#StuckInTheMiddleWithYou #ButWhyAreYouHere #EverybodyElseIsLongGone #ThatsAllFolks

SHOWOFFS & BLOCKED #TROLLS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, August 30, 2020

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I will miss this place in Space when I see no more, vision becomes awareness of this 1’s Void

Utter singularity at the bottom of our hearts and deep within the blue blood of a hemorrhoid

It fires up the smoldering embers that haven’t been on fire in eons, running the dozens hoods

With or without you I move to the beat and rhythm of sirens crying to the stars of the woods.

Inside seven seas, It begins underfoot of transitory incarnations, homo sapiens drop a dime

The animal ovulation of Eve and the process of becoming present to in-breed & to reproduce

What this substance is, this effulgence pouring out from the center of the matrix’ ace & deuce

In a mix just to bring the alpha to face the omega before it’s Time yet it’s Space is in due time.

For me the most important chops and shreds I can muster is this iota of prime ribs off a slab

Vamanos means come on, let’s go in Latin and you’ve no free choice when you hear The Call

When Corazon Espinado comes in television, she’s replace by my love in my life, oh Carolita

She moves better than I and she thinks more clear and is actually God’s gift to this solo mio.

Nobody can ever stop me from being right next to the bones and a beauty bleeding bladder

Can’t play games with her that I learned from the block, in the hood world, she knows Fear

Nothing escapes the locks of the gold and silver mines within her 999 cc’s of off-grey matter

Meridians, perimeters, boundaries just more words for Nothing, the Void, All There Is here.

Out of the blues in and out of everywhere that you hope is more than it appears to be, empty

Specifically, if there is no river, there’s no creation of a river bed, if there’s no men to be free

Of the snakes and rats who seek and destroy what’s left over by random, holy rat’s odd maze

Mean streets and deadend crossroads up the freeway, down the turnpike, jam expressways.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, August 30th, 2020 @10:10 AM PST

{ Drafted post-pandemic while listenin’ to #WhenTheGeneralsTalk by https://youtu.be/OcKcjpSWmm0 & @CarlosSantana #LIVE2020 https://youtu.be/Afaf6YWWqD4 & watchin’ #ShaoLin https://youtu.be/pcIuVT3X_UI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Movement & #Overture #RhapsodyInYourFace @MorganWallen @BrothersOsborne @TheRascals

LINE UP THE WHISKEY SOURS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, August 29, 2020

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Skipped the parts that I couldn’t understand, taking tests about the content of my character

Vacant of matter and energy which is lost if it’s ever found within the thing itself, I hurt her

Hometowns are accidental and depend solely on whether or not a Soul is ready to be alive

On the subject of the action verbs that move the objects and predicates, it’s all illusory jive.

I know one thing only, that is a tautological argument, I know Nothing, Everything is Void

In the condo, on the beach, on a date or deep in trouble with the order of the laws of psychos

Preening their feathers dead underground, six or three feet under, depending on Pink Floyd

Breath is taken out of your face and lungs, like it or not, Time and Space’s clock of cuckoos.

Seven up and Seagram's 7 flow the conscious animal into the river current of pure happiness

Way before the last call for alcohol, three sheets to the wind and passed out in the high weeds

Everybody lost track of my boots, so did I, my bare feet missed my @TonyLlama hot cowboys

Stumbled in and out of the saloon always gettin’ a shot and a pitcher of Ale, need some toys.

Unionized for the imperfect pouring of whiskey into empty glasses, need to think hard about

Facts and pretensions to help make it through the daily grind of moving in and out of doubt

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, cousins, administrators, employers, y’all wanna be astute

I can’t create Reality, survival of foreign bodies is God’s double vision, so urgent to be caput!

She said I was out of line and there wasn’t a line at all, straight or curved, fast or slow, so true

Perfect to be a function of all there is, First Cause and the Big Bang fornicated the Big Bangs

Resolved by friction and spontaneous combustion, absence of form’s shapes’ crimson screws

Turning into the ultraviolet violins and the infrared trombones, holy rhapsody of the blues.

Fallen from trees, plateau cliffs and just tripped over my own size 10 clod hoppers, my Words

It sounds a certain way, leaves an impression of what can be repeated, tweeted like Freebirds

In or out of a pickle’s costume, dancing like everybody loves your moves, show off the delight

No chance to fail, success is the narrow Way I’ll always be right side, being wrong, let us fight.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samadhi, August 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:11 PM PST

{ Took it down a notch, while listenin’ to the Brothers Osborne to #SlowYourRoll link @ https://youtu.be/0eERCG_pBUs )

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Ready to Roll? One, Two, Three Margaritas, #HeySenorita #WellBeGone #DriveMeHome #TakeTheLongWayAround

SHOTS, GAMETES & CUTS OF A JIB *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, August 28, 2020

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Wrung-out, false images post mortem, coming in sacred flashbacks from light hidden within

Little fagots are millionaires and the progeny of the liberators get welfare screwed magic men

What in Sam Hill at the planet’s core are we all doing here, waiting to live or die without me

That ain’t ever worked before and it’s not gonna work tomorrow or today, Hick Life’s for free.

The redundant reincarnation of the thing itself that is the First Mover of the Substance’s form

That is the nature of the Beast, a universal principle in particular, atomic quark of the system

Singularity punched up on the mighty Marconi, tuned into the Frequency modulation of Ala

Adam, Muhammad or Zoroaster or Genghis Khan please the powers that be, One that Is, Ga.

On being Substance, Form, the shape of molecular configuration during a Big Bang whimper

Moving keeps it real, reality of cosmic and infrared wavelengths and frequencies of the Fisher

Up and down, in and out, back and forth, repeat ad infinitum, white noise all in man, in kind

Specific to a reason why life breathes and thrives in the petri dish of microbes we never find.

Accident, irreversibly random without an ethical direction, immorality’s essence of mortality

In color or in black and white, the vision of the form outside and inside of the mind is of One

With the Word, the language of subjects, predicates and objects, the sixth sense drops it out

ESP, extra is not so much, it’s the essence of One man, woman & trillions of kids, divine fun.

Skunk buddies and the abhorrent smelling, burning leaves of the weeds of Mary, God’s Time

We all get the chance and some of us wave those rights to the lowly being the highest rhyme

Pink or blue blankets to welcome the infant girls and boys who’ve got a chance in hell to be

Earthbound, gravitated to the burned out star rock, Mother Earth, Walking God, now I see!

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r j j Stephan Richard Joseph Stephan, I * #HomemadeSoulChowder #NameBabiesAfterMe

c. Vendredi, August 28th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ Scribe down to Blanco_brown #TheGitUp link @ https://youtu.be/Q7U6AoZ27yE }

FINIS

HAIR OF THE DOG

W.W.A.R.D.?