P H I L O S O P H I A

Saturday, February 29, 2020

#Mellodrama & my mama's sister's brothers! #BlackInPrague @PearlJam @SkunkBaxter concert

ICEBERGS OF PEARL JAM BEACHES

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 29, 2020

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My father sat me on his lap when I was about five and gave me the facts of life, still the same

High regard of your mothers and fathers and their friends, freedom warriors full #Fakefame

World Wars One and Two, Korean, Viet Nam, Cambodia, Laos, Iraq, East Afghanistani too

All for One and One for none of y’all, the key was to do unto others like you can’t be too blue.

Listen up if you can still breathe the fresh air above the ground, below the empty space above

From the core of this spinning planet of rock, we’re rollin’ all for one and one for a white dove

And you stay floating above the water line where fate is delayed by minutes, in a nick of time

From the break of day to the sunset off in the foothills, stay awake and avoid predator slime.

Out in the wild, uncivilized plains and forms of our ancestors lurk in the smoke of the chimera

Long cool women have it all or so I’ve been told, one by one you get the gist of the schemata

Dust of burned star stuff, whisked into and out of the presence of wind pies in pale blue skies

Through the woods like little red riding hood, fearless because she’s armed with 9mm thighs.

Hammer down in a stranglehold of magnetic attraction of sight and scent, heart skippin’ it

Beats of the hippies and nogoodniks forming the hoodlum street neighborhood gangs’ chit

A club here for the kids run by the older kids and younger bangers who dropped a tattoo girl

On the backbeat of the bass and guitar flow of a rhythmic drumbeat, heartbeat-thump whirl.

Sultans of the rhythm and blues, honkies and the descendants of the tribes of another world

Now home of everyman from everywhere, the merge of friendly spermatozoa & ova pearl-jam

Coming out of nowhere, another shape and form of something out of nothing, therefore I am

What will be after the soulshine and superblood wolf moon, a long way to the top but I’ll roll.

r j j stephan, i

c. February 29th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to PearlJam LIVE in 2018 #Black in Prague, Czechia on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X33aqdYUAQM }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EatBatsMan #Viral #GrumpyWinsAgain #OccupadoMyArse #IsThisTheArmy #LeapYear2020

LOVE HOAX, ‘Y’ EXTINCT GENE *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 29, 2020

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French testing of the Latin finale in the pig pen and up high on the bucket list of divine funk

Motherless children from London to Brisbane, Rome to Nome, up and down the planet dunk

Completely UN-woke without prejudice against living things that I ingest, viral bat-rat jam

Smooth sailing ship, I’m the captain and all my hands are on deck, me, myself & I think I am.

Words of the will to power that counts on happiness displays on a sad girl’s face, smilin’ tears

Continuity of a Singularity through the Time Warp wrap-a rounds, follow my own deaf ears

Into the Deep, behind a #Wayback mirror of glass bead spells, eagle’s nuns blow a monk god

Naked apes ashore FIRST, then all aboard, eat it all and to and fro in a UFO, a space hot rod.

Flowers and the seeds that grow the fruit and vegetables in the garden of Eden, up in smoke

Friends who’ve come and gone just the same as the first, the last is the charm, I’m so #Woke

Refusal to be intimate with the Ends before they appear out of nowhere in Time’s SpaceForce

Fearing the haters and killers of happiness is the fuel for superman’s veering way off-course.

Ignorance of the species formations which tend to the extinction will come back to haunt you

Just about the time your happiness becomes reality, the Earth will revolve and cause the flu

People will die of accidents and disease and old age and now the only #FakeNews is you too

Are gonna die of some upper respiratory problem so wear a mask to keep germs inside you!

I confess I’ve been driven over 100 miles per hour on a country road in a ‘57 Chevy, so fine

Words up and down, over and over again, bouncin’ about, imploding sweet dreams, go sign

Rotating and completed the epic experience, livin’ and dyin’ let’s ride! Mankind’s funk of me

Now, it all comes down to #ThisHere to judge y’all, in Chinese funk, #KungFu leap year free.

r j j stephan, i *Redux from an original which seems to have been banned by FB ROFL

c. Année bissextile samedi 29 février 2020 Anno Domini @ 10:10 AM

{ Drafted while watchin’ & listenin’ to the new Mr.Peabody with a dumber Sherman than I recall, the original, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/R3v8K-1J8H0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, February 28, 2020

#YouHaveNoIdea #WhatItsLike @CLoGreen #DarylsHouseClub #DeepSpaceAintHereAndNow

FAVOR? ...BLOWN AIR IN A VOID

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 28, 2020

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Get the intercourse off of my cloud, it’s all mine and I don’t care if it’s #9 ‘cause I’m IT, a #1

There were six before me for mothers and fathers to dote and choke off under the big ol’ sun

Suddenly, there was only One left over in the icebox, refrigerated with the Freon's deep Space

It’s all free, we’re all hungry for Freedom if we’re restricted and shackled to whipped up face.

For the third time, you shot doubles for an hour between seven and eight, then made a date

Blind lucky as I am, I was always full of good fortune and healthy paranoia to survive the fate

Of men and mice who crawl on all fours or bipedal upright, hands free to dig deep into Sin

On mortal bones and wings, none can escape the graves of the ancestors, tombstones’ of gin.

Everybody found the alcohol and the ground up leaves and buds to become atrophied fights

Boys and girls alike, discover the meaning of life is the good and evil of their active thoughts

Nothing behind the idea’s other than empty, vacuumed progeny of vacant gods and creators

Naked apes covered in mink stoles and the mud and blood of the dead, long gone warriors.

On a timeline from the origin to the present, here you are over here, in the darkest light of Ni

Black or white matters a byte of data, where you’re from is dirty balls of sweat, planetary high

Empty ‘tween the miles of smiles and mirth generated without prejudice, feeling hot, burned

All in the family of atomic fusion and fission, a black hole in transition from a Big Bang’s Urn.

Dust of cosmic, atomic brokeback DNA mixed up directional signals, up, down, in, out, above

Whatever is below has no currency, it’s free of value and the foundation of an ultraviolet dove

Dream in a whiskey bottle or a hooka hose, that don’t confront me at all, I ignore the white lie

Pretending it’s OK to be an ignoramous or a phuqn idiot, I’m an evil genius on a SloGin high.

I will mess with your mind and your head until the day I die, you have no say in the scenario

I’m the sheet of ice you avoid, you will slide to your demise if you step foot on my surface hole

Falling into the empty liquid, the living become the dead and break down the fool’s gold show

Where in the end, comfort is good, nothing’s bad, nobody’s here, we’re all caput, “Let’s blow!”