#PerfectPitch #PerfectGame #BettyLavette #ChetBaker

ABOUT A #HEAD, BRAINS’ BLOWN!*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 21, 2020

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Remember if you can, 1950-1965 decade and a half, be alone, easy now mindless, remember?

Part of you is ignorance and that is the bliss you have in your soul, recall which boy’s for her

‘Round & ‘round, ‘til your backside’s inside your corporate employer’s red turn-coats, we blue

So deep purple, ultraviolet & infrared up inside Holy cosmos’ rock full of H1 hehl too, foofoo!

Behind the screams of joy and desperate scraping of the bottom of the barrel for the bastards

They all were born in a test tube of muck and mire, your mother, your father, sister & brother

They all lost the Joy in the middle of their quest for happiness or at least the avoidance, Pain

Suffering ain’t the way, save yourself, save your life in a Bell Jar with a Bell Curve of disdain.

I ain’t the One you’ve been lookin’ for, pass on by as if you got blinded by black light, it’s mine

White light blinds you but you can see in the darkness, I am all there is in the Void, only me

The way it’s always been, the way memories flow through the riverbed of a skull, crossboned

Treasure rollin’ downstream from the mountaintop of snowbound love, no secret, we rocked.

Stoned out of the mind of the creator of my specific, a particular midnight in California highs

Freezin’ in Sierra Nevada’s range of exploding starstuff, all of us, all of It left in frozen thighs

Where your mama and your grandpas walked on the burnt stardust, a Supreme’s fund hedge

Punks in hell, in charge, ignorance pregnant with idiots, morons leading over to a cliff’s edge.

Chickens, pigs, sheep, cows, bats, eat them all and shat them out into piles of silver and gold

Mentally disturbed for the sake of mankind, it’s doomed to go into a snake’s grass to get old

Layin’ around in the mud, the blood and the beer of Hamm or Schlitz, Germanic hops’ water

Alcoholics love to be high and drunk because it’s better than deep depression, failed survivor.

Smoked, drank, ate the living once the things died or got killed, fired up, handy hunter apes

Killer of the troupes’ future manure to keep the world revolving, orbiting, smokin’ the vapes

In a pipe or in a paper, either way the leaves of the trees and bushes, are Medical milk-teats

One or many, pawns got no special way to know, it’s all in the akashic records, forget about it!

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r j j stephan, i *Do Not Worry About Me I Got My Memories - I LAVORI DI BETTY🐢 Lavette!

c. Tuesday, April 21st, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2:22 Ante Meridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Jammed while listenin’ to #BettyLavetteMusic I LAVORI DI BETTY🐢 concert at the #EFGLondonJazzFestival Ronnie Scott's Jazz Club on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2dx_Nk1Jv4c & @ChetBaker #Strollin link @ https://youtu.be/lpGpndN4q5U }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FourTwenty #420 #WTH #ItsYourThingDoWhatYouWannaDo Eh? #ItStonedMeToo 4 2 0 #ThingsHaveChanged

4:20 UNDER A STONE ROLL SIEGE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 20, 2020

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It is an Alpha and an Omega just for your edification, don’t want to frighten you into oblivion

Right here and now, it’s all a matter of who of us whines loudest for fake alien viral infections

Before the TV and the radio voices comin’ from an alien’s form of electronic system of gadflys

You would have no idea that people all over the entire planet Earth get sick to death, she dies!

Just like your ancestors and descendants you will become extinct from the R & R hall of fame

A moment prior to the last day you and I will be alive, we will all recall this live, evil congame

Confident blind faith in the unseen, superman master of the universe will lead to a BBQ feast

Empty of things and the very definition and essence of Nothing itself, it’s Nature, The Beast.

From any angle, acute or obtuse, either way it’s less than 180 degrees or more than the One

A degree is more than paperwork from schools private and public, degree means you’re done

Warm spot in my heart for my alcoholic brethren on empty, thank God for #7-11’s artichoke

Paper products, chicken eggs, got the cow muscle meat & slabs of swab tested pigs in a poke.

To eat & work, to pay the rent, to be or not to be, that is a question I’ve eaten for 3 on a dime

I know, I know that it’s a matter of time and for a simple mind like my own, very little time

Notion of the Truth given by the philosopher that chomps on Noam Chomsky, man to notice

Shorter much less than Plato, Socrates and Kant or even Karl Marx, he’s real, a #SoulOnIce.

Wealth’s corporate power to masters of the golden ivory tower of insane Noam chump clowns

God danged and put your megalomaniacal philosophy bytes of blaming masters’ slave peons

Debate between ignorant fake-minds which got flushed down clown outhouses of extinct sons

Fossil fuels, bank philosophers’ hopelessness, #Fakenews caused extinction of our species.

What are you talkin’ about, what do you mean, there’s a man you think is reasoning, my son?

How many idiots does it take to make an Ethics of God’s command to the queen-king chimps

Calling the great men bad men and calling their own kind of men, the bad men, a great One

Internet fabrication of a lunatic, an idiots friends, morons eat the datum of chimp chumps.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, #420 April 20th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Pure Void evaporated onto this illusory page while listenin’ to Chomsky reveal his lack of counter-intelligence briefing attendance, regarding US Security Systems listenin’ to a scholarly presentation & then, when I could not bear another moment of the blather to listen to #WARtheBand #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q3FimSlvVT4 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyesUsedToCare #ThingsHaveChangedNow #LockedInTight #OutOfRange #RobertZimmerman *InspiratedSound*

KICKIN’ RUBY SCAT OUT THE MUD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 19, 2020

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Red rocks get the attention, watch this roll from Memphis to Cairo, lookin’ for the queens

Kings just one move at a time, up, down, left, right, that’s all there is my Kings of jalopies

If and only if you are the One who traps the lost and idiotic, then you can serve nobody, eh?

Yes, that means You and I, we serve somebody we don’t know by any name other than Ga!

No, not the dictator, the king or queen or the proletariat but it is the chairman of the phqdup

Meaning what I meant bored to be serving somebody will get you a ticket to ride out of here

In Space, here and in this Time, now we know what must be done for food and toiletry paper

No rest for the wicked and no rest for the good and especially for the ugly, need to wrap it up.

Invisible mountains, boulders, rocks and stones turning pebbles into the cosmic gunpowder

It will blow but nobody knows when, we know why though, the rocks of this planet serve It

Cosmically terrestrial yet within and without the 208 bones you call your Self, that’s chowder

Burn them or bury them at the end and it won’t matter to any souls left above and below It.

Still of whiskey and burning plants under the moon’s shinin’ reflective light of the dark star

Bright in the day, red hot like a philosopher’s stone, crimson ruby red with the magic Word

It’s a gamble to get One but if and when you do, everything will become as clear as Web mud

In a gnarled mess of order and chaos, the confusion and order is astounding, said a li’l bird.

Pumpin’ it up to a higher level, decibels in a ultraviolet realm where even the evil ones steer

Clear of the Void that will suck them into oblivion, as they deserve since they forgot the tear

Bribes are a comin’ to shut your yap and be as silent as the lambs who haven’t been born yet

They’ll get their cotton sheered and be naked lamb chops in two shakes, no time at all, shyat!

Heard the herd call of the tame and wild, it’s a silent scream for something in outer Spacers

Cunning and innocence mix well with the hammerheads who claim to be usurper scammers

Think of it this way for a moment then go back to your Earth dirt replicated, numbskull fauna

Exist without The Code, DNA born to a cat’s Pride, a goddess’ Singularity, We’re One, Duh!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 19 avril deux mille vingt, Anno Domini

#ONE #ThatsAllFolks

#ServeSombody #ServeYourSelf #ServeNobody

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W.W.A.R.D.?