#HeavyTraffic #WynonasBigBrownBeaver #CaptainShiner @PRIMUS does rock y'all, eh?

AN EXECUTIVE’S ASSISTANCE SIGN

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 18, 2020

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It is the way that it is for a reason, it’s not your free choice nor my own, deep thrust concept

Analyzed from the original flagellate to the ova form of infinity, a perpetual charity precept

Consequences for the First Cause of the Big Bang, there is That, this here, that there of it all

Never intentional being a mean man or ignorant human being, yet I am what I am, Adam fell.

You know it and I know it from sea to shining sea, from the cinematic psychos of holly wood

Perfection in the test tube at the lab unleashed on the minions who strive for the music fraud

They get it now and then, the need to bleed for HIPPIES, GYPSIES, DREAMERS, AND ME

Prom night, marriage night, good night Irene and that is all there is, life on Earth’s a mystery.

All for One and One for All is the motto of not only three musketeers but also just a Cisco Kid

Trilogy of Logic, Reason & Nonsense in episodic dreams, birth, living & dead Egos of Ra’s Id

Women and men no different from one another, each to one’s own phantasm of mass-psyche

Followers of creeds, tower of Babelish linguistics of Vagabonds’ Words, retrograde 4th Reich.

There’s an imagination for certain, First Cause of the images inside the head, behind 3rd eyes

Cream of the dream is at the tip top of the realizations of consciousness’ awareness of on high

Below the function of a calculus’ abstraction from the ink of plants and animals’ gypsies of I

On the hunt for beauty to reproduce the need for immortality, rewarded with mortality flies.

If I were a fly on a wall at the first moment of conception, I’d hear the words, “Uh oh! Sheet!”

Then I became this thing typing right here and now, bleeding out an early AM 7-11 java donut

I know nothing, starting right there, calm your derriere down and chill for the punch line putt

Neither got a hole in one nor saw one but I’ve seen the tiny holes and tiny balls of God’s heat.

I’m referring to either the reader or someone the reader knows, mama & papa’s Hades’ Hehl

Bringing it all on home now, counting backward from a million point five, ready, set now go

Headed toward the finish line just by reversing 180 degrees, turning ‘round to the back-flow

Shape is Form tasted by light and sight, blinded beings know no form yet feel the odor, smell.

On this middle path found by accidental movement in a paradigm spherical cube, I am all in

You are all in as well but you won’t know that for the duration of your belief in after living life

Where nobody has ever gone when they die on Earth, not even one pope or high priest of Ra

Not one that’s One and at Peace with their Soul can go wrong, it is what it is, so, bla, bla, bla.

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r j j stephan, i { not #WynonasBigBrownBeaver though! I get it! }

c. Saturday, January 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to Primus.us #TalesFromThePunchbowl #SouthboundPachyderm on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yH3_H-E2Y0s }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#UpKracked @MarvinGaye #ThatsTheWayLoveIs @MaroonFive #Sugar #TheArchies

SUGA, C6H12O6 & THIS CAT’S FACE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 17, 2020

* AMEN, SO BE IT, SO BE ME, SO BE YOU, SO BE US *

You get what you get as soon as you can, diabetic days of sweetness’ assault by my #Wardogs

Take you from innocence to the machine that hydrates and bleeds for the sake of the #Hogs

What you see and what you say is what you get, blind men taught deaf and dumb hoodlums

Traded #TrickleDowns to poor folks who didn’t learn to read or analyze concepts in slums.

That’s the narrow way of love, the way it’s always been and the way it will be until days’ None

When it’s all gone some tomorrow, even the happiness and sorrow, the good, the bad and fun

Ugly is a matter of an evolutionary diversion to perfect the species for survival on Star’s Earth

Once it begins, planetary precession of orbital phenomena manifests, #BlackHole in a heart.

How long do I have? How long do you have, how long does this old heavy motherload's peak

Feel it deep down inside the rest of your life, your whole world is just this way, dead end week

Sure enough, sun rises in the East, sets in the West, regardless of your place on Earth Spaces

Harder as Hell at south and north poles, at a wobbling spin where a fake, frozen axis is & was.

Where it will be when the supernova occurs at some point in the orbital uncertainty principle

Is where I will be, you’ll be there too and all of the joy of the moments, here, now, shot to hell

It’s just fine, it’s alright, alright, alright, like it or not, it is the way it is, you’re privileged funk

One’s an itty, bitty broken-hearted matrix’ cloud of cosmic dust, Milky Way full of honkytonk.

Sugar came from the muck and mire that’s disintegrating into the emptiness, H2O of sublime

It’s a miracle that the living are not all dead, that they ever were created from nothing, lahime

Monkeys see and the monkeys do what they see, repeat ad infinitum, 1001 apes to show & tell

Follow the cracks in front of your face, in the herd that’s how it is, follow the cracks ‘til ya fall!

“Give me some sugar baby!” she said and he said nothing, just kissed the two lips squeezings

Conditional infinity as no more than an abstract concept, I analyzed happiness’ fake gladness

Everything’s everything and Nothing is the rest of It, it appears to be, an all too human blow

Game played, it’s all over, DNA’s a boy’s special & general relativity crutch, friends, let’s roll!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, January 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PSt

{ dialed into @MarvinGaye #ThatsTheWayLoveIs in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/p2R4CNHJrps 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.

#BlackHouse #WhiteUnderpriveleged #WelfareForNobody @JoeSatriani shreddin' the frets for the minions!

JUNK-CHIEFS O’ER MAUI CLIFFS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 16, 2020

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From the streets and alleys, side and backroads, boulevards and avenues of the 7 continents

Seven of them in the midst of random variation of the human DNA and its tiny constituents

Full Monty or just a naked beast of burden to clothe and keep clear of offensive odor scents

Everybody who has missed a shower for a day, two, three or four, the cats eat your corpses.

Navigator on the cruise or the battleship remains on 24/7 watch of the old men and the sea

Proprietor of the seven seas and seven continents, essence of being a stardusted, rocky scree

A complete three act saga of dramatic experience of violated innocence of orphans of a Zeus

Every living man and woman who were boys and girls, boom, was a fertilized ovum, a ruse.

Back off of the attitude that the minions find distasteful, bombshell to be seen but not heard

Inside of the armory with the artillery and munitions, it’s a strategic air command, los lobos

They lay on the pavement in the cities and the authorities allow the new sewers of the absurd

Who hangs around drunk, evil hobos on or off of the streets of America? Other junky hobos.

Certainly, there’s an uncertainty principle, a thought expression that’s the ‘x’ of the equation

The Unknown is everything that we don’t know, that’s an indubitable fact of life, a mortal sin

Meaning that from innocence there’s an infection of guilt passed on by the infected unworthy

Leeches who spell ‘live’ backwards, RNA viral microscopic infections, ‘evil’ with blinded faith.

Homeless men gathered up yesterday, streets and sidewalks cleared by all of the king’s men

Humpty Dumpty dudes and chicks who sat on walls, had a great falls, broke into my lion den

I am armed and dangerous but the bums and junkies don’t care, they will steal & leave dung

Who raised these adult human beings? Where did their holy mamas and papas come from?

Take a moment right now, since your attention has been arrested by the sheriff who I’d shot

I am the deputy who caught a ricochet shot off of the chrome-walled cylinder full of roof rats

There is a probability of being unconscious while being awake and faking the role of a robot

Junk sinks to the sand undersea, wisdom of dead sea scrolls of rolled bones, y’all overshot?

Thought you’d believe in blind faith that your personality/spirit lives after/before a body dies

You won’t care that you’re not immortal until the Time in Space turns into a body of superflys

It’s no butcher shop where you give your number up to someone else, kick the horse, giddyup

You gotta give up the junk you’ve got because you’re a rube and the upper crust of a solo cup.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, January 16, Twenty Twenty Anno Domini

{ Drafted in a box of cubic inches and millimeters while listening to HITS of @CannedHeat on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fntMNNW0nYE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?