTheater, here's what ya missed link @  }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PODCASTED #liveNotlive #HappiestOfNewYear2020AD #ItMeansNothingToAnybody #DeadAndGoneInUtero #ShipAhoyMothers

 

...some of my folks from 1957 or so...my godfather Antonio Alfano marriage to my Aunt Betty!!

 

LONGTIME NOSEE, UKRAINE CANE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 31, 2019

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Well, it’s time for another short flight to look for my daily carrion, #Everybird’s in the city

I’ve got a family to feed, they’re growing hungry and want to escape the nest, fly the coup

Where the good and the bad never come but always in wait of the innocent city without pity

I swoop and snag, whatever is moving, running, walking, crawling, swimming, I will poop!

Just a flying transformer of life’s matter and form into the shredded cells of Earth soil of me

Coming or going underground or into outer atmospheres below Voidness, Nothing’s all done

Uphill & downhill from the ground of inheritance, DNA accidental bash of my Will to Power

God is every animated or inanimate object with acid of the stars trippin’ here, Adam at One.

Your fate is my own, being creative about the answers given to the youngsters is beyond Good

Truth is the reality of life and death, we’ll come and go without a concert, on morgue slab-ice

Eyes wide open with apparent emotional distress at seeing the Truth, a frightening incipience

Wisdom of Nature, of mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends, enemies, God is good Food.

Of the eagle’s carrion, the skulls and bones of society is no secret, you’ve magic spell’s 1 Word

On the trip of your life, thank you to the powers who raised you from a seed to this Eagle bird

Nothing eats me because the taste of my meat is disturbingly inedible, even the hungry gag it

Everything is everything, that is Truth nobody will deny, mortal beings eat up immortal chit.

Wicked, in the throes of last days of mortal Life, kicking, screaming for a shortcut out of love

The skin and bones you’re in, your soul, your invisible spirit nobody ever sees with their teats

Get the yo ho ho and the bottle of 151 rum gettin’ down the dry throat, I require asses in seats

Down below here, tripped over a curb, a maroon in heavy traffic, “I” am all of the dead above!

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r j j stephan, i *

c. FREEZEMBER 31st, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Inhaled #WORD before the morning light so you could choke on them when the solar heat hits us after a 93 million mile trip out of nowhere & listening to the #MightyOjays The OJays Guest House #ShipAhoy & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9-LuNJXFGTU }

*HAPPY NEW YEAR 2020

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StretchEsther #DiveOrGetOffTheBoard #NuclearPulsesToMars #WhereIsMinervaNowEuropa

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FATE OF NEON MOONS, STAR BONE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 30, 2019

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Impressions of the First Cause of the miraculous we search for, to erupt lava outta my Time

Because the Space is really What It Is, that is the entire nut inside the shell, a good dam slime

Without It, the crush of Love and Hate would not have a historical record, night of a godseye

Nowhere Ego to go ‘cept ‘round in infinite circles of square-triangles, a hexagram ID display.

Watch the sun dial up the shadow movement of Infinity, how much gold’s supernovaed lead?

From the Big Bang you’ve never seen nor heard the sound, just the words of flies on the walls

In the light it is so bright that the cones and rods of the eyeballs of mankind murdered, dead

Eerily inside your head now, as it’s always been ‘cept now, awakened to be, humanity’s bawls.

Mama used to ask me who died and left me the boss. I always responded with silence in kind

I could not tell my mother that her will to conceive a baby got me here in H2O, a goddess sea

As a god’s son, I am the man who inherited the will and hearts of my ancestors who lost mind

Of mice and men, blind faith believers, MA Earth breathers, I am a UFO’s fallacious fantasy.

It is the substance of the First Cause that needs to be identified to assign blame to the fiasco

This struggle for survival between competing DNA bags of edible meat and bones’ anthropo

I and we all come together crossing the line from One to Many and reverse engineer all of me

Toe to halo above the 1200 cc’s more than grey matter with a fundamental flaw, a honeybee!

Signals of hands and the facial musculature have an evolutionary power to be at War & Peace

If the territory is occupied, it needs to be reoccupied by DNA bags who Will to Be, the Ceased

They cannot succeed yet they attempt doomed journeys, unmoved mover full of the Goldcum

Nothing and nobody left over after the Singularity returns to its pristine condition, a vacuum!

I am an unmanned mission which will not fail, traveling without the 208 bones of my fathers

Mama Earth was so kind to allow my immersion in the mud, blood and the beer of mothers

It meant that everything was everything and nothing is and will be nothing, a God’s anomaly

Spaced deep purple, just a #Rippled #BlueMoon doowop, a Rosetta-stoned, great dead sea!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, FREEZEMBER 30TH, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Brooks & Dunn #NeonMoon & #hits @ https://youtu.be/Ptq6zdNT_20 & the #FutureOfSpaceTravel @ https://youtu.be/Tomiamd1cu8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?