#HighRadicalsLowIntelligenceQuotients #MultiplyTheDivisionBells #ShitHappenedInMarchSeventyThree 3-8-73 #HappyBirthdayRichieStephan #ItIsDone #NewRadicalsPilotHills

TO BE AS YOU WERE, AS IT'S ALWAYS BEEN, IT DEPENDS

If I were you, I'd listen very carefully to what I'm relating to you in a Word, Bon Scott's eyes to scan

Put that failed kidney, ulcerated, organic malfunction back where it came from, an idiot's royal scam

Barking, purring, whistling the star spangled banner type of parrot heads that talk turkey with gusto

Ends of the pinks of inner realms' cool to the hot but pink's just purple-lite, my go to guy, de facto.

 

Forever and an Earth day, wobbling in a circle on an invisible axis that doesn't exist, Nothing at all

Nothing matters even if it used to matter before I got here and opted out of my contract, as I freefall

From ceilings and domes, even the canopy of the atmospheric pressure upon the poles, in perihelion

Portions of the superior and inferior are imprinted indelibly upon the acid of the genes, code of a jin.

 

Stuck in a bottle with a cork stoppin' the gaping hole, it's all I've got in the world, my pillow corner

Nobody knows and nobody cares about anything I'm saying or what I'm doing before their very eyes

Like magic, causes have no effect & some effects lack a cause, in retrograde of Mars' & Jupiter's sin

Fate's finger is complicit and the rest is history, animals evolve and put the nature of a beast within.

 

Noodles and soup to soothe the savage beast that walks on locked in bones, no causes & no worries

Nothing to feel ashamed about and nothing to be proud of because it's just the motion of the ocean

Moving the unmoved into an eternal, perpetual motion of atomic love and charm, H-bomb of peace

Without me or right when I stood upon some of the concrete and steel from ZZ Tops crib, Rock EZ!

 

De facto defunct, by it's very nature, neither here nor now, earthbound bones from a maroon's zipgun

Comin' in and out of consciousness, asleep and dreaming or wide awake and in a stupor, to have fun

Games played, finished due to exhaustion and ready to turn off the projector and recorder, all to sleep

Not enough gives into hallucinations and too much allows disengagement with this living in the deep.

Horizontal bopping me and vertical leaping the divine innocence, puts me in a place in Space of envy

Nobody will take this away from me and none will know it's power over One soul and no other, saavy

Like soup and crackers, the rest can just eat cake like their mothers and fathers used to do, love of God

Unseen yet deposited as the Matter that preceded the Big Bang, an illusion of pirates & kings of blood.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  March 8th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 Post Meridian PST

{ Jammed while listenin' to @BobDylan #ThingsHaveChanged link @  https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }

 

🎂🎂🎂  HBD @RichieStephan 3-8-1973 <3 pops

#IWillDeckYouRichie #FromEarthToTheMoon #ThanksPops #Hendrix & #Dylan & #Leff { My gramma, #GertieLeff in same Renton, WA cemetery near JIMI's monument 'round Renton/Maple Valley }

ALL HANDS ON HADES' DECK, LSD DOSED LOSERS, CROSS ON THE GALLOWS
I will give you this here jitterbug rag & all of that there, all things of mutated conceptualization
As if it matters once you & I lose our personal consciousness, as if our deceased prestidigitation
Calls the Causes, a feature of the Word, sounds of the soul's recombinations of vocalization sin
Originality cornered, mortal disobedience to random communist manifestos kill saints & sinners.

In the end or so I've been led to believe from the texts I could actually read, we're as dead rocks
Waiting for obliteration in the Black Hole down the road post Nova or SuperNova actualization
Watching the meters for the signals to alert the mainline of constructive destruction, that's life
It is indeed, the last bastion of the mindful ones who have no blind Faith in gods or DNA's wife.

...in the beginning, nobody was there to record the happening, in the end, it's educated guesses
Brainwashing the young kings and queens in the K-12 & above, beyond the heavenly goddesses
I am what I've always been, ask anybody, a speck of dust in the Cosmic Slop, mess of fake Spirits
It's the substance you can't name, the origin of Matter itself is Occult for a rational reason, a ditz.

On you & your monkeys, naked apes & a four-legged menagerie, inter-dimensional alien UFO lore
In prehistoric terminology, Life was NOT a random DNA implant on Terra Ferma, ET's bow to gods
Occult opened the dream and exposed the mind, as it performs it's job in a deep somnambulism
One into two and three up to infinity is the Way, your Karma is the Way, a Free Will in a schism.

In a hermitage or atop of a skyscraper in #GothamUSA, nobody can hide from the Ends, word up
Not only did some mothers become impregnated with 'us' against their wills, also they hate 7up
I don't care that freedom's not free and stolen right out from under your bloody face, gettin' old
Losin' hands dealt to Jinx & Miss Lucy, left to roam among the herd, irresponsible for bein' rolled.

#WTH is that chick doin' sittin' here on my lap, it's my dream and all hell's gonna break loose too
Both of my hands have always been on deck, the voice in the speaker changed it all, shootin' pool
Human minds' loose ends, ask all our kin who already died lately, extinct soul of disembodied goo
Jumped headfirst into the end, Hollywood made a trippin' star, jumpin' in a lake, dyin' like a fool.

Do you smell the fragrance?  It's just one big lie and you have nothing to do with a shot of a leg
You & I will find our last song before or after OUR Last Day on Earth, it's gonna blow the graves
All of the headstones & crosses and stars of original stars, kings of the world, born of queen egg
You've been there & done this, nobody survives heavy traffic or lucky gold strikes of God's slaves.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, March 7th, 2021 Anno Domini
{ Gods and the Cro-Magnon cosmic jokes cracked on the people that used to care, just because #ThingsHaveChanged @BobDylan #ThoughtHeSawSomethinMovinJitterbugRags on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#TourD'force #TodaysTwoFerOne #WaitForIt

YO-YO WAS A COLD ONE BUT, HELL MAN, SHE SAID SHE WAS UGLY BAD, NO GOOD
In perfect syncopated motion, First Cause to the final Black Hole of sweat, your departed bones
All in a nice pile where the living felt you'd cause no more harm to your friends and folks' in hell
On the wake nights, used to be 3 but now, it's 2 and they're all stiffs dyin' to get in, it's a ritual
Thirst and hunger go far, far away when it's curtains for you and me, needs and wants all cancel.

High and dry like it was always supposed to be like this, where is that written and by whom, eh
About the only thing you can do for the sake of keeping this diatribe in the ebb and neap flows
River running backwards to where it came from & then some, movin' the good, comin' to blows
Defiance livin' in a twelve pack I got sittin' on the shelf, damn babe this has to be a tornado eye.

Systematic racism is the evolutionary tool that homo sapiens used to dominate the sub species
After that function of being the greatest tool of mankind, you want to revoke it's use to kiddies
A revolution can be smelled on high when a Declaration cancelled We The People of us & them
In a vortex of atomic waste, we find ourselves within, call it a spirit or a soul, either/or l'haim!

As if the hairless and helpless from infancy to adulthood is any kind of a survival tool, as if is right
Reason being, the homo sapiens were not evolved here on Earth, implant of another star's light
Infinite unfathomable, silent & still, yet someone other than YOU's in charge of the bells that toll
It's all a matter of which way is up from the North Pole, which way is down from the South hole.

Many have claimed that nobody's perfect, from their imperfect judgement of the showdown right
In reality, somebody is perfect or else death claims the fake identity, health care worker hindsight
Prejudice when I inject asp venom of a talking radio, prejudice vs. masculinity, immuned A-teams
Menudo soup in cosmic dust left over from Big Bangs of a Bong & the headlights are highbeams.

Twitching and knee jerking my way up to the look on your face when you realize that you're out
Of this place in Space that you've become accustom to bending to your knees and kissing a boot
It's all the many isolated draft dodgers can handle, bums on the corner begging for a snow drift
For a price more or less than everything you have in your possession, counted 1 red stone to lift.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  March 7th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 12:01 AMPST
{  Jammed to @Nazareth #HairOfTheDog & #HITS @https://youtu.be/x-Bg0jjJhgQ }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?