#LetsNotAndSayWedid #HunkOfBurningLove @ELVIS

C.A.S. LOVES TOAST? I DO TOO!

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Friday, February 14, 2020

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Meant to be together from the first heartbeat to the last gasp for gas in the wind, I do, It goes

Longer than the guns and knives used to fight the battles for Liberty and a divine trophy wife

Moving to and fro in the menudo of the cosmic hodgepodge of creature feature fantasy blows

Temperate and sometimes as hot as an automatic weapon, Glock or Smith and Wesson of Life.

Red dirt roads and my first time walkin’ up and down highway 49 from Auburn to Cool hills

Goin’ to work and every Sunday goin’ to the church to pray to God this means more to the eye

Than first glance of a blindman, blinded by the black and white lights like a deer ready to die

Clapton’s God in this house or I’m lying to you, listen closely, all in for my friends’ road kills!

High achievers or no good bums on the streets and roads to perdition where angels fear to go

Mainly because there are no angels, that’s the first thing, a myth is The One, dirty Black Hole

Singularity collapsed graves’ stones into the ground of being, into the burnt core of beaches

Fathers gave the business to our mothers and here we are, here, now in a blackberry patches.

Y’all don’t want to know ‘bout your own future, lunatic nature of this living-light, a sacred fire

In a photosynthetic jag of RNA and DNA, ate plants morphed from rock n’ roll into jazz trips

Around the bend and over the foothills full of poison oak and sage, blacktop poured my prints

Onto the ground of The Being, hard and soft like candy, it’s all good and evil, a baby pacifier.

Come a little closer, my younger-older brothers and sisters, my ma and pa are way long gone

It’s all about how the ball bounces coming off of the goal, the rim, hoops’ basket case frowns

A velvet valentine heart on my chest ready to be split in two, one for me and one for you, Ga

One Zeus who is way long gone, left us all sucking stone dust, exhaling Hades’ scam, lie of Ra.

Surging on the California coastal surf, I jam my board under my handcuffed wrist, underarm

Runnin’ in the sand, cramping my feet and calves, ignoring the pain and suffering of a worm

Surfers to the left of me and boogie night’s boards to the right, you cannot see me, I ain’t here

Cool secret’s slow and blue rock to last all night long, I’m set, 208 divine human bones, swarm!

I broke all of the glass, shattered it all into shards of reflection, split atoms of my father’s ego

He asked me, my dad, to get him out of this pain and suffering and I waited for the good to go

Eventually, after the incredible ordeal was nearly over or else the wayward, far away look eye

Holy scat batman, mastermind heads, dead philosophers and poets, first contact’s in, gad Zeus!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, February 14th 2020 A.D. 11:11 AM PST

{ Happy Valentine Day to MY DEARLY LOVED BETTER 1/2, Carol Ann Stephan IN ADDITION, per Wikipedia, to all of the Roman Soldiers that Valentine soothed in their army extinction behavior, men loving their men, taken from their fathers to fight and kill Live Evil. Listening in the creation stage to Hall & Oates and #C-loGreen on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ATRsYfiVUy8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

@NilsLofgren #Believe! #JustBecauseYouLoveMe

COMPARED TO EVERYTHING ELSE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 16, 2020

Priority numero uno is all you need to know, the rest is ancient history, the minions’ pablum

What can be swallowed will be gorged upon and if that isn’t just a hoot, like a lion on a prowl

Format for the forms and the essence of being is in the DNA which is coded in the god of this

If you don’t get the blind faith bug when you’re younger than 7, you’re a mean & lean atheist.

Pro or con of each and every philosophical argument regarding the nature of Reality’s stage

Becomes the end of days for the ones who gain the Absolute Truth that cannot be denied age

It’s immortal like the rocks on the third planet from the sun, all stoned free and ageless dust

From Time to Time in this empty space of relationship with the men and their fake gods’ lust.

Comin’ to Jesus or being One as the Buddha, either way the light as it is, is all there is, Void

Lacking everything that’s everything, that is Nothing without equal, the function of androids

To be or not to be is not the question, only an entertaining notion for those who fear death is

And the taxes levied upon the labor’s blood, sweat and tears, food out of children’s mouths.

In Tennessee or Kentucky, nobody forgets how to hunt the coons, hounding up wisdom’s nut

Inside of the soft, codes for life of the xylems and phloems from sub root to the sweet flower

Burned in utero as the corpses often are, the magnus corpus you see right here and now, it is

What it appears to be, dream in a dream, like E.E.Poe and ilk like myself, agent orange fizz.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to jams on Daryl's House Club LIVE assorted artists, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/92WoPrrwbzA }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThisOnesForYouPops&RickyV #IMissYouPopAndBrothersRay

SHREDDIN’ UPSIDE DOWN G.O.A.T.

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 16, 2020

Who could ever lie about the Truth, any word to change truth to a god am lie, just because

It could have been for the sake of the genome, of the human being DNA and the whole fuss

About whether to be or not to be, how to survive constant death punches to your face-nose

From the Bowery to the Bronx, Southside Chitown, East L.A. from Seattle to Miami to Taos.

I ain’t the one and I never was nor will I ever be at any time in the future of my fantastic Id

Never listens to my super ego or even my humble ego, just interrupts every single time I try it

Bright eyes in dark sides of the minds-eye and blinded by exploding ordinance, killed the ape

Party was over when the music died of being exposed to the violent morons of the pack rape.

If not every time then for certain some of the time, most of the time or maybe none of It

I entertain all possibilities with value to achieve my penultimate goal, to be One with gods

Ones who made the way in a conundrum to be solved by philosophical conceptual analysis

As if it means that the Truth deduced or induced is in fact, an educated guess at being Is.

Neither path to be walked upon is easy, with or without the thorns on grounded, mortal sin

Sake of the substitute for the invisible, a theory of divine conjunction with praying for a kiss

From the One we love, as above and so below, the thing is a fine display for the anarchy bliss

ON and OFF, IN and OUT, this here and that there is the organ of confusion and dissolution.

Greatest Of All Time is a compliment, worth a moment or two for insipid, insightful repartee

Where neither party’s individuals have the ability to STFU as long as one person has the floor

Everybody comes one way or another at some point of their life on the 3rd rock from Sun sky

It’s a #machinegun you want then you shall have it, it’s Jimi’s bombs away, what’s the score?

Dusk until dawn, all night long everything that’s everything is fading away, mission scrubbed

Fallen angels never were angels in the first place, an enemy of mine, wants a rubber in an urn

Yet elastic just isn’t good enough and now there’s polyester for the inspector to feel the burn

I am one of the knights of Nicht, you can’t step into the same river twice, it’s fluid on the run.

Common women and uncommon phantasms get from the safe space to an end game’s shocks

As if you never knew that the day was going to come when you’d have to reconcile the karma

Of what you did measured by the intent of harm done, it is innocent poppycock's hard rocks

Rooster cocks crow all night long to a million saint deities, whodo voodoo, the GOAT’s arm.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, February 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ Drafted after comin’ down from the mountains of Lake Tahoe and then across Highway 49 from #Hangtown through #Coloma, #PilotHill & #Cool, killer coffee there in Cool, CA & the scones are #ToDieFor...at the intersection of Hwy 49 & Hwy 193, & of course WHILE listenin’ to what me & my babe, Carol Ann heard last night, Jonny Lang here’s the same kind of concert we saw in the middle of Lake Tahoe last night, here’s a 2014 gig @ WCLZ studio on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0lZDL3idfy0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?