#IsThisMusicInYouOrNot #SUPERBOWLSaturday

FEBRUARY, SPELL IT RIGHT LEFTY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 1, 2020

- - EGOISTIC GNOSTIC PLATO- -

Jig was up about a hundred years ago, back in the days of grandma and grandpa depressions

Of the men and the rats who ran the streets in the alleys full of trash and the men who pick it

Highly paid for takin’ the trash to the dump for the minions to crawl about and find the gems

Thrown out accidentally, white trash and brown grounds and black ashen dust of her hymns.

God had no loins, that’s why we’re here to show off the creation of flesh and bone from Space

Matter in the hands of nobody you know, occult, magical effects from spells of a wizard’s face

Crumbled bones, dried up blood ready to be wet and flowing once again, dead but never gone

What moves you, moves us all remains alive when you die, it’s a tour de force, all too human.

Now in this presence of Time in this Space, recollection is everything, never forget the Truths

Cause is One First movement in the middle of nowhere, inside of the cosmic egg of a dark Ho

Hard to get in and easy to get out, that’s the way love is baby, narrow way it’s always been too

Fathers of mothers who make sisters and brothers from just a shot in the darkness of Fruits.

In the garden of Eden I had a thought, I was hungry for food to move through my upper GI

Tract of my beer and pretzels, mustard, catsup, pickles, lettuce, tomatoes, Super Bowl Brie

Dips into the gullys of the chips and celery sticks, cream of the dill or the garlic bulbs, I win

Bet on it, the team that wins has the realm of football gods above, y’all promised to Star in.

It’s over when it’s over, it’s said by many since grandma’s hands tucked me into a revolution

Rapid pace of days & nights, increasing the gods’ fizz, darkness overwhelms cosmic sloe-gin

We run, we walk, we crawl and we roll slow or fast when we step on the gas, burn mortal sin

From Hell-fire, Super Bowl Holes & White Dwarfs come divinity’s bet, holy defecate, I win!

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 1st, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55:55 AM PST

{ Drafted #SuperBowlXIV Saturday before the Light of Dawn spun into my window while listenin’ to #GrandmasHand by Everlast on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FearAintHere #DreamsAreDyingInTimeAndSpace

GOD’S DAMS & GRAMMA'S HANDS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 31, 2020

---------------- #BabyStepSOS  ------------------

Y’all know what y’all can do with this bowl of mean and ferocious men who want to win It

What It is is an unknown, it comes and goes with the annual wind of change, nobody’s fit

All unfit for the trip around the world’s presence of being, evolutionary trip around a star

Burning the hydrogen and oxygen and pollution into the vague, amorphous Void of Dada.

Features of the creatures who worship their only option as a creator, whatever is #Ups

Never, ever what is down under the ground to the open-fire center of the planet’s crust

Nobody knows anything about the reason for being but these holy hominids think of It

Miraculous beyond a wild thought of being in a SuperNova or a starburst’s Singularity.

I’m no Einstein or Kant nor Socrates or Plato but I’m alive and they are not, trump fans

In the game of life they lived and said their piece of this #TooMuchTime on the hands

Grandma’s hands and grandpa’s sweat and tears put me right here and now, grati pal

What I do with it is not their fault but to their credit, without them, I don’t exist, et al.

Back stronger than most to carry the load of the debt that yo’ mama owes God for mortal sin

Come back to paradise when it’s all over, Time and Space don’t last past the 21st new century

It will be done as you see, it’s all you got, everything in the One thing you call it all, me me me

When you know the Truth it won’t hurt but you will hate it, it’s hard to handle it, I am All In.

Now we move from the happiness of having it all in a ball of confusion, embraced my milk

Teats of mama to put us on the lonely road of consternation, possible annihilation with ilk

A mere hundred yards either way you look at it, field goals for three, extra points for none

Championship Football kicked and thrown post to post, offensive line that’s defense’s fun.

Nothing attracts flies like the worms of the Earth’s skin and bones of animated sunlight, US

Oceans and dust of the crust leftover from a Big Bang’s song of lonely-ass freedom to Be done

Loads of the matter turn into the energy flow of your rivers in your mind’s eye Twilight Zone

If and only if you get to the end alive and can look around 360 degrees and see Truth, Zeus!

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 31st, 2020 A.D. *Happy birthday to my grandma XOXO in Jesus’ HANDS, R.I.P. Josephine Lipuma-Alfano 1-31-1909”

{ Jammed this out of thin air this AM with nothing but my grandma’s hands that lifted this baby into the universe’s cosmic dust, #GrandmasHand #LonelyRoad on youTube links @ https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU& @RLBurnside @https://youtu.be/jhKqqYuV9MU }

#Shot above is a #Flashback of my Zen rockwater noise at my retired #Workstation for the @StateOfCaliforniaDeptOfConsumerAffairs!

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#BrandXYZ #RollinTheRock #LetUsRock #IFeelTheMusicInYouToo #RIPTwoFour24KB

ZA, AJA, HOMBRES & TOSTADAS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 29, 2020

============ #FlyInForTheTrial ===========

NOTHING, Za, Aja oh mama, written up in the sky ‘tween US and the suns of my demigods

Sorry if I’ve offended someone like that mother of invention used to, he Zappa’d the hotrods

We still use it to beat the dead horses we still try to ride out from the battle to a holy sunset

It is a crime but it’s not a crime, it’s a stalemate chess game where nobody wins, losers, Git!

Penalty for disobedience of the law of straight and narrow road from birth to death is prison

Locked up in a rat cage supplied by the holier than thou humanity-in-charge of the herd’s kin

Nobody gets out dead or alive my friends, a fecal matter of not who ya know but who ya blow

Skippin’ rope with your sisters in front of the house on the sidewalk with their friends below.

All’s just a distant recollected Time within a presence of Space between your ears, holy scum

Magna cum laude to all, drop a dime on ancient teaching of images, not many but um, some

Inside dark caves where our forefathers used to hide from being porridge of cat-dog menudo

By the ogres and monsters who thrive on cool jazz of animated bones, let’s eat, an innuendo.

Father of all of the godmothers uses the planet’s system of 20/20 hindsight of cosmic dust

To be or not to be and then to wonder why it all matters to anyone who becomes mankind

Of course there is no answer but there is the question and that is why we pass the Time out

When there’s no Time Out’s left, you call Time Out anyway ‘cause Yota said, ‘Live, we must.”

OK for the Star War and the Battle Star but the Star I am, here and now in a presence I abide

Because I will not to be as I willed to be in the first place, concept analyzed, incestual joy ride

From First Cause to the moment I am in and see before me, blinded by the light, Deaf riches

I was and will be what I am, product of 1 x 1, not 2 but another 1 of the many sons of beaches.

Tan, bronze, shined black opal and obsidian to make the world a better place for me to avoid

Obedience to creeds of mentally ill dead men and dead women, unknowns left the gods’ Void

Amazing and blinded by a blaze of blown atomic matter, living large like ol’ Huckleberry Finn

Wonderman, yeah you know, whirlybird’s down in the hollar, up old Tom Sawyer’s hind end.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Janvier 29th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Blasted from the face of the rocks of Earth this AM in MY #GaCave while jammin’ to the #BestOfMilesDavis on youTube @ https://youtu.be/Me9RXpbKIso & Steely Dan #AJA & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/fG2seugAgnU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?