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ROLLIN’ THE LAPIS LAZULI STONE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, August 13, 2020

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Significance of the dream within this or that dream, we ain’t got a choice either way, boo

We are consolidated into a speck of the universe that is invisible to the new US Space corp

Just in the Time of the Big Bang or the Black Hole Singularity Big Hush, what I do long for

In the middle of the road, rollin’ down the road with some orange sunshine, it’s all for you.

You wanted it and you got it, a plan crashed into the ground, into the sea of rocks and swirl

Who flew from port to port to do what could never be done in the past 20,000 years, we fly

Long guns and hair down the backs of the he-men who pick up heavy weight and fight girls

It may have been strangers on that one day when we said our first I Love You, I couldn’t lie.

Doobie doobie doo and the rest of the news spread from coast to coast, I left for the islands

Where nobody cares where I came from because nobody cares about me at all, outsider sins

Paris to New York to Hollywood to Honolulu, it’s all up to me and you, we’re all gone in a fit

Being a made man means zero to angelic actors, float down to follow us back, with a scythe.

In flight or grounded behind bars, either way the last gasp of gas is all you get, moratoriums

Up and down the same road, over and over again, ad infinitum, you know it’s forever you see

It doesn’t matter if it was only for a minute, an hour, a year or a decade, it’s a matter of forms

Monkeys either evolved as a species or they didn’t, this is a dream in a dream, chimera of me!

Runnin’ the arpeggios until they run in with the seventh chords, all becoming illusory fears

It’s a minor, major event and you never know when the significance is more than it appears

Under the substance of appearance lies the reality of the thing itself, it’s creation’s cyber fuss

Meaning nothing much but just everything mama & daddy told me, we’re lost in cosmic Lust.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, August 13th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:30 PM PST

{ Chunked out of the psyche today while listenin’ to Robin Trower brilliance @RockplastCrossroadsBonn on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ZmoMb0gNFrA }

FINIS

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#FUNKADELIC #IBetYa #SomebodyHelpYourself #BEGBUGS

BEDBUGS & THE COCKAROACHES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, August 12, 2020

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It ain’t my fault that you get up too late for breakfast and too early for supper, so bite me

And I mean that in the most respectful way, it is a privilege to take a nip at flesh and bone

Cynical scuz oozing from all pores in the universal hole, just because you thought I’d gone

Nothing was left to hold the matter inside of the framed form of skin and muscle red meat.

Down by a river or at the top of the highest mountain’s volcanic, holy pyre, mountain dew

Out of a conceptual analysis of the DNA in the nuclei of what we seem to be, to me, to you

Whatever that happens to be to avoid the pain’s suffering of wisdom and knowledge’s bum

Success and failure, two ways of looking at identical things from separate forms, #151 Rum.

Hiding in the woodwork, where the light never shines, as it is and always will be, in The Dark

Where power exists in an amorphous form of being, not just any shape of a thing itself, mark

With an X, Y or a Z as in every case, all unknowns are an empty string theory of Annihilation

Empathetic to the cause of being in a struggle to be a ubiquitous master of your mama’s sin!

Original in the woodwork of everything that’s built of tree wood, insects eat it at a rock event

If fire doesn’t turn it to ash, it will be the excretions recycled from the animation of tiny bugs

Good things to eat if you’re hungry, starving is the word, no bread or wine in the confinement

What I will to happen in the quest for survival may or may not be, but it may be heaven sent.

I concur with the conclusions deduced with good intentions, we’ve no reason to go #HeelsUp

Speakin’ Chinese on my computer chips now, I have no idea what it means by squiggly in-out

This and that object does something to someone or something else, blabbing, babbling about

Crawling around in the shadows, out of sight, out of mind yet always everywhere, #phqedUp!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, August 12th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:25 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic from 1970, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4vYZ0LQkWo0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#TuesdayTwiceThriceDice #HungryAndUnderfed #OldJazz #TwoAndFive #AllThatJive #SixFeetInTheClay #DirtyLittleSnake

ZYGOTE BALONEY, ME & A TROLL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, August 11, 2020

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It’s all the atoms in the world in One ion, so tiny it’s nearly invisible to an electronic scope

Like a quark, it’s gone the moment it’s in a space in time, a constant of animation on dope

With or without the essence of the dream being fleshed out into the analysis of Reality’s Id

A thing itself that you are so in tune with you have no idea that you are what it is, you’re It.

Fortune or not, it’s a matter of being in the right place in space at the right moment’s time

No other way to do it, it’s got nearly nothing to do with intention and desire, that is the rub

I’m told it has everything to do with my own personal power to cause effects as I desire ‘em

Think about this or that and boop, there it is like magic behind a full court press of fake love.

In a play, in a movie, on a stage or a natural mother scene, land, air and sea, link wind blows

Every single one of the living things, human or any other species of animal-plant, One & done

Coming into prominence with a doctorate in Meta-logic, nobody alive to disagree with holes

Where every argument goes with propositional predication, conclusions, command illusions.

Gas blown, rocks cracked, crushed and annihilated in the Bang of the Bigs, doin’ the Irish jig

Feelings of the electronics causing the static and getting the ending in order for a Singularity

Spies only because of the way of warriors, wanting to know the defense of a silly, dilly dilly

Before the hammer comes down, a hero comes home to cajoling by draft-dodgers, gods dig?

In the outside of the inner sanctum, there’s no air to breath so you can suffocate or suck it up

You didn’t ask to be conceived into this life but now that you’re here, it’s all on you, your bag

First Cause you are of everything you do, it’s not your coach or mother’s or father’s fault, see?

Your invisible soul has an indelible memory, you are obligated to be human, what I am to be.

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r j j stephan, I

c. Mardi, August 11th, 2020 A.D @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Ray Charles #TheBirthOfSoul #SoulDeepOne on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/f3AFhSsRyyk }

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W.W.A.R.D.?