#WakeThePhuqUpKids #LetsGoNow #BeforeItsTooLate #YouGotTheMusicInYou & #JustDoItNow #TripEights

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AHO, LONGKNIFE SQUAW MOTHER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 11, 2020

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It is not your fault that you’ve been thrust into the magma of the mount’s sacred fire

In a play on a stage or in a moving picture film recording, just a flickering flame of ire

Divine on this plane of existence has become extinct with the naked apes without soul

They all lived in an evil funk without the benefit of charity and love of their down low.

Punks on the corners and pusses in the boots, cowboy or combat ready to stomp some arse

In a fracas with the skills to defend and offend, after the players all fell, a victor was sparse

Complete morons and idiots runnin’ the shows from dusk until dawn, on land and sea blue

It’s a matter of being invisible as you were a moment before your conception’s spark to do.

23 and 24 skidoo for all of the children’s meat stew, with herbivore flare for incarnate chew

Mink skin and fur for the coonskin caps that keep my balding cranium warm as butter toast

Avoiding the reflection of the apeman in the mirror and on the calm, river run’s cosmic dust

Compared to Nothing at all, this is Everything, all that there is in the vacuum of our Devoid.

The bones inside will turn inside out in the end, free choice to be or not to be is All y’all get

Your inherited sloth of the cave dwellers who light fires and the apes’ naked skin all in debt

Night hawks dreaming of the warm smell of defrosted meat, not yet absconded news, I fake

Out of nowhere as if they’re everywhere, always waiting in Time to be a grub, an effin’ snake.

Peers without equal, far above and beyond what’s below and deep within the genome of man

DNA out of the blue and black, a pattern of life and death in revolution around boiling fumes

A nucleotide of radical systems meaning nothing more or less than everything’s Everything, I

Thinkin’, I’m the sight seen in the movie scene, glory to be prefabricated fame, aw Mama, cry!

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r j j stephan, i *Header’s my cousin’s guest-head-shot, grati, Nadine Stephan x’s & o’s }

c. Dienstag, 11. Februar 2020, Jahr des Herrn (A.D.) @ 23:11 P.S.T.

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the beats of the Heart within the rib cage go thump, thump in Timed out Space & jammin’ to Welcome all.empath.starseeds.lightworkers/warriors .truth seekers 💚💛💜❤💙, we are the One! #NeverForget911 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#INeedSomeWhiskeyGlasses #DoubleBarrelledBlackJack @MorganWallen @TheNewRadicals #AlphaMales #OmegaFemales #WeOnlyGotWhatWeGive #ThatsAllFolks #DontGiveUp #DontLetGo

ACES OVER QUEENS, FOOL HOUSE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 11, 2020

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Sweet Jesus and Buddha of mine, they never saw this, if they did they’d have just phqn died

Falling in love with the sea salt witch that never leaves you alone and out of tune, mortal Sin

As if you knew who Davy Crockett was, oh yeah that’s right, you & Davy Crockett’s coonskin

A racoon on top of the bald head to keep the noggin warm, bulletproof as a steak or cowhide.

A quirk it might be yet it feels like the essence of eternity when I’m talkin’ to myself, echo too

It all comes around in the end like a rope lasso I throw at the cowherd and get them back cool

All for the back of the slaughter house where they go to get eaten by bull’s who shat It within

Gold, blue blood, diamonds, pretty smiles and unrotten teeth, no sugar to eat or lip hummin’.

Got a juice harp for the melody twang and a bird’s tweets from the eagle’s nest above the cliff

Atop the sleeveless deadwood we didn’t chop and saw into toothpicks and marble mansions

So the artists and actresses of the selfies and movies of the cinematic genii who pretend to be

Who they were before and after their Blues concepts, big idea of DNA replication, a god’s sea.

You got this one bench by the ocean’s edge, near the beach where you can’t get further to me

You can’t swim long and you’ve got to drown and die in the mass of liquid matter, side of Far

Like the backbeat and the story-lines of the headlines and best selling tales of A reason to be

Ever since you saw me on the corner waitin’ for a bus outside a Pacific tavern, blues-man bar.

Now, I’ll take you right there if you don’t mind letting go of everything known, forget ‘bout It

Then, it’s in the future you can’t know before it’s right there in front of your nekid bull’s chit

Form and matter molded to your DNA pattern of the first two who made the first One, daddy

Yeah, the flow you knew when DIRT flew the coup, being a dog’s backbone, blues-man at sea.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Martedì 11 febbraio 2020 Anno Domini @ 1:11 Pacific Standard Time (PST)

{ Drafted while recallin’ your #LongKiss & #HeartOfGold & loopin’ Morgan_wallen_offical #RedneckLoveSong on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

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#DoItAgain #StaplesSingers #MavisStaples #WhatAMaroon #BradPittRanThroughIt @BradleyPitt #BugsBunny #YosemiteSam

BULLY PULPIT & A SISTER’S HEAD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 10, 2020

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Not a thing or nothing at all but a concept of total inclusiveness in hot burnin’ bird blind

By the blazing fire of the burning star we call the One, the God without which, we all find

Ends of Nothing in the Void, trapped like a rat in a maze of no exit, no entry, no F in Way

Middle path of pathos and grief without being on the left or right of the center, God, I say?

It was written by scribes who recorded the Word of Men, not gods’ who stuck It in honey

In caves of mountains and hills or below the switching, waves of the oceans, H2O in foal

Hydrogen gas and Oxygen fumes come into our lungs for a treat of Life’s supernova soul

I live for you & you for me, without a nerve left to feel the #CrushOfLove, yo papa Sonny.

Lookin’ from way back and far ahead of the present dream of divine presence, all too human

Touch my heart and soul, invisible to my eyes but an article of blind faith and selfish doubt

Not a thing, not nothing at all but a concept of total inclusiveness in the hot burnin’ flameout

In the process of staring deep into the black hole, enter/exit a broken Singularity, my mouth.

Ahead of the rear ends of the herd where you won’t be following the gas of the head bull stud

Ready to fight for the females to generate more of the things themselves, extra terrestrial cud

Chewed up RNA is hijacked by mankind’s DNA to replenish grand funk, gas debt, elimination

Culture and society of the historical record keepers is a comedy and tragedy of idiots in a sin.

Mortality and divinity, one and the same to the innocent babies who never asked for the flirt

In or out of the house you’re born into, the ends are all an identical wake-up call to just be It

What it is? Guess and you’ll win the game of cause and effect, to be or not to be, you ain’t chit

All you are, all you’ll ever be, no wings just shovels to dig into a dead star’s black hole sundirt.

What’s up with Jack? Nothing special at all but a theory of everything known, lit up thunder

X marks the spot of my guilder signature, masonic sinless, iron burn, on a dying honey bee

Ran the dozens and used the #JibJab of the bull’s eyes I ate for dinner, recycled down under

Buried pirate treasure stolen from kings and queens who ripped the gift of god, me, me, me.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February 10th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ Jammed generating a mystic Void between my ears, for the sake of humanity to manking, listening to Unconscious program of 10 Hz of #BinauralBeats link @ https://youtu.be/bVGq3owIksM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?