HAPPY 95TH BIRTHDAY DAD, RIP DEAR SIR, THE MIGHTY, my main man, ALBERT RICHARD STEPHAN #HappyBirthdayPops

#AnimalsCrackers @MarxBros & a #ColaGodMother & @Skynyrd & @Springsteen etal

I'M STRAPPED FOR THIS 1, HAPPY 95TH B-DAY POPS, YO ALBERT, Y'ALL IN ON THE FIXES

Disregard your mothers of gods, they knew nothing yet survived the evolution of surreal monsters of a cosmic world

Common denominators spreading the rumours and propaganda to the meek and suffering on the way to the cliffs

To meet the maker, the creator even if it's Nothing at All, as it appears to be an illusion of the sensory perceptions

Of men and mice, it's predator or prey and that is all, grow vegetables and fruit but you gotta eat beasts' burdens.

I don't want to be one of the ones eaten, I desire the effort to be followed post-mortem, dust my bones in Cosmos

Where I come from, it's not heaven or hell my father and mother came from, it's this planet's dusty rock that rolls

Around the clock and around the star that shines with the blown hydrogen atoms flowing in a loving Time sharing

Last or first breath of fresh air is wanted, it's a very good thing, it's a gift from a caring Unknown queen or a king.

Taxes and income for the labor after the strike of workers who didn't mind the beating and torture, refused moves

Of the pawns, rooks & knights of the castles, there were checks on the mates until the 32 fell on the 64, Onenesses

Morons, junk peddlers of the Third Kind, among the mice and men who devour things in sight, raw or decomposed

High on the breeding of the artificial intelligence, the logic and reason of the substance and form vendors, all dead.

All I know, all that we all are from soul down to the bone marrow of the godsends is One on an O ring cubed song

About circling the elliptical and wobbling the gas, the liquid and the solid Soul of God or else the Null and the Void

This atomic revolutionary idea caused the Ends to become the present, nobody's fault, nobody's blame to take on

Cause and effect of allowing the apes to find the Gold and the Silver without the Power, the crusaders of celluloid.

Film heroines and heroes who are unnatural, unlike the real things of human consciousness are really living Steves

Look around you at the football, the baseball, the basketball, the hockey and soccer games, masks cover the ugly lips

As they speak the Truth or Lies of the day, the moments that fly by between the sleeping dreams at nightfallen eves

Gods spoke to noone and wrote nothing down in any language, mankind made the lemonade, drunken sailor slips.

Omega and Alpha of my dear father and mother were my life's origin, egg and sperm I Am where it begins & ends

No form-transform changes the Truth of One Thing Itself, I am what I am & I can't stands no more, Popeye laments

Hole of the holy where angels feared to roam, you never saw one fly here & now, they never existed, my ol' friends

Will to survive the Constant, a Fact of Life, if you're alive, you're gonna die, maybe painful & feel just like the Bends.

Happy Birthday #95th POPS!  Is heaven there like you told me to believe from the nuns & fathers of the holy faith?

Did you and mom get to see all of the popes since Jesus died on the cross for the mortality sins created by One God?

Hey, it was a myth right?  You gotta admit it now at least, right?  I'm OK with that, it's not your fault to be blinded

By the Light or the darkness lack of the burning star in the middle of deep space of an infinite Cosmos, you dead?

No, you can't predict the outcome, nobody comes back & gives the secret to the minions, they gotta live & die son

Like their ancestors before them, wild-eyed and bushy tailed bunnies ready to fight and die for no good GD reason

Any reason just to avoid the ennui that results from knowing that You are here and now and soon you will not be

Lucky you're still strapped in, Time's launching a legend, superior head of steam on One flagella, still One, The Only.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, February XXVIIth, MCMXXVII {2-27-1927} @ 1201 AMCST

{  #Badaboom #BamBam that one's for you pops! #WindAtMyBackForever   Share it amongst your winged friends!  #HappyBirthdayDaddio }

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#AloneAtWarWithOneLove #GiveItAllTakeNothing #HeartBrokeSiblingMuscle

LONG ARM OF THE LAW:  7th SONS DON'T GET TOO FAR FROM GUNSMOKE WARS

I got some good news & some better news so which do you want first?  It's a miracle and I see

Answered all the questions for the mysteries that confound the empty mind, to be or not to be

It's never not to be since the universe is infinite and cannot be resolved by annihilation of atoms

Void's empty of you & I & everything else with a molecule of Hydrogen, God sends all the bums.

Contract the macrocosm into a microcosm, expand the microcosm into a macrocosm, that's all

Nothing more nor less than the whole Truth & Nothing but the Truth, help your gods trip & fall

Stumble along now, the path is never easy and there's some obstacles, you know who's Papa

Gunsmoke rises to the blue sky, rocks fall down to the underground, sent to the maker, Mama.

Drunk or higher than kites ever need to be, unconsciously conscious of the subconscious mind

Blunder waiting to happen, mistaken reality for the illusion of the hallucinations of ten LSD trips

Nobody knows what you're thinking but you know what they're thinking, "I could kick his arse!"

Although it's never true, it's the thought read, the facial expression, the eyes' focus on the blind.

Shots in the dark from the shogun marriages due to the ecstasy stolen before a holy ceremony

Hard to hear soft, quiet or loud or even see beautiful or fugly, smooth or rough to Midas' touch 

It's only a matter of time before we come around to the ways of the world, kept it rollin' 'round

Before it was way too late, Truth is that the Word is stay High above or below my voice's sound.

Evil forces stop my soul from hunting and fishing for the prey I need to remain healthy or I die

If you don't like it, frankly I don't give a damn, your existence is merely one piece of cherry pie

Baker puts the fruit of the vines into the dough of the crushed up flour, divided yet still at One

In the end, solid, hard times come into vivid focus, intelligence tracks me, I'm The Seventh Son.

Got my guns and knives but the bombs blew them away with my friends and family, it's all over

It's too hard to handle the crews who cannot commit to the discipline of being a perfect soldier

Marching to the cadence of drum beats and horn blasts, around the bon fire or on the way Out

From the warm homes to hard & cold Truths away from the Fire's burned ether, do not doubt.

Hot as a six-gun pistol & just as cold as a cube of water-ice, she can work my inner sanctum hole

Where no other soul is allowed entry, there's only one allowed enter & carouse the shop's M.O.

Sun's dreams recovered, while Human's #Woke choke on spit shines & immaculate conceptions

Force of up and down, awakened, lie to me, that's all folks, it's a spell of the Origin's mortal sins.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, February XXVIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Dribbled this out of the spitune this AM While jammin' on a loop of #WhiskeyForMyMenBeerForMyHorses link @ https://youtu.be/NHoGBEaCd-M }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#YouBetterSTFU ... or else ... #YourCall #PersonaOfBovineScat #DeepDiveStareDown

"TRINITY WAS & IS WHAT IT ALWAYS WILL BE, THE THING ITSELF!"  - #NotPlato

 

GATOS OF #BOVINE-POOH, C L O W N CAVES ON MY BLOCK, A FAIT COMPLET

Some people rove the planet, motherless children who learned to act a foo fight slut

Comin' into the home base with a spike-high slide in the filthy dirt of the wet sandlot

I am deep into the broken glass from the bottles and jagged, thin tin tops, undercut

There is a day in the year that you'll die, it's unknown as if it never, ever was, I, robot.

Talent is irrelevant, it's the cyber-programming and if it's not deleted, it's the way it is

From birth until the last fit to stay alive, home run for The End, an infinity of finite fizz

Call out with One voice that's silent, blasting walls out of infinite Space, happy frown

Imagine nothing in front or behind you, naught on either side, neither up or way down.

It's not what I want or need but if you can't get past the Word, you already know Sin

Fortune to be breathing taken for granted, moved 208 bones flombet, not an option

Necessary condition for being alive is paying attention & get ready to kill for the Salt

Cocked heads and shrugged shoulders, I am not sorry, it's not my obligation or fault.

I am the pills I've swallowed to remain in tact, stop the insanity of mortality, WTF over

Moms labored, delivered and surprised us with milk from teats & warm plastic bottles

Gone fishing every day for the catch of my life, it's not under the sea, it's next to Me

On the Ends...you hope you're gonna know in Time, you won't, trust in gods, it's free!

Rent or lease or buy and own, either way you're gonna die with no clothes on, naked

As a J-bird or a holy man or holy woman who made the days move away from a bed

No sleep left during the immortal consciousness' kickin' around the warps of a clock

Watch out in front and behind you, look up and down, left and right, I AM #TheBlock!

Take five minutes to rest before you go insane in the membrane, mothers are fathers

Nothing needed in the genome of chromosomes other than the cells, go get a R O O M

It's a matter of Time in Space, things will be annihilated someday, a few million years

Bums and junkies left to save us, depend on them for the Love, it's 11:59:59, B O O M!

How will you make it past your Death?  You won't my friends and enemies, no way!

Die and that's all the breath you get, you get nothing else, y'all sins y'all takes It away

Paying for Soul & Mind, the lease is not so important any more, you are way decrepit

Function of your calculus is now as it always has been, accidental collision, God's chit!

Cats awaiting the kill & the water holes swelling with the elixir of Life, you know this

Survival of your inner spirit depends on your Defensive Offense and Will to get Bliss

Reward for the trials & tribulations of your mother's labor, blood, mud & beer foam

Down to the bone, inner sanctum of giants or midgets, only strong survive, #DieRome!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, February XXIIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini at 711 AMPST

{ Cracked out of the noggin' while listenin' to the mighty duo @Arstrong_GettyRad https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }

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