#OneElevenTwentyTwenty 1-11-2020 #NotEveryPictureTellsAStory

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ON BEING PLATO? I EAR YOU, POPS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 11, 2020

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This is the way it is, son, I know what I know and NOBODY knows more than I do, it’s pizazz

What I’ve got is a conscious thrust of the spur, deep into the ribs and a swift kicks in the ass

Broken souls and hearts mended in the alleys and backwoods of the Tundra, TNT holy sheets

With or without the blankets and the heater dog’s hot paws and belly full of sugar baby beets.

Utter desolation into the cloud 9 of the mercy and charity of the smiling fools of rolled Stones

Where round balls move around a table into holes, cue balls shot in a hall of forgotten bones

Why mothers conceived, why sisters and brothers killed one another, for the golden overkill

When you find out let me know, just get out alive, wipe away your tears, so be mad and chill.

Here’s the crossroads of love, here’s the signs that will signal the Way of the Warrior’s girls

Behind us in the safe place where angels fear to go, the daylight lasts a while & then it twirls

Madness and sanity without a place in space after the supernova First Cause returns to Mash

Dusted in cosmic menudo, peppered with unanswered ‘whys’ & ‘whos’ for the #Green stacks.

It doesn’t hurt much when you’re cut and bleeding to death, the heart ain’t pumpin’ the Air

Need the liquid iron and divine mix of instant Oneness and evolutionary Many full of Fear

Drawing the daily grind out of the deck of 52, rollin’ the bones for the snake’s eyes reward

It’s all in the wine, in the squeeze of the grapes, accidents are impossible, I will what it is!

You won’t know it until you believe it, hook, line and sinker, that is the Way, Mercy, Love is

There is no other way than the Void, it’s here now, a fronting of your microscopic brass balls

Super Ego in charge of the whole shebang, it ain’t my fault that it’s only this way, all my calls

Ignorance may be the way to handle Socratic ‘Truth,’ so be happy, Plato, just forget about it!

Begin the alpha of an original bang of star stuff with a forgotten memory never, never-landed

Because at the beginning before there was light, it was Darkness as it is now and will be then

When the lonesome road leads to the dust of the casket or urn, problems all solved, all’s dead

Space between your ears is where it All happens, how it All is, life’s here now, I got it, #Zazen.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday 1-11-2020 @ 6:66 AM PST

{ #SKOAL Bled out of the corpuscles and capillaries as the Northern Hemisphere bathed in the darkness of #CosmicMenudo & Marvin Gaye #ThatsTheWayLoveIs in an infinite loop with thrown kisses little darlin’ bonus link @ https://youtu.be/adt5pPzTSVQ }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GotEnoughYet #GetMoreThanYouThoughtYouCouldHandle #GetDown #WARtheBand #911 #DoIDoWhatYouDo @StevieWonder @AliciaKeyes

TRAILERS AT THE ORIGINS OF ILK*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 10, 2020

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When it comes and goes, you’ll know because it’s what you feel, not all your fake azz-jazz jive

A miracle that the road to heaven led to my front door in the middle of gale & thunderstorms

I was what I was and it’s not what you think, not apparent to the naked eyes of earthworms

DNA moves where it moves without a thought about me or you, nobody gets outta this alive!

No need or desire to make a comeback to where you never wanted to be, who wants to be sick

Yet here’s a tragedy in the middle of the comedy, you know it and I know it, this just has to be

Truth is everything is everything and it’s all right, no problems other than the last gasp of air

Bless my po’ heart, dead animal skins’ souls, wooden plastic sticks, golden drummer symbols.

Inventing everything that you don’t know out of Nothing but the inherited chicken scratch art

On the cave walls, out of the light of the day where everything disappears into the dusted part

Milky Way or just a Snickers or Three musketeers bar, to rot your sweet teeth to the core fate

Pulled away from the jaws of your early expiration, on the beach under palm trees and dates.

Always the faith in the unknown to satisfy all of the atheists and theists, thirsty and hungrier

Than the mothers and fathers who came before all of us who are here and now, pretombstone

Everybody may not have a stone, possibly at the worst, buried under Earthquake’s headstone

Ready, willing, able to be handicapped, given a micro-edge over the most prolific star’s scorer.

You can either bet your life on it or put your cash where your unshut trap is, no sky’s the limit

Space of infinity or microscopic invisibility, either way the matter and form becomes this, It

What it is, good, bad or ugly, possibly attractive to the need to squeeze a fake form of orgasm

Out or in of a moment of distribution of the atomic electronics, a case of divine mesmerism.

Boys and girls, settle down now kids, no need to call the Man or a mom you don’t know, Joe

Just immerse in free flowing rivers north or south of the equator, then go with the force flow

To the end of a place in space where it all goes in the end, oblivion it’s always been, hero flaw

What it was to be Man is the same as being a dead man, trailer begins, hot Jump Street draw!

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r j j stephan, i *Header is CAS at the tip top of the Seattle Space Needle in 2019 A.D. back from PrincessCruise to #Alaska ... OMG, she travels like a pro! <3 span=""> xoxo darlin’ <3 span=""> !

c. Friday, January 10th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Naturally cued and blasted while listenin’ to the PoynterSisters #JUMP - from the #SpaceNeedle? - on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/uyTVyCp7xrw }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SheDidntWriteMurder #SheWroteRedrum #Redrum #Redrum #Redrum #TheShining #CloudNineFine

RED-RUM ROAD, THAT’S HOW IT IS

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, January 9, 2020

- #GodOfDebris #LateHeavyBombardment #HotJupiters #GreatCaesarsGhost #NeptuneNeonMoon

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Wind, Earth and the Fire of the revolutionary friction and mortifying immortality of the sons

Gift from an inevitable Big Bang of matter to cause the energy used by nuclear colored skins

Lost electrons, neutrons and protons in the Void of the twilight zone’s polypeptide sequence

Still and at One goes an unmoved mover of everything, substance of the thing itself, essence.

I know nothing more than the professors and teachers taught, except everything on the web

Internet unknown to the fake fathers, priests of the blind faith, Chicago boys in an ocean ebb

Nothing but a great lake with holy water where you get dropped into the middle, cesspool jive

Uncle of my brother and sisters yet not mine, he’s lucky he remains a memory in the archive.

Wristwatch and the sundial keeps the shadow moving, darkness animated, in and out the sea

The Light is the main ingredient of the Thing we see and do, living for what it’s worth, Ashy t

Least of mankind’s worries on the planet and after death, yet all curious minds want to know

Kinfolk claim the deal is, Who the landlord is, whatever It is, it’s a UFO of Time’s Space, Bro

Dig, beatniks mothers and fathers, hippies grandchildren and the foreigners of a deep state

Unknown sons of bitc#es and daughters of bast@rds, on the take, all made men and women

Smokin’ savages when it comes right down to it, if you don’t slam on the brakes, you’ll crash

Metal to metal, faced loud bangs of steel ramming steel, roaming the herd, as an alpha male.

Weeds in the backyard and under the stairs that go down to the basement cellar, killin’ ‘em

Woke up in the News on TV, not knowing it was a setup from the get go, I’s a wanted man

Sons of bitc#es who evolved out of the petrie dish, Jennyfromtheblog, I mean #TheBlock

Known Acid of the cells, in the wishing wells of the living things that are plants and anima

Under debris of collapsed @HardRockNewOrleans, trapped under tons of Hard Rock signs

Anarchy is the least of humanity’s worries, look and listen for a silent coup d’etat, man sings

You can’t play me unless you know and like to lose to a red, hotrod in a 1/4 mile faked surge

You might be right or wrong but you’ve got to admit it’s as easy as pie, get down & y’all purge.

I want you to know little girl, grand daughter of the matrix, your 208 bones will be way gone

Soon enough from my broken hearts and soul searches for the cherished, a queen’s red pawn

Regardless of the path you tread with your heavy light loads, not a friend or enemy walkabout

Adam’s Eve cherished this, all too human, divine tragedy, subatomic comedy relief, no doubt!

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r j j stephan, i * #Murder spelled backward is #Redrum, re: #TheShining, #HeresJohnny }

c. Jeudi 9 janvier 2020 après-midi à 5 h 55, heure normale du Pacifique (PST)

{ Drafted jammin’ to a #TimeSpaceKillerHit, mighty Marvin Gaye’s #WhatsGoinOn https://youtu.be/r6jKE6YIxmc #IWantYou #mixedRemix youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yB3zkOqc6nI & Donny Hathaway #EverythingIsEverything link @ https://youtu.be/oUNz3A1cVus }

#BurnedBushFlameout

FINIS

W.W.AR.D.?