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FLAME OUT YOU PONY SOLDIER!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 13, 2020

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Almost Valentine’s day in a few hours over here on the far side of the Earth, it’s already gone

Pretending that your mind is married to your skinned hide dog and you avoid the crazy bone

Got way too high and actually puckered up and French kissed the sky, no donuts up there boy

Braver than a man ought to be staring the end of your being in the face, ready to join the fray.

Everybody’s everything is involved in this riot of mamas’ older kids, dodger GIs AWOL scene

Little Latin Lupe Lu, tip of the hat to my sister, cousin, godmother, grandmother Josephine

Females goin’ by ‘Jo’ and gettin’ yanked around from birth to death, free when it’s hot TNT

You can walk slow or fast, you can rock and roll or go near the speed of light, love you I see.

It’s all a matter of perception, a point of view putting yourself into others’ unfortunate freeze

In deep or shallow space and moving from point to point, breathing deeply to fees’ penalties

Common like my great grandfathers’ lack of property other than their wife and children faces

Sitting here by me or you matters about as much as the Summer rain, ready to win the races.

Who plays and you and I call it a day, using more vowels and consonants to twirl the crowns

Of the queen and the king who are mortal and although not wounded, marked for the extinct

Underground or above the place way down below at the core of the Earth, there it is, in sync

Up close or afar beyond the beautiful wall from the ol’ Missis-sip to the Cal-Exico block icing.

Cortisone and whiskey from Black Jack, the brother I never had to get me drunker than pops

It wasn’t his fault, his father and the great fathers before them all got here from infinity hops

Just because you turned your head my way, I was supposed to your drop dead gorgeous legs

And follow them everywhere until I got my touch, a feel of velveteen eel-like skin, great pegs!

Maybe there is a reason for being an ignominious ignoramus, all too human, as above, divine

Planetary knowledge and wisdom of the 21st century, your ancestors cared less than all mine

Thinkin’ preachers knew nothing when they were born, dropped a dime on a black Prussia

Who thinks the minions are comely sheep flocks needing to be herded into a fold of anima.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi 13 février 2020 à 13 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #Cocaine live in 2006 MSG Networks Eric Clapton #EC & Steve Winwood on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DVl-oXi-TpY }

 FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#TrappedOnATrapeze #GravitySucksUsIn #GetBentAndShaped ...by #SpaceTime

PICASSO CON-CUBE, FORM LIGHT *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 13, 2020

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A con-job to convince the gullible that the Lie is Nothing but the Hole Truth, help me gods!

Yet the point is moot since everyone is a #Con either convicted or wanted for paltry hotrods

Possible to be the hunter of this bounty for pennies on the dollar, up to a ten foot slam dunk

That isn’t the half of it, the whole shebang, to know thyself and to do unto another one’s funk.

From the bitter ends of the Earth where the dust stops, the air doesn’t blow, no wind sinned

Around in circles like a dizzy ball of asteroid lost in Space, the Time for revolution, orphaned

Full stop, stagnation, deterioration of a memory’s integrated, leftover morsel of vape sunrise

Conditional argument for the nature of the beast that I am, innocence corrupted by the Price.

Costing more than the value is worth but justified by the almighty profit of Chicago 5 & dime

5 pregnancies and 7 babies we thank the mother of us all, for fortune bequeathed to my twin

Who was DOA from the holy matrix of fire, the sunspot that blew it’s cookies, monsters care!

Reaching into the holy place everywhere around, 360 degrees of directional sub-family affair.

Sitting around the ocean and painting the person I see in the form of a woman of distortion

She’s all miked up with nothing to say, she is, shall we say, an oil painted mess of swirlin’ sin

About to make the exit from the matrix which is neutral to life and death of the living gravity

It sucks us in and blows us out in a swirling whirl, won’t stay out of my mouth, ego’s mystery.

Igor or Homer will ruin the whole show, the play on words and actions is in mid-finale form

Shaped like a woman, thought as a man, all too human like the nihilistic Nietzsche silk worm

Penance given to the kings and queens who imagined immortality as a given, feared the Ends

Which is always where everything in heaven’s Earth Is, imaginary figments in a Cave, friends!

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r j j stephan, i *Header is the painting of a man called Pablo, at One, Pablo Picasso's House

c. Thursday, February Thirteenth, Two Thousand Twenty, Year of the Lord @ 3:11 AM PST

ala Maltese lingo: Il-Ħamis, Tlettax Tnejn, Elfejn u Għoxrin, Sena tal-Mulej @ 3:11 PST AM

{ Released to the infinite shadow this AM while listenin’ to the #PhilosophyOfPlato 36 books link @ https://youtu.be/VDiyQub6vpw }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CreaseYourPants #FootInYourKeaster #ExcommunicateWords #OneWayOut

 

COMBACK WITH LONGARMS & TNT

by

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.

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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.?