#YouGotTheMusicInYouToo #YouGottaPullThrough #AintGotNoTimeInTheWorld

LAID & GOT THE MUSIC YOU GAVE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 26, 2020

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Open up the emptiness of the thing itself, you will find nothing like what you see in a mirror

It’s everything else in every other real world that doesn’t matter, find WAY through the door

Not only do you not know there’s a door right there in your own mind, in your head, but well

There’s a dreamer’s disease, like it or not, the Truth was told, a Lie offered, rung hell’s bell?

I fell from grace with the powers that be not even knowing that they existed, I mean, late calls

Neither here nor there yet able to influence random occurrences action, intended serendipity

But that is only because you don’t hear the music inside of you when it’s stirring up the balls

Reasons to live to give and get back all you give to the whole shebang, cosmic, chronic, free.

Everything from the alphabet to grammar, spelling, phonics and a logical deductive reason

It’s all about the language talking about the things inside and outside of the human minds

Each and every one only a piece of the starshine comin’ from 93 million miles from big sun

If certain things are true about the nature of this beast called man, then bend over to kiss it!

Why don’t you kiss it? No morals or red lips, nothing left to do except pucker up, kiss THIS!

Goodbye now, we’re through, see ya on the rebound, you are worried about your death pang

It hurts whether it’s shared with a friend or associate but it doesn’t matter, living evens it up

Success with the beginning from just an idea, a thought about an orgasm moment, in a cup.

Next thing anybody knows, from a moment of random recombination of genetic fizz, I come

From the bowels of the machine I am both within and without control of the causes’ effects

As what was at first nowhere in sight, I speak from the pre-ovum state, cracked your ass-in

What in the intercourse of horses are doin’ tryin’ to fool me into a false sense of loving sin.

Dreamin’ of laughing until I cry all night long, found the light in your eyes, music’s scars you

You got it, don’t let it go, don’t blame me for the reasons you think you got what I give, Nope!

That ain’t it, give it to me now, I don’t care if you don’t give it to me ever again, hang on rope

Found the music in Me, it wasn’t just inside of you, you got yours, I got a reason to live too!

Hit the telephone pole in the alley on on a Harley because I had the dreamer’s disease, yup

Laughin’ now until I start to cry in the darkness, as my dreams lie dying, the music remains

I hear it in my head, says I got what I gave, I gave it all and I got everything, it was everything

In the crowd there’s a miracle waiting to transubstantiate into One’s Soul, then THEY CRY!

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 10:10 AM PST

{ Created after crash landing on the twelfth moon of Jupiter while being distracted by blasting Newrad #YouGotTheMusicInYou #WeOnlyGotWhatWeGive #GiveItToMeNow link @ https://youtu.be/DL7-CKirWZE }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#LivingInAMateriallyFunkyWorld @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

UNHOLY, MUSE OF FIELD THEORY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 26, 2020

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One is taken aback with the words being both read and understood in a context of daddy’s Id

Where everything is indeed, everything and nothing is a certainty in search of the Cisco Kid

Where you come from makes no difference, not an iota of reason why we’re the shape-Forms

Matter in atomic bits and pieces of charm, a thing itself as a philosopher knows love’s worms.

Recollection of what will never be, what you and all of the angels wanted to be, a demon seed

With a mighty will power to create somethings from the sweet nothings, until they’re all freed

She’s gone and he’s gone, as an anthropomorphic consolation to be a booby prize of a breeze

A monopoly of both the wealth and the poverty of existence, coast to coasts across seven seas.

Many clues for perusal at the leisure of the apes who care why they’re spinnin’ mortality’s sin

In violation of Laws of 1st Cause’s effects, an argument exists, that Life’s a perpetual function

Of all atomic matter in any form’s shape of star dust, with or without the love we have, AGOG

It will be OK and it won’t matter once you get a last blink and turn off the lights of my BLOG.

For the sake of filling up the dead air between the poets and masons’ rock-gemstone freedom

Will has everything to do with causes’ effects, control The Will and rough diamonds will come

Time to time, in the living space you call home or away from It, gravitational collapsed souls

Wishing it wasn’t that way will never change sex’s Big Bang, Pulsars, Dwarfs or Black Holes.

Lyrics and notes of songs unsung, unwritten, inconceivable microdots of the trips you tripped

Changed your and your kin’s DNA forever, mutated divine DNA, angels’ fear, double-dipped

Darkness without possibility of parole, improbable while you read this Word, poof, no today

Immense space between ears and betwixt galaxies that boogie-woogie my Jersey rock-a-way.

Dancin’ in light or in darkness matters to nobody but You, You are all there is, It’s old school

If you allow vile, evil, live thoughts of cry babies to influence your life, a six gun will be done

Spread to the suckers of liberty and freedom, given from General Washington to Grant, who?

Yeah, I get it, you be doin’ yo’ thang, Love misses your lamenting rap of mommy’s drool, fool.

No comments, I’m serious, I’ve nothing further to say other than God is chaos’ finale repartee

All that’s left is the War I leave in my wake, a gravitational collapse of the underwater salt silt

Stardust meant for the Singularity’s stretch of a vicious Atom’s holy Eve of destruction today

From down under to the tip top of where I was and will be, I Just Love Skulls I’m #TheKilled!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Cryptic analysis in audio form and without prejudice, predicated on 20 minutes of uncut Isaac Hayes #DoingYoThing link @ https://youtu.be/G_RhJuh7VWs }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#EventHorizon #OnTheMindsOfMatter #ForTheLoveOfSuperGods

BUSTED DOWN, CRYIN’, ON BEING A FOOL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 25, 2020

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You and the city disappeared from the face of Earth, a place in Space cut into ‘holier’ earlobes

Could not hear the natural beauty everywhere in sight, needed two holy ears full of my probes

From the existence of the predators to the demise of the prey, marinating protein-DNA bones

Mincing the meat into the power to move the thing itself, 208 bones of refused essence tones.

On the floor or in the bed, dreaming while you walk about the ground of being is the It, It Is

That is everything that is everything, no free choice in the matter of essence, God’s cosmic tea

What it all comes down to is that you know a little more than nothing, uneducated guessing

I am what I see in the looking glass before falling down an empty, black hole full of blown It.

Inside the stars’ black blanket, a black board of voidness without any soul, Nothing’s matrix

Infinity’s unlike the things themselves here in the finite world, I come and go with cool tricks

Priests and doctors cannot fix the death that breaths your air, looking in through the outcries

My mother, my father, my sisters and brothers, have no faith in Nothing yet, It is all there Is.

Found my teeth still in my mouth, behind my lips’ gnashed microcosmic kiss of atomic fusion

Imagine a speck of you and you are dust in the wind, nowhere to go, nothing to do, just to Be

One with the Many split atoms from solar fission, fusion, an event horizon Singularity creed

Montana to Florida, Spain to China, North Pole to Antarctica and Nome, Dead Dream-Free!

Power and weakness are one and the same feature of the thing itself, particle physics of soul

What It is, nobody knows, blind faith in the high crimes and misdemeanors of house moles

Coming in from the outside of the container, the intent is to mesmerize the psyche’s drunks

Forcing the Super Ego to regurgitate the personality your parents left over, a menudo of funk.

Are you with me now? Stay right there, sit quietly, stop thinking ‘bout yesterday & 2 ‘morrow

Right here and right now in this Presence of Being, This is the Prize for being a concept blow

From benign, vacuumed cosmic dust we come outta nowhere full of nonsense, ad infinitum

One full stop, out of gas, windless, motionless, awareness’ black hole thing, here, now, me!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Janvier 25th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Drafted out of the Void @ 3 AM, it took ‘bout an hour to bleed-out without a link to #SuperIntelligence re-formed Form & Matter @ https://youtu.be/mg7netw1JuM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?