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YOU AIN’T NORMAL ANIMALS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 6, 2020

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It is already gone as if it never, ever was in the first place, there is no choice except to be an It

This here and that there are all that there is in a solar system tailored to be like an epileptic fit

Your deities and mine all meet in the middle of nowhere where nothing exists anywhere at all

My subatomic charm and love will be the ends of original sins, the omega of an urban sprawl.

You will never like what will cause your own personal extinction, you’ll see Nothing in a ball

I got an insignificant amount of the scents of the human women on Earth, it causes a big fall

From the paradise in the middle of nowhere, on a planet’s Terra ferma, end of a god’s mother

Pulling and pushing the gravitational collapse into Reality, as we know it, First Cause’s #grrr.

Breathe deeply in a vacuum of oxygen and nitrogen deficiency, ready to supernova the H2O

Crust, dirt, rock, mud, silt, pebbles, rocks, boulders and the entire waterlines gone, it’s blown

To smithereens and the Singularity that cannot be imagined or theorized, drop out of college

Before it’s too late, you either will be a professor or a person who read Dostoevsky's #TheIdiot.

Freaks in and out of the government and private corporations, #Loonytunes love of the ‘toon

Come home soon wherever that is in the darkness’ menudo of #Triggers in this black lagoon

Not that it’s you or anyone you know but a goon is one and the same, all a back-wood kindle

They don’t like change ‘cause they believe they know it all, like a fabled moose, a Bullwinkle.

It’s time to analyze the two concepts of nature and humanity, All Is, sanctimoniously singular

Who you are other than a lump of redskin bones, haters of mortality’s 8 mile high mortal Sin

To be or not to be was always the only question either before Francis Bacon or after Einstein

Whatever you will know the day you die is all there is now, tombstones sink, go down, not up.

Here’s the golden apple dropped from the tree of knowledge, now it is done, it’s fake essence

Of the cavemen and the magicians who put the spells on the herds & tribes of homo sapience

You will forget about everything the moment your last blink sees that black light is consistent

Epileptic brain’s dysfunction in microcosmic spasm, my 208 mortal bones death calls, #Shit!

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r j j stephan, i #HedgeFundZero

c. Jeudi, February 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the mighty The Armstrong and Getty Experience on Talk 650 KSTE Friends Who Like #ArmstrongandGetty @ArmstrongandGetty.com http://armstrongandgetty.com/ Agradiocomunidad}

 #MyHeroesAG

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@Substance & @Form #InAndOutTheCarosel #BoomDone #ExitStrategy

SAD GIRLS, NO PITY IN A BUGATTI*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday , February 5, 2020

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Smokin’ cigarettes and flowered weeds of the devil, spelled backward that’s LIVED, no pity

Driven from the shoulders that I used to cry on and now there’s nothing but the Void of Me

At the show we rock and roll until it’s time to check out and write a letter home to mom, yo

Don’t really want to do that but you gotta do what ya gotta do, it’s time to deal the dope blow.

Time and Space without a trace in the dream or at the end of the thing called, That’s Life boo

Wandered around in circles for decades and wound up near the same place we all started at

In the hole with the ace, this king’s queen makes the royal flush of the jack’s ten to one flow

Downstream or up the lazy river by old mill streams that never dry up when tears go splat.

It’s the divine movement of the rhapsody in divinity’s blues and humanity’s jazz, musical Ho

Wonder and pristine innocence provide the matrix for the innocence, memory erased in tow

Never to be recollected in heat of moments when hearts begin the break, fallin’ down slides

Slippery slopes providing the never-Nederland funk, where hearts break and heal, loves lies.

Periwinkle and fuchsia mix the hazel brown eyes with the choco-cocoa hair full of curlicues

Is that love or is that infatuation with the colors of the blindfolds, darkness lit up neon blues

Function of the bangs and the rest of the noise of spheres, of men and rats who squeal oinks

Like the swine who ran the planet when Martians and Pleidians dropped off the scared finks.

Mama told me all about the papa I never seen ‘cause he worked sixty hours weeks, seven days

Drivin’ truckloads full of TV tubes and electronics at the distributor warehouse of purple haze

Papa knew his kids wouldn’t be hungry for pigs, it’s just a dope cache of my holy, foolish scar

Haunted deep underground with a baby blue Bugatti, two tattoo hearts and a half drunk bar!

Slide on over close to me darlin’ you know you want to and so do I, so let’s ride this rock baby

Lovers made this and that kingdom here now and then over there, 7 oceans of rivers’, maybe

Or just a dream in a dream illusion of the perception comin’ from the outside of us all to find

Where it came from we don’t know, like a shadow is there yet it’s not, gold’s dust in the wind.

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r j j stephan, i *HEADER is my brand new 2020 Bugatti! & still have 2nd & 3rd wishes!

c. Mercredi, February 5th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST

{ Jammed out the goddess’ souls LATE & jammin’ to the jams of Club StevieNicks on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/S3DhXcQepbY }

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#NineStepsToHeaven #RoadToEcstasy #PistolWavinPanziesAndMyGrammasHands

SIGNIFY CROSS-TRAFFIC SIGNALS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 3, 2020

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Hippopotamus and Hippodromes have as much significance as aftermaths of funeral pyres

Absolute Nothingness in the middle of everything, all of It is here today and gone in hot fires

From subatomic particles to the Singularities that wait for all things’ everything, as y’all sing

At attention or at ease, in any case, Everything is everything and Nothing is indeed, nothing.

Two hats hangin’ on a hat rack, One says to the Other, “You stay here, I’ll go on a head-case.”

Now or then humor takes the form of satirical absurdity, that’s my area of expertise, a worm

Fear and loathing of everything, it’s all unknown except named matter’s essence of idol bones

Persuasion with logic and reason, sounds, words and idle phraseology of philosopher stones.

Snapping to an infinite Space and Time in front and in back of the thing that I am, elder man

With naught but society’s security and Adam & Eve’s fecal Bay of pigs in San Fran’s chit-can

No way to stop the bums from the shat of their free food and shelter, it’s the form gods fight

Man’s conceptual ideas in the ether or after trees were chopped to write, DNA’s trip to white.

On becoming so unbecoming that you hide from the light of the day, prowling dark twilights

For the things themselves, some of them and in a biblical sense, all of them eternal catfights

Between angels of the darkness and the light, forming invisible pacts with the live, evil living

Meaning of signs of the crusaders’ cross is that there’s a higher power than Woman or Viking.

AlphaBetaCappaDeltaEpsilon for the sake of Being a tool for a purpose to exist doin’ a Twist

Feelings and thinking things about the causes of the effects we call Life on Earth, raise a fist

With obsidian leather power of fingers inside of sheep fleece and cow’s hides, fits like a glove

Appearance of a face of fear, a human genome with a reason to be here, alive, Valentino love.

I think I must be in utero because I can’t breathe the gas of my holy air, carbon rights left out

Took my breath away, created to suck it in and blow it out, I’m all in and out deep. no doubt

Ship ahoy to the sailors and slaves of the pirate thieves who stole boys from mothers of us all

Slaves to row boats and sail ships from Old schools to New Worlds, rolled up in an eight ball.

It is neither high nor low, either I’m on the right or the left, men and mice both left to the rust

Of cosmic soup, of Earth’s spinning wobble around in an elliptical orbit, a cloud of devil-dust

Gaping hole between it& nothing at all, it’s where it’s all at, brothers & sisters below & above

Empty or full, identical expression of One, a divine spell of magic, logic & unconditional love.

Finding the needle in the proverbial haystack out on the main drag, I used it to blow the ruse

Ruptured blood in vessels that carry a viral motto, #LiveAndLetLive, bleed out blacks & blues

For the love of being steeped in poverty or immersed in the wealth of gold and easier money

It’s all for just a microsecond at a time, of natural, imaginary moments that quell humanity.

Big, large, gargantuan, giant of my inner senses, count our midgets & dwarves’ double checks

Keeping the small ones quiet from voicing their uninformed, opinionated forms of antimatter

Sounds, sights, smells, tastes and just feelings of the good, the bad and the ugly-ace star treks

From ignorance, saved we are, as Yoda might say it, in an iota of Time, what’s goin’ on here?

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February 3rd, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ #WarIsNotTheAnswer #OnlyLoveCanCombatHate drafted jammin’ to a special version of #WhatsGoinON by marvelous Marvin Gaye link @ https://youtu.be/ohz6rvWZXRQ }

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