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DON’T TURN ‘ROUND RIGHT NOW*
by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, August 11, 2018

Whether y’all are comedians or just a slew of disgruntled sons of beaches doing 24 hour days

Seven day weeks, thirty day months, three sixty five for eighty or ninety Godly soul, laser rays

Yes, you were born to rock and rule the universe or at least the path you tread upon this Dirt

Where you can pretend to be A creator, don’t turn around, you’re “All Too Human,” get hurt?

OK, let’s put it in an #ElectricCompany and #SesameStreet mentality that you’ll comprehend

A long, long time ago, you did not exist here and now, now you get it right? You’re zip, zilch

Even if you don’t follow me up here, come on with me to the ultimate conclusion’s dead end

Morons and idiots are both in charge and being directed by their own ilk, warlock and witch.

Are you with me or against me? I really don’t mind because either way, I win, you’re bereft

You’re not being forced to read this (Your mama is!) but that ain’t workin’ the Feds in beds

Want some MTV awards or the Commies or Oscars to show their RIGHT, on a far side’s Left

Yoyos goin’ up and down, on strings of the current ways of ‘ear-ringed’ committee airheads.

Bringin’ it all back around to the First Cause of the whole shebang, we can’t remember Birth

First things first, we all want to survive the assaults on our presence here and now on Earth

We know if there’s life then there’s death but try not to dwell on that wild-eyed, all the Time

Crack in Space, gotta laugh or you’ll cry, smile, this can’t be an accident, my God’s Sublime!

I took a stand right up there at the top of a hill where you can’t get much higher above ground

Mighty, qualified mice ‘n men, create a notion of an emotion to lead with a #FakeNews #hoor

Philosophical spunk allowing natural beasts to inject their pre-existence into utero quicksand

Here’s the pass, One’s foot in front of another One, my dead footprints out of the EXIT door!

Extravaganza concert of the most awesome Rock and Roll ever to grace the planet’s surface

In Time and Space, at a distant place that is all right there inside your head, behind your face

Inside the skull bone, under the cranium, stoked electrical charges move unmoved movers

You’ll learn to forget about me after I’ve been gone, #falling in Time grows on you phuqerz!

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r j j stephan, i { *HEADER is a ‘self-portrait’ taken with Nothing to show for the Void! }

c. August 11, 2018 Saturday @ 7:77 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Linkin Park #WhatIveDone & HITS on a youTube link that I can’t wash away @ https://youtu.be/8sgycukafqQ }

W.W.A.R.D. ?? nothing.

#BlueBaldEagleCarrion @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

BLUE, BALD EAGLE CARRION

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

 

It isn’t worth a thin dime when you can’t sell it for a profit, ten times the first investment

If that’s the case then I’ll buy a million shares, what about you? File down rock sediment

I do not care one way or the other what you think about this or that, believe the nonsense

Appearances are all there are and the existence you see here and now precedes a presence.

In essence and for the record’s perpetual copy of the program, the DNA is the acid of God

Punched in the guts and lost the ability to breathe for a few moments....might have hit a rock

Impact with the hard place, my face and frontal #FullMonty are on the #Wanted poster block

A song to soothe the savage beast or kill a mockingbird, they see, they are legion, Aaron’s rod.

In the surgery I take flight for the world away from the OREGON border, ID, WA or the CA

Burned trees and dead animals everywhere, floating downstream to Stinky's’ won #Chitter

Chatter hasn’t a clue what to do or who to talk to, priests or gurus bow in front of rock-stones

Fire, water, air and rest are the four items willing to overwhelm a naked psyche, Dr. Bones.

I am not he, you are not she and we’ll let this all go by the wayside and forget about the ill

Not my business nor my concern to beat the bad guys up at every tomb and chamber of Ra

Up and down, sideways and backwards and I’m still in the same place I started Indi who-ha

Sabre-blinded by It and figuring how I can agree with the judges who judge, I can’t sit still!

Bourbon, whiskey, rye, gin, vodka and my kool-ade for the masses, ready to drink ‘til drunk

Amazing that I can still talk about it in a cogent fashion, regardless of my emotional intent

I hope that helps the analysis in some small way, a byte or two better than before is fine

Eras and periods of the ions means the infinite appears that way only to the finite stop sign.

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r j j stephan, i { #IllPlayTheBluesForYou }

c. August 10, 2018 Friday @ 8:88 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Joe Bonamassa #IllPlayTheBluesForYou “LIVE” #fromTheGreekTheater on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/qoX0Olfqziw }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BackToTheWorldYouNeverKnew

CHICKS NOT CHICKS & SING SING

by Richard Joseph Stephan

Friday, August 10, 2018

You, YOYO man, do what you can but don’t worry it’ll be less than to complete the mission

Neither police nor military Space Agency can help nor empty suits that soar above the redsun

Behind the smoke of the burned redwood, cedar and birch of the #GoldenState, welfare falls

People from the world STOPPED flockin’ like dung flies to the demon welfare bees with balls.

Pink and empty of the contents, it’s all fresh and new to the one who just awoke in a daymare

Lookin’ around the matrix for the keys, locked into being the best at being down, it ain’t fair

In the wide open under that bright light of the daytime in the hemisphere’s wobbled ecliptics

Pine boxes or clay urns, fortune serves the masters, naught but Davy Jones’ perfect God’s fix.

Reportage of the guilty consciences that suddenly appear out of nowhere, from the culture

Training and schooling in the ways and means of obedience to the rules of the law in here

Within your 208 bones buddy and baby, you fly into my face and slam! You end it, all of it!

Comin’ to be happy and never worry but always prepared for the surprises in the super store.

You kill a man and you die unless you are a hero in a war, on a battlefield for freedom’s reign

Superwomen malfunction and become irresponsible, just like the supermen that they spawn

Spewing philosophical pablum to the babies with their mouths and eyes wide open, dreaming

As if your health and wealth mean anything at all on the Last Day you get in Man’s Sing Sing.

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 10, 2018 Friday @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #FutureShock & HITS by Curtis Mayfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1X3-DqUve08 }

W.W.A.R.D.?