P H I L O S O P H I A

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

#PasteOnThePasties #FallinInLoveWithMeAndYou #NewYork2California #OneWayTrip

CRACKIN’ UP, PINK’S THE YOKE? *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 22, 2020

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Terrible twos have little to do with the “Ready-To-Freeze” seventies, brave men do fear it all

Where the rubber met the road and the fission of the atoms split the wishbone in two or tree

That’s terminology for “Three” the way my pops used to say it, high schooler vet, be the ball

He got the music into me when I was a lad of seven, my grandpa made my dad save it, Free!

He said everything’d be OK in the end, I passed it on with old, #BlindFaith committed to Zen

To be or not to be, every minute of every day, ‘cause we only get back what we give, a godsend

The Time in Space is a gift from the gods or the Void or just a dream inside your teeny noggin

Miracle that the causes and effects are still doing what they do, making mortal life like fishin’.

Wake up, smell the coffee, if there’s any left, make a whole pot if it’s all gone, I need a miracle

It’s the Cause I conceive and implement from origin to the destination, it cannot be a debacle

This all has a reason to be here, this life, family, friends, orphans, inmates, enemies in a farce

Crying, whining and complaining about LIFE, reason to live while it’s kickin’ your punk arse.

Pitter and patter the sound at the end of the day sounds like winding the clock down to zero

Nothing left when the Time is up, nothing left after a final tick and tock of the cuckoo O’clock

Poking fun at the priests and pastors and preachers who are much more holy than fear I blow

Amorphous yet amorous to Ones who appear alike and deadly to be the Many I’ll never know.

Thinking monkeys, apes, primates climbing up trees, hiding in caves, swimmin’ with the fish

In the ocean, lakes and rivers that stream in full cinemascope, in the style of Salvidor Dali-sh

Mighty muscles to lift planets into variable vibration levels of blown atoms, black eggs’ gods

Allstars jacked and movin’ around, it is all there is to each one, rhythmic harmony of Ga, ova.

r j j stephan, i *Got A Reason To Live! You?

c. Mercredi, Janvier 22nd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #FirstCuts from #MaybeYouBeenBrainwashedToo by #TheNewRadicals 1,2,3,4... on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/puObTL3awB0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

#BaFongoo #ImmediateSuspension #YoureOutOfHere #BeTheBlues #EventHorizon @VanAllynBelt

54 GAMES, WON ALL, LOST NONE

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 21, 2020

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I have picked every winner in every @Superbowl from 1966 to 2019, won’t waste 2020 on me

Not because I want to lose, it’s just because I am betting my ace high full house on it, too high

If I lose, I start paying a mortgage again, if I win, I move to Hawaii, buy a condo on a blue sea

Of course you know that I’m all too human, with a dream that I had all in my own mind’s eye.

Just a moment while I scramble the matter and energy within the shape of the nothing I am

It won’t take very long, energy being a matter of Time in Space, random collisions, a flim flam

Imaginary functions of living for any reason other than to consume & convert x’s & o’s to fun

For no other reason than just because, that’s all of it, no revelation of a prize for being a One.

Amazing PhD’s putting the fear of Zeus back into the empty void of grateful deadhead grads

Masters of a gift to analyze concepts and induce or deduce rational conclusions, viable triads

On being a piece of the whole thing, it appears that’s all there is, it’s all you’ll get in eternity

Nothing personal between you and I and the darkness outside Earth, we’re God, we’re pretty!

Now, we’re goin’ way back to the 1960’s when I was in a high school I hated to be in, flunked

Both junior and senior year spent in summer school brushing up on American and English lit

Amazing that I got A’s in summer schools yet F’s in the regular school year of priestly revere

I graduated summa cum laude and the Nam war took me away, KIA on the battlefield here.

Sneeze and cough your way out of papa’s brand new bag, paper or plastic, wasted eye candy

Old songs from the teeny boppers, the beatniks and hippies and their minions, sung so dandy

Meaning and purpose delayed until the foresight becomes literally the hindsight’s savior king

Nobody knows on Earth can repeat the Super Bowl LIV win, #GameFace, almost a Will thing.

r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, January 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #SuperIntelligence on a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VL9bpCjazT4 & afterward listenin’ to #CosmicEnergy: Cold Sparks to Black Holes link @ https://youtu.be/0lTbQ4nPFjg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThereIsNoFirstTimeForOneThing #OneMoreThing #ThisIsAHoldUp #DropYourWeapons #AstonishMeOrElse #HundredBillionTrillionTimesOurSize #ProductOfTheVoidness @HEART #EvenItUp

HER STOCKINGS’ FOOL, EVEN ZERO

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 21, 2020

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Not Zorro but a zero, I got the memo, notes from the hinterland have landed in my purview

To see what you get before you get it, is the peace de la resistance, a rested-up shebang glow

Where your mama and daddy left you out in the cold, revelation ‘bout divine orgasmical US

We don’t care much anymore, disgust has overtaken the laundered money train’s magic bus.

It ain’t a metro or a greyhound, no cosmic medicine for an invisible, empty set of nihilism

Once you flip the switch and turn on the movement of the First Cause, it rolls on the chism

Nothing but the Chicago isms left over, I call them my inner chism, a word, a name for bliss

Always the other when it’s all OFF, I’m always ON at that Time in my personal Space’s fizz.

Was a punk because if I wasn’t the bullies would have punked me, city of sins and holy smells

Odor scents of blood from stockyards covered up the murder One, streets’ reverse flow swells

Where the garbage is refused to the rear of the housing, dumpsters ready for windy city wires

Molecular and atomic structures in forms ready to be dissolved into the muck, mire and fires.

Organizational maintenance be damned, chaos is the only way to be a fool for your stockings

Black netted, from the floor up to #here, my hand waves over my head, legs from rock-kings

Can’t wait to see eternity and the things themselves presented to naked eyes to see a holy sun

Married, engaged, betrothed, goin’ steady with One and only one, now until...I shot a 6 gun.

Hold it right there, looky here now, wrap your head around this, let it sink into empty minds

Where the darkness controls the entity that moves on points, lines, shapes, sizes I can’t find

In the emptiness beside and between the things that exist, things I can see and feel, I can eat

Consummation of the feast of life, a celebration of the marriage between the body-soul meat.

On a T-bone or some dead skin cells with the DNA to be as it’s always been, grounded, caput

Where’d your brothers, sisters and friends go the day they died? Into the Void’s ethereal cup

Are you ready to go? Are you prepared for the Unknown to show you the Way, mid-finger up

Counted your assets and debits, married to the mob’s nuclear family, godfather’s Will’s afoot.

Up, up and away from the stoned ground you know, like a spaceman goin’ crazy, as unknown

Outerspace nothing but innerspaced everything else, jewels from mothers and fathers blown

Fool for your stockings, if you’re listenin’ or not, yours not your girlfriends, I ain’t your Mama

Awaitin’ a return to sender, dreams all end in a moment, got #Wokeboned, Holy See, a Papa!

r j j stephan, i { *HEADER is Carol Ann & I in a embrace. Status - Main Squeeze! }

c. Mardi, Janvier 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to the #FlipTheSwitch TheStones The Rolling Stones on the homemade video I made many years ago when the internet 1st began, back in the olden days, early 21st century, here’s a link to MY SELF-PRODUCED NONSENSE (last century), entitled, “EXTINCTION of SPECIES” on the youTube link @ https://t.co/VE5StxY2lU?amp=1 }