#NuclearMissiles @ApocolypseLater #DustThisBroom @ZZTop @MilesDavis & MOI

I DISRESPECT, THIS PILE OF DUSTY

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, January 19, 2020

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I’ve got a bone to pick with you and this ain’t no party, it ain’t no barbecue picnic, it’s blown

You have been allowed to run rampant through the concrete jungle and the donut holy hehl

Ladies and men don’t count in this levy of taxes for the things that breathe, ring a cowbell?

What comes before, what comes after the being you and I are, Man, disrespected Unknown!

Free and easy or in chain gangs of men and women who carry the burden, the mother’s lode

Of Gold, Silver, of Platinum, Iron and Steel, the ponies run around in circles, all my eyes’ face

For no reason at all, spontaneous combustion happens to the best of atoms and cells of bones

Prick balloons full of hot air, sit back in rockin’ chairs, wait for the final doze daze, into Space.

Rocked the face of the gods and demons for what it was worth, here to overturn the apple cart

Rotten apples make great apple pies for the diners on the side of the freeways and interstates

Angels fear to drive there on I-5 and the 405 where demons thrive on wasted, whiskey spirits

Gold dust within a charade of atomic events, quark of a God, a perfect punk, #CornPop phart.

Generals talk and a men emerge into One, dignity and respect mean nothing without the toys

Survive and be the best human, grandparents thought you could be, king or queen love blow

From an ovum and the intent of random collisions with the DNA left over by Big Banger Boys

If and only if you comprehend Nature, Beasts and the creator, THEN you’re incommunicado.

Baby girls dreaming of big boys, big daddies to bring home the bacon or not, just being alone

Without the baby boys who don’t know where they are or what they want, rolling a baby bone

All 208 of them from the first breath under the sun, out of the darkness’ holy, hot explosions

Ends of dreams comes before you even knew it was subliminal, who #Googled the life I’m in?

Search engine manipulation of cyber-libraries of the world, empty, uncracked books I loose

Lions ate my homework teacher! I did the work, I showed my work, got loose from the noose

Pricks of the pins and holes of the emptiness where beards are shaved and hair is overgrown

I’m not who you think I am or was, unidentified and behind my mind’s eyeshades, my 6 gun.

It covers my 6, it covers your 6 and if not for the bravery of lookin’ death in the eye, we’d die

Circumstances being given to you and I as a matter of accidental coincidence, death gets high

Way up there over the clouds into the deep, dark black, empty space between blown asteroids

Utter nonsense in philosophical jargon, Life is a flow of bloody water, we’re the hemorrhoids!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier 19th, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ Drafted in defiance of a divine comedy inherited from your mama AND jammin’ to the holy, silence of MilesDavis & John Coltrane @https://youtu.be/k7zBmDSSwZk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.