P H I L O S O P H I A

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

#CreaseYourPants #FootInYourKeaster #ExcommunicateWords #OneWayOut

COMBACK WITH LONGARMS & TNT

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, February 12, 2020

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You can’t stop a black hole from it’s origin if you don’t begin at the GETGO, only one way out

Extinction of species was in the hands of the armless grabbers of plants or animals, God raw

Existence and survival of those able to trap, catch and tear skin-bones to shreds of gullibility

Nobody’s more vital to the survival of the unfit than the human species genome, blood heart.

This one is even more empty than the original, vacuous viciousness, God ain’t dead any more

Divine inspiration of this in and out, push and pull of the on and off switches, out my breath

Don’t shoot the messenger reminder in your inbox, only idiots and morons survive the death

Why bury stiff corpses? To keep them out of the mouths of insects and viruses, got the score?

Orphaned by the whores and pimps on the corner, sold for a C-note to be the good citizen sod

Planting the future taxed, the obedient and classically translated Greek and Latin, a dead god

Pretend you are nut and can’t move out of a seat in the middle of a jet flying 300 MPH on air

Now that’s a thought, a velvet blackness you’ve deep within the bowels of #woke longer hairs.

What it is nobody knows for certain, although there’s stone blind, stone blue fates of masons

Kindred spirits roam together and can be extinguished with the burger queens, neutrino sins

Not a free will but a determined Cause and Effect of hot steam from the burning H2O smoke

There never was a God, nor gods of the pantheon, always a placebo for the minions’ to choke.

My oh my, there is a necessary punk who spreads rumors and sings tunes of the moron chit

Common slaves balancing all brooms even without a full or new moon, crescent or gibbous

Micrometers of charm cannot persuade the germs to attack another host, it’s all in your gut

Living microbes all around you and deep within your DNA, a misprogrammed epileptic fit.

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercoledì 12 febbraio 2020 Anno del Domini @ 7:11 AnteMeridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Drafted in #defMode with the #WheelsInTheSkyTurning, listenin’ to #Nickelback #IfTodayWasYourLastDay on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PvxVNGdwVwk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

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

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AHO, LONGKNIFE SQUAW MOTHER

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!

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 }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

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

ACES OVER QUEENS, FOOL HOUSE

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.