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ADRENOCHROME CREATURES, YUP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 17, 2020

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Who made God? Adrenochrome is correct, it’s all a divine comedy of tears’ hunger scheme

Sometimes the genome forgets about the nature of Reality and transitory solo existence son

Food to feed the hunger for Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, an American dream

One for all and all for One, except that’s just a motto, not reality, it’s really, Many for a One.

Not only a seventh son of the original Big Bang surviving on one of the many planetary dots

Unseen by anyone with eyes, unknown by anyone with human brains, a UFO intrigue for tots

Stroking the hardest rock, playing it as loud as possible on steel string guitars’ wah-wah hive

You know nothing, something that’s just fine but it won’t help, you ain’t the fittest to survive.

Specially made, kept in a vintage vault, hermetically sealed cavern, beneath Pacific Stone sun

Twixt the roses and the rocks of golden ore from the rivers of silver blood, Mamasita amigas

She was here before me and she’ll be here, dissolved into empty essence, faux holy simulation

Content is the matter and the shape is the form, once at One becomes the thing itself, it’s me!

Think, growin’ rich in ignorance available to every thought without any rationality’s schtick

Party started long ago, prior to the seventy years I’ve cruised in the womb of mother’s blues

Mine and yours were no test-tube, born in the garden of Eden, like the story said, Click Click

Enter a beginning, once upon a time, even if nothing similar ever occurred to us, me or yous.

Seeing inside the form into the middle of the spirit and soul, form makes no difference & then

Shaped and modified by the culture of ignorance and inherited DNA malfunction, onto Zazen

There’s only one way, one way to be in a game’s Love, Good, Bad or Blue in a sacred, high sky

Miracle that conception mitosis evolved from a Big Bang theory, only One for me, but Why, I.

Instant perfection, clear light and dead air, emptiness brings a raven’s tweet, nevermore bird

Depressed mind is not an option for divine beings occupying bad smell cities of a sloe-gin fizz

Marked on the back of the neck by the medulla oblongota and highlighted in RED, #WhatItIs

Relief from genies in bottles pecking upon your sanity, compilation of confusion, the WORD!

Got something to say about this, that and everything else that nobody gives an exertion about

It’s all academic now, fools following a fall in love and out of the same, fools’ twists & shouts

Calling out loud to the girl I love, Adrenochrome enough to be immortality’s, twitter tweet

Maximize the frequency of asking Why you can’t find a reason, annihilate god’s dams & chit!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, ROCKTOBER 17TH, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Rocked this out while jammin’ to Daryl Hall Live From Daryl's House CeeLo Green #PartyOverHere on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GoXxdObGKuI }

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W.W.A.R.D?

#LittleBigKids #TwistedUpInTheZone #BluesInG #PickinAndGrinnin'

CLEARLY A SISTER’S BLACK HABIT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 16, 2020

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Nuns got it all out of the way, hot, black habit in front of my eyes, September to May or June

Taught me ABC’s & Spelling & Science & Mathematics so I could study Philosophy, the rune

A rock, a stone, a pebble or a boulder will all crush the tiny, microscopic piece of a hired gun

If and only if there is a God, One creator of this entire world’s shenanigans then I’m The One.

A bum trip into the past from the first trip to the final single file to do this and that, My Way

For One thing, nobody gets out of here alive, nobody, either you're buried, rendered or burned

Bottom line is below my pay grade to comment and above the line is the same, I’m befuddled

I don’t mind, it’s the Way down the middle of the path but nobody told me where it’s going.

Therefore, I trudge ahead blindly without an inkling of the thing itself, singing and playing

Games of order and logic to mend the natural chaos of the dream within My dream, I’m king

Of nobody and nothing other than the 208 bones I control when I ain’t locked up in Sing Sing

In jail cells of the men and women who want to capture my soul’s spirit in a metal trapping.

Fake news and the reports of the past times of history, recorded by imperfect sailors at sea

So, now it’s you get what you got and that’s all, evolution of the consciousness to gain light

Wisdom and knowledge of the Middle Way of ingesting all of the Good, The Bad and Ugly

Running in and out of Time, Past to Future because the Present is a flash in the black night.

So much has been recalled and forgotten in the middle of chaos, young get old and we all die

Crying and fretting really have no effect on the genome’s health, DNA’s set in a Rosetta stone

Red or blue is cool voodoo, mixing them gives you the purple haze, a sweet taste of cherry pie

Boston crème or Lemon méringue on One plate’s dish, smokin’ hot, I am the wall of the fly.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, ROCKTOBER 16TH, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan Tokyo, Japan Jan 24, 1985 link @ https://youtu.be/i3wgzIphPJQ }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#GotTheFeverAndTheCure #AllINeedIsLove #WorldOfBeautyEcstasy #GroovinOnAThursdayAfternoon #SomeoneOpenedUpADoorForMe

RASCAL MIDGETS’ WORDS OF ID

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 15, 2020

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Realization heartache and heartthrob are not important, yields mating for survival of forms

In any lingo, sounds out of hot women and cool men blowin’ smoke from deep black holes

Long time in Space wasting for nothing anyone can put their fingers upon, acting in roles

Ignorance is the feeling of bliss about nothing, no worries at all, survival’s fittest is worms.

In or out of the atmosphere, the dream remains the same, “X’s” First Cause of special effects

World, the Earth, this planet rocks and rolls in the sanguine remnants of the remission to be

From this tiny speck of dust we shall rule the solar system and galaxy, it’s ll up to you and me

Queens and kings put out the lost stories to eek out their eternal Time, teaspoon swingin’ sex.

Put it all away deep n storage ready for retrieval at any given time, any moment now, let’s go

Around the world in circles just because there’s nothing else to do, you gotta be kiddin’ mojo

Brought y’all through the muck and mire because somebody had to do it, pray your karmas

Sensation of the thing itself’s Form occupies, that’s Life, what all the people say, pas & mas!

I found what I lost and then I gave it to a stranger who needed a buck, crumbled into a line

Slung the blade and fired the 9 over and over again for the master’s of the universe, it’s fine

Long time in Space wasting for nothing anyone can put their fingers upon, just fine like it is

I dreamt about the boogie woogie and me, rhythm and blues and the rocks fell up to ol’ Mars.

Death comes callin’ any time, comes and goes, sometimes takes a soul to it’s everlasting Ends

Rent to pay, food to eat, sleep to feel rested and forbidden from touching the skin and bones

Of other women and men who’re alive and blow gas/air in and out of the world’s lame brains

Sooner than letter, she will swallow the lines, the tripe and insignificant will triumph over It.

Certainty is a broken heart in the middle of Babylon, purple and gold destroying living dead

Forgetting about indiscretions and the guilt of acting selfishly, so you don’t forget about me

Sweet thing save my soul, take me home and tuck me into the arms of heaven, my 4 post bed

Forget about it all, clear of the metadata, nothing to recollect, nothing’s all about a holy Void.

To and from the sun’s atoms, we come and go like it or not, it’s what we are, shallow and deep

Nucleus to the Void of the Universe where I can’t go because I’m already there, as are sheep

Fame and fortune will delay the final moment of the fight for the good, bad and really ugly

On it, like I use to say when I knew the action to take and was ready to execute, Rascals see!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 15TH, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Drafted jam’ to Stapless #LetsDoItAgain @ https://youtu.be/OOHTaknPTek & #IllTakeYouThere @ https://youtu.be/6gpzVCFrKWk ...I will always get the good lovin’... }

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W.W.A.R.D.?