#DontCallMeBaby #GlitterInYourMindOnly #ThisIsTheTwilightZone

CONSEQUENCES OF UPS & DOWNS

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Richard Joseph Stephan ·Friday, August 14, 2020

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Drank the whiskey and blues’ wine until I collapsed, drunk in the can, the way it is, so fun son

Blind alleys for the sight challenged cats who run the dozens or the ooze who sap the gold egg

When you were too lazy to labor for your brow sweat, you chizzled monkeys brains well done

There’s a will inside of the matter and form I got right down here, I’m drivin’ this money rig.

Devils are never outside of me, I can literally guarantee it, sweatin’ sunrise on Gideon slump

I’m not afraid to walk alone and be the only cat on the fence, so everybody cryin’ #JustJump

Like I was on top of the Hancock or Empire State Building and there was no King Kong skit

Just me and a long way down, very far away from the Earth I was born and raised in scat.

As if someone ever knew enough to be not only a human who knows the Truth, so baby small

That’s a fact of life my father, my daddy, my papa, the old man in the truck said of holy chops

From home to the school to the draft board to a home for me and my young kin, grati pops

Couldn’t have hit 1 baseball without you playin’ #WhiffleBall and #Fastpitch vs. a brick wall.

Delivery of the declarations of independence from the #FreeLunchFund, to be a man in a sin

To be a woman at work, to be a child at work or a horse, or a dog, a sad clown or a rich farmer

Not only am I one or the other of the above, got no freedom to choose the lot I’m in for karma

I pay for the mindset of deep amnesia regarding Earth’s revolution, Cosmic slop of hydrogen.

I was one of the gypsies, one of the giant pygmies, saved by the monks, nuns and priests post

Hooked me up with mom and dad when I was a newborn to the Roman’s secret eat-God host

For the sake of Blind Faith in the Creed, Words of foreign lingo translated into a faded shoot

But why in the end it makes no difference, now that’s the Truth, enjoy the ride & then caput!

Recombine the DNA ad infinitum until the extinction of the genome is immanent, it’s a ruse

Playing the players of the games until they run out of gas, figuratively and literally down deep

That the water you need to stay alive is too far down in the ashes to find the flow, sew to reap

Then again, soothing magic which is what happens when you become the food, Life eats you!

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r j j stephan, i

c. C’est Vendredi, August 14th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #LIVEconcert recording of #TheBoss Bruce Springsteen #CrushOnYou & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RF7sfErwIgU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoUpBoutTwoMilesTurnLeftThenRight #AllTheWayUpToHeaven #LosLonelyBoys #NewOrleansFunk

 

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

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?