P H I L O S O P H I A

Monday, May 25, 2020

#MemorialDayTripe #ThankYouForYourService #BrothersAndSisters #OORAH

FIDDLE, AXES, 88’s & A DRUMSTICK

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 25, 2020

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#Reopening is Everything, songs sung out from the grandstand, atop of the ground, star dirty

If you’ve decided that the human wisdom and knowledge of reality’s enough, boop, there it is

But there is an alternative to the nature of perception, to feel what you can’t even taste or see

Why do you think you know when you don’t, you can’t know yet your blind faith requires this.

Truth and Falsehood are one and the same depending on who says it, Timing is everything

Right before the last breath you take, just prior to your final heartbeat of blood to the blind

Wherever that is, wherever it came from, it’s going back to, the Void, the matrix of Nothing

Beating the animal skins tightly stretched between the wood and then steel, seizes the mind.

Girl Scout Cookies can be eaten or puffed up in smoke for a good or evil reason, alpha is OM

In a context of pure critique of Reason and Rationality in general, a tool for survival of Man

You are involved in the constant and in the variable, the equation is set, a perpetual number

X marked the spot, Y tripped the multiplication’s division, never subtracting addition’s fear.

Then you’ve got the gall to impose the analyzed concepts of the Dead Men, grave-site stoned

They knew where they were going before they went and now there they are, undergrounded

Some even spread out on the land and the sea, bone chips of your DNA, ash of rubber souls

Punks finally get their dues back which they deserve because they’re innocent, black holes.

Hungry for the good thing and the rest of the stuff that’s on a dinner table but not the blood

Satiated by the food and water, the solid and liquid but suckin’ in the gas, stuck on the mud

Improve the rage with a sublime smile, same one you got on your face in the casket of blues

I resent you bringing up the death of me and you per the laws of God and Man, I’ll kill yous!

Now, tickle the eighty eights up and down the scale, beatin’ bass, snare, tom-toms & cymbals

Word of the whole story from alpha to omega, a saga of innocent idiots pretending to be pals

None but the priests and nuns, ministers and preachers and monks, I mean none at all know

Reason why atoms split, why the drums beat by my mother’s house, is ‘cause it sucks to blow.

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, May 25th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 8:08 Ante Meridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Drafted listenin’ & watchin’ #TheGreenHornet original series (1st episode #TheSilentGun) with 💪bruce lee kungfu master💪 link @ https://youtu.be/aGlb1eHTeUU }

HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY -

ALL FOR ONE & IT IS DONE!

Sunday, May 24, 2020

#DeepSpaceIce #SoulBallsOfDirtyRocks #SignsOfLife

SCHEMATIC FOR EVENT HORIZON
by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 23, 2020
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Heaven’s archangels and hell’s angels do what needs to be done to things, plants, rats & bats

Liking it or not doesn’t matter one bit to the grim reaper who waits for your trippin’ footsteps

Punks or gentlemen, banshees or prudent nieces of Eve, fear ends it all, in a N.Y.C. moment

Preventing a a blessing from above or below, it’s your time to be dead, skull and 208 pieces.

Scales of vibrating strings and blown wind into a twisted vacuums of a T-Bird air force crew

Comin’ into the Savior, the Avatar of the plagued masses and materialistic paradises for all

In the night or the day, either way the spirit of the One bleeds the gold from the holy to you

Think you know better than the best, it’s what can’t be fathomed by minds of men in freefall.

Perfectly crude in expression of pity for your superiors, relatives higher than all snarky posts

All find their church going holiness and signs of the cross to show their comprehension of It

The dream is what you call the real world you toadstool, yet there’s still a fear of the unknown

Little girls, small cousins and their grandpas, party on in the name of the father’s holy ghost.

Out of your hands when you’re the piece of mind most of humanity disregards, you’re a One

Six came before you and then seven daughters before you, the 7th of the boys, a Seventh Son

Pain & suffering out of the purview of the master, it is what it is and it’s all good in due time

Pleasure and perpetual ecstasy without guilt or penance for the disobedience, I am the crime.

Series of strikes down the alley of ten pins, everything up and down, bouncing, curtsy to bow

Each other and the boundaries of the God perimeter where angels fear to go, nor the wingless

Alive for a moment, lucky for the most part for most of the ones who get lucky while senseless

Why don’t you take a flyin’ jump off of a cliff without a parachute? Talk ‘bout yo’ mama now.

r j j stephan, i * On my wife’s happiest birthday ever, my words not hers, LOLs!

Saturday, May 23rd, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ I’m the DJ to #Megamix of my choice on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0fXk_JxBnUc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NothingWeCanDoAboutIt #MarsHome #MarsSpaceship #MARTIANS #NoSnowflakes

CORONAL OSCILLATION, BLACKHOLE PLASMA

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 24, 2020

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Presence of black holes everywhere around the Earth is an abstraction worth the high tower

Bounce high up on the board or just fling your bones off of the twenty meter tower of power

Intricate and infinitesimal as a dot as big as a mite and as tiny as a quark, take it for granted

If you dare, examine and analyze the powerful wisdom and knowledge of your acidic head.

Breathe in and breathe out the gas that you’re fortunate enough to be an adapted birdsong

Miracle that microbes refer to their ilk as human, all too human for the sake of the young

You and I don’t want to frighten the priests and nuns and the flocks of innocent minions

All innocence forced to become extinct with the enlightenment of abstract thought’s sins.

In the middle of nowhere, a rock of mud is absorbing cosmic black hole’s abstract shrapnel

That we live on top of a Black Hole which is really what the Earth is, don’t ask & don’t tell

With this planet being 4/5 H2O and 1/5 asteroid, we’re in for a graveside ride, Homer doh

It will come when it comes but it’s definitely gonna come, when you’re dead, you’ll know.

Let the Tsars and POTUS’ philosophy of life rule your very soul, disregard Socratic logic fit

Do not use reason as a tool to discover the Truth of the reason for Life on Earth, Eve stop it

If your children or friends attempt to analyze the concepts, belittle and punish Adam’s fall

You will be sorry if young adults become enlightened and discover work for pay, that’s all!

The atmosphere of Earth is so hot that it’s impossible to enter without becoming neutral

When you only want your positive and negative atomic charges to count, God’s the scrooge

Life of you and I and everything else alive, plant, animal, microbe, infinitely tiny or huge

Amorphous or in a form of beauty unhinged by the enculturated ego and id, I ain’t yo’ pal.

What I am is what you are and what you are is What, Space runnin’ out of Time’s third eye?

Check your P’s & Q’s and ask your intelligentsia grandparents what happens when they die

All that we are and all that we have is the System of the Up and the Down, Time is a matter

Origin of the Time, OXYGEN AND NITROGEN ISOTOPES retrograde spinning yo’ mama.

You are the matter in the solar system, it’s is a Big Bang you cannot conceive, wobbling blur

Gas giant in a primordial disc, Jupiter is one of the geek gods that drifts into Zeus’ queen bee

Primordial chaos of a bigger bang than you can imagine, ghost world of your atom collider

Now invisible, always there in the essence of the being, the grand illusion in perpetuity, me.

In synchronization and out of phase vibration of your nerves, animate your bones, you fool

Movement is an energy transfer, a resonance of your soul to matrix about It #mvemsunp

The moon of the Earth is not of the Earth, if you don’t comprehend, GTF back into school

Here’s a brief message for the ignoramous types, morons & idiots who can read, Love y’all!

Grand Tech hypothesis of cosmic plasma’s angular momentum, white dwarf corona slammed

Which is the normal status quo for the atoms and molecules and blown planet, God’s Sonny

Perfect as it always has been, differential solar rotation is the power, no race or color, no body

It lived, we all died, we lived, It died, a CORE of fusion, photon fission, divinity Is, damned!