#DoggieInTheWindow #Priceless #Aerosmith #JimmyBuffett #Parrothead

SIMPLE-MINDS UP SHTZ’ CREEK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 18, 2020

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Eyes opened and closed in a blink, a flash of star-burned light filters through the cloud nines

Where ever the things move above and below the ground, diggin’ or crawlin’, walkin’ or flyin’

Ends will come high and grade school’s thought forms that snagged a spark for a few joy rides

Happy hour was every one of them that mattered here and now, living was better than dying.

Yet, there’s no way out of the dilemma, knowing it before it happens makes it happiness here

Knowing there’s absolutely Nothing aware after we die, our minds, we animals die, don’t care

On to the afterlife where your archangels fear to go, where God gets irritated by you, oh hehl

Missing points bring us to where we want to be, where the long gone place is, it’s where I fell.

No coming back, no reincarnation as the story tellers and liars related their tales and fictions

Still in written word form on pages of books, to read in languages alive and dead for the eons

Monkeys and fish seem to have left the others behind, eaten and drank it all up, Earth Ends

Claim to fame either gets you what you need when your dead or it’s just a whiff of trash cans.

You love what you’ve learned your elders loved when you were a little daughter and tiny son

Your fault for all of the decisions you make based on their teachings, it’s only right you do pay

Stupid is as stupid does, ignorance is bliss in some form or another, can’t get far with an idiot

It takes one to know one, dolphins make me high too but I don’t tell all, it’ll git me buckshot.

Letting you know where to find me when I’m dead, I’m goin’ straight down to the core’s pit

Down below this dirt in the inner space above absolutely nothing, a vacuumed Void of scat

Without a subject or any objective, there is the absolute left to predicate the bizarre display

Day, night, spun & wobbled around, showed the way, tomorrow for some will never be today!

Then and that means if and only if everything goes as planned, then it’s one last chance to do

What you always thought you wanted to be a good man, a bad boy took the time row in a flow

Down river with the drag of the ocean’s attraction due to centrifugal spirits keepin’ us in Pain

Species beings extinct, good, bad or fugly deceit, skewed vision’s insanity, a 2020 AD reign.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Drafted behind the background of Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville Ocho Rios Jamaica link @ https://youtu.be/Omox2ci5yB0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SloGinFizz for everyone! #MajorGeneralC-loGreen @DarylsHouseClub #KillMarxYesterday

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 }

FINIS

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 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?