#ChineseBuddah #ChineseLaoTzu #ChineseChecker

MITOCHONDRIA #FAKENEWS ACID

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 21, 2020

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A dead man and dead woman were my ancestors who conceived the notion of me without you

Meaning of the substance that was mixed just before my presence became all that I am, a fool

Only because I have some modicum of blind faith, an inability to jump to a conclusion’s row

Maddening disagreement on an initial all too human assumptions of logic, reasoned just so..

If and only if the non-sequitur applies to everyone who will ever have been alive, here & now

Then and only then will I personally accept the notion and subsequent conclusion a cash cow

Old gold and property of the Crusaders of the entire Middle Age era is the thing itself, papal

Pretending to be a subservient pawn, bishop or queen to the king on the game board’s stable.

In due time in this space, right here and now moves the unmoved mover to drop a thin dime

On the In and Out of the baby boy who grew from two cells of a good, evil specimen sublime

Created from what came after the Void, what never came at all, that’s why y’all can’t siesta

No rest for mighty gods, sisters all confided in me, a low price philosopher, a fakedass fiesta.

Begin, eyes wide open, ears turned on to the linguistics, scents to whiff and smells too tasty

Nothing like an indeterminate principle like what came first, the birds or the yokes of a bee

Of course money doesn’t grow on trees but it is a tree before it is money or rock & roll cream

Fool’s gold and quicksilver to distract your soul from the Truth, apes are men in a wet dream.

Last day alive, I’m cuttin’ to the chase with you, regardless of consequence, oh I’m a bad dude

Descendant of your great, great, great, great grandparents, we cousins of Texas T, oily crude

In this conscious awareness we make a move toward the buzz, lettin’ it all be my blown mind

It won’t be as long as it might seem watchin’ the old folks encounter corpses of the third kind.

You can rest in peace or you can stay inside of the divine unrest of One, unfit to bow or kneel

It’s a gun or a sward, a knife flashin’ before somebody’s eyes wondering about that Viral feel

Apparently a bat or rat or armadillo or bear or wolf or lion are never responsible for DNA acts

They don’t want to be secondary cosmic slop/scum fauna to be eaten humanely, #FakeFacts.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, 4-21-2020 A.D. @ 5:33 PM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to #YouCantAlwaysGetWhatYouWant & #HITS by The Rolling Stones on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/krxU5Y9lCS8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FerryAcrossTheSound #RubberBandMen #PapaDontTakeNoMess @JamesBrown @ChetBaker

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#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 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?