#YouReallyDontNeedMe #WhyYouKeepCominAround ?

GRIM DEAL FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 7, 2020

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If you don’t read this diatribe, this dissertation of glum reality and the illusions of perception

Sensory or extrasensory ESP puts you in the passenger seat of any hotrod who comes along

With or with the tattoo of you on their face and a tattoo under their eye, maybe two or three

Killer apes full of their mothers and fathers scorn for being alive on Earth, among killer apes.

Stripes, stars and bars are the official designation of command respect, for the ranks blue sky

Above and below the polar magnetism, we get stuck on the far-side of non-sequiturs and a fly

Words of sounds and signs agreed upon by babies of girls who like to party, barely naked lady

Making the DNA of the genome rupture out of lust rather than love, at one and done, all over!

Eye of the tornado is blinded by atomic black light and protuberances 93 million miles away

On the surface and deep into the recess at the core of the host, nothing don’t exist, a zero tag

Monks, nuns, brothers and priests all want to be the only One God loves, I think I am, I brag

Reality bit in the cervical and thoracic of the backbone, provided my comic chew of the day.

Don’t watch your own back, have a strong ally take that duty and resist mighty powers that be

Seeking to end your existence and eat you or bury you out of sight of the hellfire’s fake liberty

All of the dead bodies in a deep hole and buried under tons of earth dirt, solar bullish entity

Giving it all when some game nothing in particular, in general just a dream in a dream, see?

Shackles and chains on your hands and feet and you’re sick as a rabid canine without a cure

Virus and flu of the infected bacteria that live alive under one roof with us, ready to be extinct

Looking for a will to cause the effect of the Way, the middle path from here to nirvana’s blur

Then and only then, if and only if the Truth is the Reality of this beast, all too human in sync.

Hedge Fund Zero has all of my marbles and with or without it, I will move from here to there

Profits gone off the charts and the tripling of the gross total, over a million bucks for the care

That a human requires it and refuses to die even without arms or legs, memory of extinction

Everybody gets on the floor to dance now, just keep the chin up, eye on a prize, chrome Bean.

Snakes, worms, flies and gnats keep the macroscopic in pure microcosm, rotten John & Joy

Inside the inner circle, there’s a center of nothing at all, in control of all things, a maniac’s toy

All alone in Oneness and in a mental funk for being the Many, a baby talks, a humane Word

Sound of the air comin’ through tongues and cheeks, lips and jaw of the eating machine herd.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, February 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ Jam drafted while listenin’ to @VanillaFudge #YouKeepMeHanginOn on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/R3ChToIvLRM}

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#OnAFreightTrain #ReadyToJumpOffInAlbuquerque #JustRanOutOfTracks @GreggAllman #ImNoAngel

BLOOD ORANGE, JUICE OF JOSHU

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 7, 2020

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Well she comes and she goes with the candles in the wind, they get blown and move south

Cut off from the oxygen to burn into the ether, the atmosphere, the Void of the herbivores

Nothing to say to the animal cannibal but to stop eating things that crawl and jump around

From the womb to the ending of the breath that comes in before I blow it out of my mouth.

To the entire being that burns the stars in the middle of nowhere’s darkness, I do love y’all

Every atom full of charm and love, invisible to naked eyes but insight and dreaming this ball

Is all I have without any heaven and hell that was a given notion for Supernova or Singularity

Y’alls will to power bring ballsy love into the deep womb I know blindfolded, it’s all ‘bout me.

Nothing personal to the others, the Many who are not me and never will be, I am what I am

I crawl, walk, run, cry, laugh and put it all into perspective, mine and only mine, all gods dam

It is what the ruler of the empire does, lives alone in solo flight being the alien, the Earthling

I always know the fire is with me, burnin’ holes in my pockets like cash money needs no ring.

Married to mobs and unfiltered pond scum to glean the water from the wood, metabolize me

Consummation of the transubstantiation changin’ water to blood-wine, a crucible’s grace fee

Drinking deep into beings where angels fear to roam, spotted hunger, ate wiseacres’ thumbs

Animated the 208 bones in silhouette form-essence, moving Unmoved Mover’s holy crumbs.

Sacred hearts of my people and their pretend Savior who lurks in raw words, bleed out to Ur

Fantastic place of lore where we’ll never be and never return to, it’s a ruse to control the whirl

Menu-do of punks and intellectuals on the divine menu, dream in a cosmic dreamer’s sin bin

Original, mortal, venial and other transgressions keep the species in check, humanity’s killin’.

No wishes allowed, not three, two or one, you get exactly what you get in Karmic relief, OMG

Only the presence of my super-Ego and Id ‘cause the Ego’s toast, in & out the land of the free

Obey or be incarcerated against God’s Will, a straitjacket of your ma and papa, house of fun

To be or not to be, all too human words of an epitaph on my granite head stone, “One done.”

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi 7 février 2020 A.D. @ 12:12 PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the emptiness in my mind’s eye & jammin’ to greg_allman jams link @ https://youtu.be/NWNKHi2joJE & #MidnightRider with one more silver dollar @ https://youtu.be/yojZ-Ksr8AE }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#HyperHeaven #SubatomicHellFire

WE’RE LAZY IN CONQUERED SPACE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 7, 2020

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Of the rats who crawl and humans who burrow in the caves deep traps of holy burial mounds

Pyramids and headstones commemorating a life that nobody remembers, release the hounds

WTF are you lookin’ at? It’s just a regular thing, mine and yours, all of us just all too human

Effects follow causes of the free will to act and move to the rhythm, pound a back beat, man!

From south to the north poles, around the circumference of Earth’s burnt stardust, we rollin’

On the way to the grave of others who came died alive, a Martian pulsar full of air for ballin’

Performance mismatched millions of bucks in a cache of commercial endorsement rhymes

Showtime for the minions to see what’s possible and the improbability of seeing Good times.

South or north of borders of natural division, rivers and lakes demarcate dead zones to Light

Intellectuals and punks who learned nothing from ancestors, consume a blind man’s insight

Miracles happen just because they can, if you don’t believe it can happen, it will not, dead air

All in for the war’s duration, pass the ammo please, small or long arms to steal, I don’t care.

It goes the way it’s always gone, beginning to the ending, it’s the same old story, different day

Mention the facts of life, forget about it, hat fun facts sacred, fever pitches, homeruns of Ruth

Happy that you’re in a club of more than two and awaiting a Word to stop the madness’ fray

Magic spells and incantations give hope to the hopeless, it’s false but better than the Truth.

On being a man not a dog who rolls over to get attention from the master, pray hard for It

Words so heavy in light syrup that you cannot avoid the intensity of being without the gods

Evil is Live spelled backward either for a reason or not, random sounds just happened, chit

Now and later just like before, you came and conquered the matter, materialistic hot rods.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, February 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 911 am/pm

{ drafted listenin’ to #BlackJesus by Everlast in perpetuity, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/dVeLYAgiJxg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?