#BornToSlitherAndRock #ThatsHowItIs #MadnessSadness & @MarvinGaye

AN AHA, A NARROW WAY TO FEAR?
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 14, 2020

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Once upon a time, an itty, bitty boy with innocence and a need to know the Truth, all of It, All

Through training on the A-train, never all-in on the unholy functions of the Cosmic Soup Sea

Space outside Earth with neither trace of Love nor Hate, just a looped train, Bad Smell orbit

Or oval or just a train on elevated tracks about the city in a Loop, pain in the Michigan shyte.

Tears ran with the sewage of the blood and sweat, love turned to sorrow ad infinitum, so sad

But you know it’s not your personal fault, just your ancestors’ inheritance from a god of bad

Leaving the good and ugly to fend for themselves without disturbance from all negative vibes

In music and philosophy of existence and a metaphysics of empty vacuum theories, g-bribes.

Superwoman, superman, there ain’t even One, never was and never will be a DNAcid atrophy

Nothing is immortal and if anything is immortal then it’s an unknown concept, pseudo-entity

Processing the data as a computer might, with logic and reason, no passion or dog in the hunt

Slaves owned by masters who might terminate the existence of themselves and a tribal bunt.

In the US of the A’s, that’s how it is when you’re four or five and housed by the dead end kids

Wild when they were young, thrown into battles in wars, watched death with innocent eyes

Turned the gold back into the lead of the ground, the substance of meaning, what it’s all ‘bout

I know just what you’re goin’ through now, without a lick of meaning, the Way of Love’s out!

Glad to be here for a moment, accidental solar, black hole, residue of The Plethora’s elliptical

Overdue commitments to fulfill now being rectified by the powers that Be, you and me, US

To the squares and the cubes in the third dimension of Time, here in the Void of head cheese

Here today and gone tomorrow, madness of universal logarithms, a grateful, deadhead bell?

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r j j stephan, i *-header is ME ‘bout 54 years ago, innocence! LOLs MY favorite! #HowItIs!

c.   Mardi, Janvier 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Jammed out of the ether this AM, loopin’ Marvin Gaye #ThatsTheWayLoveIs ‘cause I felt that I ain’t got no friends, sentenced to uncertainty in the infinitude of a Facebook Punsters Asylum & COERCED to listen AND memorize the tuneage, “I did all the legwork, therefore, I am,” a link @ https://youtu.be/p2R4CNHJrps & A #TRAMP bone-US below by the #Uniques }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StrippersNeedBoyfriendsToo #ArmstrongAndGettyRock #RippedByXRayAndCosmicDust

xRAYS, COSMIC DUST & WISDOM
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 13, 2020

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Paid nothing for this, educated by my grandfathers and grandmothers children, enculturated

Homo Sapiens inherited the luck of the draw, the babies given to orphanages or convent of Id

Where the egocentric man-boys form a gang of a dirty dozen or three, rules the world of gold

Inside of your cardboard box with headphone/earbuds blockin’ out the footsteps and tire roll.

Lighthouses a twinkle of shining stars into the wild, dark night’s liberty, a #1 hit song to sing

For being in a place in Space at a specific Time in Pleasure and Pain both enjoyed it, suffering

Fear of Death and gravitational attraction derived from First Move of the Earth, orbit of love

Nothing lasts forever and forever lasts longer than that, infinity of the proverbial ghost above.

Out of the fountain by Michigan’s lake, I’ve become jaded by the sheer genius of the he-Man

Showing the ignorant the way to the wise power, leading to the unsuccessful din of Peter Pan

Oh no, we’re all gonna die, hum dump fell off a brick/rock/China wall, broke up in smidgens

From the yoke of DNA smart enough to climb an electronic wall full of electrocution of aliens.

If you are born and raised inside of a dark cave without live, you won’t need eyes to see The It

Something unknown becomes a feeling, not a vision to the psycho-social mind trust of my Id

Coming into plethoras past a singularity stretch of DNA quarks, #Cornpop’s hair n’ spareribs

Perfection of one’s own imaginary philosophy of existence, bygones and mitochondrial webs.

Cast aspersions at the way of the middle path at your own peril, look over the precipice of me

Who you are and were is not who you’ll be at the final termination of your moves of the godly

Earth spins, gives an impression of light and dark, egg-triggered mortality, blind faith screes

A bitter taste, pungent smell, hard to say, acidic or alkaline, stardirt god’s a dirty, holy freeze!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Janvier 13, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Released the hounds, edited by the tortoise editorial staff of random #botsOfFB & listenin’ to the scree of the #HornyTortoises on The Facebook Church of Armstrong and Getty a flamethrower Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST link  Armstrong And Getty Radio Talk Show #LightInTheDark

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FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#UnderATon Window @TowerOfPower #BozJazz #ColderThanDiamondIce

HERE & NOW, A CRYPTIC COLDCUT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 12, 2020

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Cookie cutters never hurt the dough they cut into the shapes and forms, it’s all this GD funk

Here today not tomorrow, like it or not, joy turns to sorrow whether good or bad, ship’s sunk

In the Overton window, you’ve seen what will be in revolution of a thousand bums, it’s a sign

Pestering your grandma and making your grandpa laugh is derriere off, made him live to 99.

Broken bones and sore muscles ripped to shreds in a aeronautical crash into the moon rocks

Got no friends and the whole world crashed down on your noggin, full throttle pedal to metal

Hurt by love, got all the best of me, then like a phoenix I rose from the smoke and ash to cielo

Left this and that behind, grounded where it began, in the Void’s muck, I suck the air I blow.

OK, mom and pop have left the Earth and put this heavy load into my mind, trained by p0pes

Cardinals and bishops who never learned to play chess, they’re in check for their mortal lives

Impeccable though I am, I care about evolutionary flaws of the victims of love, Mama’s babes

Rolling stones and all of that jazz that comes out of the air, the plugs and wires, pitcher saves.

I am Oh for Three in the Trinity, I walk down lonesome roads with heavy loads, I am the One

Nothing in the Many would ever allow the Truth to be known, that you and I are having fun

Be that as it may, woe betide you, don’t let the roads get the best of you, follow a middle fork

Something you will recover here, recollection of your generation from naught but a tiny dork!

Why? Give me a reason, good or bad for the Facts of Life, never told by some who had death

By the throat, chokin’ all of the life out of the rocks and muck and mire, it’s what a man seeith

Lookin’ around while blinded by the starlight of the sun’s blown atoms, roads and paths gone

Standin’ still and able to see 360 degrees around the circles and squares, a triangulated song.

Morning morons and idiots never sleep and never dream, I am not one but I know them all

A thousand times I’ve walked the steps from the foundation’s ground of being to the hilt call

Path blocked, sound off, lights off, never born, never died, the amorphous thing itself, I am

Tears wiped away, crying rivers terminated, joy and sorrow done gone, I shot & ate the ram.

Last supper, last lunch or the fastest of breaks, two minute walk time, eleven of fifteen is It

All you and I will ever get from the powers that be, wobble, spin, fly in elliptical, finite orbit

Ending the trip another time won’t matter much, a supernova never killed anything ya punk

Only the anaerobic breath’s gotta go, pretenders & material girls in a world of my silk Funk.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Copped out of the original divine gibberish swimmin’ in the menudo of roads to Hades, jacked-up on StevieWonder #BoogieOnReggaeWoman @ https://youtu.be/ylQMhYqSntk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?