#SeasonX #DumbDownHighIntellex #YouGetWhatYouGive #BootsMadeForWalkin

DIRTY BOOTS, SO IT’S A GOOD LIE!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 12, 2020 

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Y’all got the music in you, y’all got a reason to live, y’all got a lot to give this old world, mate

Freedom isn’t free and now you’ve got to pay up for your liberty to be the First and Last date

With your love of your life, this one life of the Many, the transitory state of being the bone ho

208 of them under the long hair grown silver from black, took the color out from head to toe.

Nothing to laugh at yet the Divine Comedy resists the analysis of the set up, it’s all up to me

You get what you gave, you gave nothing at all then it follows you’ll get nothing, being Tools

For the purpose of extending the words out to the infinite Ends that can never be for Fools

I’m playin’ the songs that remind me of the dreamer’s disease that got me down on my knees.

Music moves the spirit that will transit the universe, the solar system, the atomic molecules

Come home whether you’re ready or not, it’s getting dark outside and the streetlights are on

For eight hours the star hides away, the lump of spinnin’ dirt pretends it’s forever but it’s not

A fraction of a second, a tock less than a tick, amusing the One’s sixth sense of golden rules.

To be or not to be, do unto others as you would have them do unto you, First Blood’s revenge

If and only if you can entertain a moment of pure reason, a reality will be a full sky of orange

Burned the grass, the weeds and trees, killed and BBQ’d the wild life and marijuana patches

Everything you worked so hard for all of it, crop of Love, gone in a NY minute, GD witches.

Who lit the fire that started the devastating recycling of plastic, wood and porcelain mansions

Not only the Karens but also the Kens have been displaced and now, it’s above and below sins

We’re mortal, we long to be infinite and beyond the corpse of death, a spirit of 76 or a 7th son

Yet, here and now we both are, you, me and history, it ain’t nobody’s fault, it’s double vision.

I caught the baseball on a line drive over second base, I tags runners out goin’ to 2nd & third

Gone in four quarters, nine innings, three periods, what the deuce is in search of a high bird

Balls of roundness hit, caught, bounced over, onto things themselves as all of the eagles LIVE

Reasons to BE, listen to the music inside and outside, it’s a short, long ride, a reason to give.

I will gyp you one way or the other, my friends and strangers, I have no enemies of mine yet

Only the jealous who covet perfection would be upset that I have what they lack, wanna bet?

They all get what they gave and they gave Nothing, they consumed and defecated their faces

Not only have they nothing to wipe off the leftover mess, only choice is self-licking all races!

Bringing it back around to the origin of this species, this human of humanity being humane

It is only logical and practical that knowledge is shared with those who require the soul train

On board a one way trip to the end of the line, an idiot’s depot is just over the cliff, jump a Ho

Speed of light, soul’s iced and I’m on my knees, got what I gave, cat’s fat in a holy, black hole!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, September 12th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin to The New Radicals #YouGetWhatYouGive on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DL7-CKirWZE } 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RoosterGuffawing #BabyImYOurs #DanceSisterDance @Santana #COQ10

PAX ON Y’ALL, 1833-1896 ALFRED

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, September 14, 2020

--------------- #SystemsDown -----------------

Some say that there’s a time for everything but nobody knows who said it first, but who GAS?

Nobody cares if they’ve got the correct information to formulate conclusions regarding reality

Therefore, they move about the field of dreams & find the miserable lives floundering in scat

From their own kin’s aberrant behavior to the herd mentality of the mass of civilization, drat!

Fortune is a lucky injection into the causes and effects that become what is in the end, Life

A game or a serious enterprise of the Many who apparently worship the One, under the Sun

In any case, a rhyming series of thoughts and ideas to end in the final destinations sweet spot

Steal that ticket, that’s the Way, somebody else will do it if you don’t, act that power, Know It!

Then with the Unknown in your rat-snitchin’ corner, go about your animation feeling, king

Or a queen as the case may be, either way, essence of the human species is a Substance thing

Where the atomic and subatomic merge into the vortex of the Singularity, it’s never my fault

A messenger from the belly of the beast, upchucking the Lord at a last supper, for sinner salt.

Lord is overlord or under-lord but in any case, a creature feature of comedy and tragedy plays

Child and adult play their games until that bitter end corpus dilecti calling of the end of days

It doesn’t matter that the universe, galaxy and solar system are big, infinitesimal good fights

What matters is that funky, religious, apolitical skew of philosophy’s End of Queen’s knights.

On a south Monterey beach of the Pacific coast, California golden rock in a San Andreas fault

Come in the 1800’s and leave in the 2020’s and the beat goes on to infinity in a goddess’ vault

Dripping karma from seven holes in the head, tears from heaven on my way to touchdowns

Trippin’ over the footing in a headwind just before resuming the backstroke on Mimi’s bones.

Alpha males and Omega females make the world go ‘round in circles ad infinitum or they die

Without recombining their DNA product of their own ancestry’s random trip under The Sky

Therefore, besides flyin’ around the sun in space and not knowing why, there is no accident

Earth came from a Big Bang and is a microscopic bit of dust in the Cosmos’ collection of rent.

My crafted argument leaves any who follow to the deduced conclusion, then out go the lights

There is no liberty or free will choice in the mechanism, it’s a necessary condition for the con

You’ve got to blindly believe in the meaning of words, as you understand them to mean Fun

Games played between birth and death, back to sleep, as the tamed souls eat growling bites.

Yes, therefore there’s no disagreement, logic rules of reason in Zen order of subjective objects

Become the predication of the animals we’ve enculturated into fruit of animal sex production

From the skin outside to the bones and horns that frame the beasts, all of those survived sex

Brutal to the females and weak males, in defense of the useless, soft male, what’ll be will be.

If you must kill or be killed to stay alive yourself or keep your loved ones safe above & below

Interior to our Earth down to the core of it’s being, hot as the sun’s exterior, It needs a blow

From the battles of Montezuma’s halls, Tripoli’s shores or the American Civil War fratricides

My friends and kinfolk are forlorn sequestered behind their homes walls, not homeless & old.

Bricks in the wall are all there is and they’ve been reformed from the original star dust of Sols

Madmen don’t burn PRIZES in Americas’ or Euro-Asians’ 21st century thrones of good times

Space’s Time isn’t animated by nature, a paradoxical singularity generates Warp, black holes

Therefore, I’m what I’ve always been since my origin, empty fixation on narrow word rhymes.

A gist to the whole shebang leaves no question that Nothing has been what it’s all about, eh?

Emptiness outside of the matter of atoms which coalesce into forms of shaped dust to play

One happened first and then there were many, similar but not precisely like the One’s DNAs

So, it begins, therefore it ends, shirt off my back, out in the street, barefoot, robbing its divas.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, September 14th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Carlos Santana #Amigos side A & B on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lUwCUITkGwo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ClearACell #SqueezeTheAcne #GrowUpFastOrNever

INCOMPLETE, PSYCHIC MAGIC FUN

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, September 11, 2020

------------------ #GTF OUT OF HERE -----------------

Mental case of each and every one of us, deep down inside of a holy genome’s psyche

As if there is any such thing to swear by, as if anyone knows anything about a trike

Two wheels of rock, metal or rubber move this world faster than on foot, a quick shot

Humanity has bacteria and viruses to keep it in check, a Will to Power contained pot.

I know the day that this is can be forgotten but I will not forget, I’ll Never Forget, so

Be prepared for the lowdown because it comes with the parameters and the dice roll

I’m all in and everything other than me is all out, where’s my 390 million bucks now?

You didn’t pay the low level employees and a brand new security system busted blow.

Smoke and blow for the Rock and Roll is all gone, everyone will slam Jack Daniels shots

Alcohol now is getting the last call and the stache is in the sticky grip of a wolf and gadfly

All of which eats statues of liberty and justice for lunch, burn drugs, kill prisoner robots

Wild like cherries and berries that fill a pie full of pure joy, baking fruit and sugar in pies.

Free to become a dead man in due course but while I’m here and now, I’ve got an axe to grind

I didn’t ask to come here and I don’t care who you are or what you say about that, God’s find

Inside of the bones, in the brain where the psyche resides, a real delusion in your mind set

Little people beings come and go out of the ground of this being, I am one, you wanna bet?

Start in deep space, not anywhere near here and now on Earth, there’s no Time there, just be

The magic is the cause and effect of the imaginary fictions right in front of our faces every day

Demons and angels are both within and without us, behavior of the thing we are, boner blood

Where we come from and where we go when it’s over is a mystery, blind faith jump to a God.

Here’s a magic spell now, meeska, mooska, mousketeer, bada bing, now I am the faker fraud

Who I am, where I’m from and why I’m here, you don’t need to know the shape of any broad

What you are afraid of, your most deep fear of shape-shifting you think will kill you, a bat

Apes on the ground or in the trees to relieve themselves and smell like their wasted. god scat.

Kill the living and create life in love or in violent rage, it’s the human way, get your bell rung

We eat the dead things, mix them all up together in a flombet salad and recycle into my dung

No freedom to choose this aspect, it is a prerequisite to animating the DNA, to be, to survive

Ad infinitum or until the Time is up for you to breathe air and magic into you for a deep dive.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 9-1-1 September 11th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ Hacked this out of my brain this AM while listenin’ to #CoastToCoast old George Noory @https://www.facebook.com/Coast-to-Coast-am-WGeorge-Noory-192218984263501}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?