#FunctionalCalculus @NilsLofgren #NilsLofgren & @DelbertMcClinton #MonkeyAround

FUNCTIONS OF SOULSHINE = 0

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 18, 2020

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It all comes down to that if you agree that numbers and words matter to the essence sieve

Meaning of your existence and everyone else’s is a matter of devil conjecture, a dust devil?

Devil is just liveD spelled in reverse, turnin’ your head into your bleeding madras sleeve

At some point of no return you won’t be able to look back at all, ever, monkeys see no evil.

You got to the beach ‘cause there was nowhere left to go ‘cept down under, a DJ’s foot locker

Lonely walk down the one way road, strength to carry a load on to the end but why, #uyqk ‘er

Mothers and sisters, aunts and girlfriends, oh and the wives of eternity, I do, etc, etc, so there

Then comes the hormonal fluctuations and misunderstanding signs and signals of savoir fair.

Broke down calculus’ Ends of trigonometry enter the twilight zone of mathematical certainty

Algebraic notions asserting premises for the arguments’ conclusions and professorial vanity

Yet there’s no proof that anything is absolutely true beyond a reasonable doubt, in or out here

Knocked up on Earthen Heaven doorsteps, all of us, first to last gasp of stashed rainbow hair.

A secret divulged is no longer a secret, therefore if there is such a thing, I cannot tell you I do

Know it, that nothing is known to anyone, the proof is that I have blinded eyes but no crew

I see nothing except some words give me a inner observation of a distinct inner vision flash

A cookie or some other digital electron-magnetic signal from the source of planetary potash.

Standing, sitting on the grounds of being, asphalt and tar blacktops, everywhere sign’s words

Awkward bytes of data ingested and regurgitated by the minions’ ten commands of the gods

Party on the thirty-sixth hole and I’m not kiddin’ about the four nine rounders, I hit the balls

Then drive and walk, I hit the ball again and again until it rolls-in the holes of the waterfalls.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 18 febbraio 2020 Anno Domini @ 15:33 ora solare del Pacifico

{ Drafted jammin’ to #MonkeyAround & HITS by Delbert McClinton youTube link @ https://youtu.be/leN0fUPQLlc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SacredHeartOfSaintAnn #UncleTomsCabinette ...whatever! #LittleMissAmerica

YOU’D BE MAD TOO, IN THIS MUCK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 18, 2020

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It IS probably your fault that your mother and father conceived this animated cartoon’s fusion

Before you had access to a misdirected Will to the power that drives genomes forward to sin

Air of your breath that goes in and out of the center of holy holes, seven in and seven to fuss

Feeling the DNA explode like a starbursting the atomic fission about the matrix of atom dust.

Full of the bread used to give life to the dying and starving who freeze in summer wind reigns

Burn to ash and smoke in majesty’s wintertime of burning matter and being the flame of fires

Strings making theories of effective First Causes and Big Dream Cults, a prophylactic coverup

Lonely road ahead, as above and so it is below the empty Void all around the Earth’s full cup.

Strong enough back until a nerve gets tweaked by a bone structure compromise, hard tackle

Knocked the senses into a twilight zone’s concussion and monster idiots above me in a circle

Fat heads and pie holes wide open like their steroidish eyeballs were taped like broke fingers

At One, attention and ready, willing and able to execute commands-orders of pain, my dears.

I’m the carnivore and herbivore stuck here on a cosmic rock-dusted white dwarf or red giant

A singularity shattered that last deep spread-out, fly like an eagle, breathless kid on my knees

Heart and soul of an imaginary blind faith of what is within like illusory gods in a Space fight

Judged as nobody’s point of view, all of our assumptions’ best reasonable guess at a red light.

I ran the tolls and never paid the fines, broke the laws that I made through the ancestral fakes

Went one way streets and two way avenues, four way boulevards and gingerbread men bakes

Walked the girls home from school, danced with the girls at the sock hops, married, fathered

Back flexed toward the ends of Time with the Ends just a last gasp for my angel wings aired.

You might see ahead of you a foot or two but around the corner, it may or may never occurr

An invisible step ahead, unseen until it’s too late to see anything at all, lights go outta here

Not that I want this or that from the minions or the powers that be not me, my chess move

Those keep the game in my solitary control, muck-mate and a check to capture the 1, Love.

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r j j stephan, i  #MonkeyConsciousnessFound

c. Martedì 18 febbraio 2020 nell'anno del Signore alle 10:10 ora solare del Pacifico

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Lynyrd Skynyrd #Platitudinous link @ https://youtu.be/m81nzZ_yX3U }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?