#PhonyBones #PretenderEnds

ALL IN A WOMB, FORGET ABOUT IT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 8, 2020

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In the deep space allowed to my living DNA, I got a strong back for the heavy, #2 load of scat

A whole lot of love coming dead out of your mother’s and father’s thighs, knuckle sandwiches

Crying does a little bit of good for your soul and spirit, a cosmic dust cover-up, the Truth seal

Pain and suffering will motivate even the bitter idiot savants who carry me from birth to debt.

What I owed was because I spent the loan, I wasted the cash on pretty little mamas who loved

Me forever is what they all said or at least that’s what I heard, a distortion of real gods above

You’ve got as much control over your animation as you do over the revolution of melting ICE

Knowledge and wisdom just conceptual analysis of the incredible place in Space, Time’s rice.

Hunger is all gone as if it never existed in the second or third place of liberty’s will to power

I could blame everybody but me since I had nothing to do with the entry into pops creation

He came before my mama did and I guess she conceived me without a nut, not even a wiggle

Debt that was owed from the ancestral garden of Eve, now I pay the love and hate struggle.

Come along with me on the high and low roads because the middle road is now a dead end

You can’t get past your last breath, your final heartbeat, omega thought of being an incarnate

In the flesh and bones, in the brain and mind of the Many who split from the host, godsend

It is what it is, back turned on carrying everybody else’s debts to the creator of this caliphate.

In absolute darkness of the cosmic menudo, I am what it is and I always was and will be It

All of it, not just some of IT, the whole shebang, literally and figuratively as the case may be

It all enters from a one way street, direct sunlight burning star causing evolution of species

Think, an alien form of being, not of this Earth, left us on the planet for the Congo Ubangees.

#SpaceForce is a way to look beyond the atmosphere to the Void we hope is full of live bones

Friendly or hostile, to know you are not alone is better than being alone, be the tattoo of apes

If and only if you can mimic the ones who came before you, God wastes the starlight’s cosmos

Regardless of the outcome, divinity’s dam right here & now, #JackFlash rockin’ your cradles.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi 8 fevrier, 2020 Anno Domini

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the Gregg Allman #AintWastinTimeNoMore LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X-bBWbrHgGE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YouReallyDontNeedMe #WhyYouKeepCominAround ?

GRIM DEAL FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

by

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}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OnAFreightTrain #ReadyToJumpOffInAlbuquerque #JustRanOutOfTracks @GreggAllman #ImNoAngel

BLOOD ORANGE, JUICE OF JOSHU

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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 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?