#HAPPYFIFTYNINTH 12-17-1959 @DeborahStephan @DavidStephan #TheTwins

TELL ME IT ISN'T IMPOSSIBLE TO BE...

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...THIS'S PHUQYN’ STUPID!  I GOTS A .44

by the G.O.A.T.

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 17, 2018

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Well...I am so sorry to say that I know the end of the statement, let me dot your eyes

You can cross your own tees or go out and play thirty-six holes to the end of the green

Backs all have invisible wings that only god knows that China wants to conquer Guys

There are no guys or gals in China, they will burn all of your history, go #CharlieSheen!

But you won’t, you allow cyber espionage from the Yellow man because you own Bank

There is only one group of people who’ve ever lived on Earth that is safe, The Dead Man

Hundreds of thousands of sets of bones, the animal and plant homegrown here and now

God’s six feet under or sunken in Davy Jones’ sea-yard, undersea fish, chicken and cow.

In charge of banning, the nature of the #Moderator, in charge, playin’ chess with what goes

Like the head of the gang back in the soul’s city where only dark angels do what God knows

Freedom between the poles from sea to shining sea, dead-star dirt becomes an atomic glow

Turning it all around, wobbling the things that go from gravity to graves and onto death row.

Alrighty now and then, you’re born on this day, December 17th, 351 days into the calendar ‘59

But both of you zygotic marvels, D & D were 4 pounds total, incubated twin beauty so, “Fine!”

That’s what our mama used to say when she knew that is was hopeless to change our minds

Story is, one of you was born and the Dr. exclaimed before suture, “There’s anuder in dere!”

Well, the rest is historical, in these days of the twenty first century, “That’s the way it goes!”

Either you get lucky or you don’t, being in the right place at the right time with a tool box

Everything anybody needs is available while above the ground, human beings are God lox

Even holy divine has to eat itself because that is all there is, everything’s love, Gold blows.

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r j j stephan, i { all DEAD-ICATED TO: David Stephan & Deborah Stephan fraternally yours bro & sis! HAPPY BD #59 ! born in 1959, & #59 years old, #BadaBing #BadaBoom }

c. FREEZEMBER 17, 2018 A.D. @ 5:05 AM PST

{ drafted while unconstitutionally yours, listenin’ to morons, idiots and the genii that spawned them on youTube, Drake #GodsPlan #ImUpset & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/xpVfcZ0ZcFM?list=PL3-sRm8xAzY8eG8kh_gjoEaZ-auPlvp8r }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThisOnesForYouPops #MerryChristmas #JesusMaryAndJoseph #SayHighForMe #LipsTogetherAndBlow

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KUNG FU BLUFF, OLD DAZE NEWS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 16, 2018

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Trying to survive in rude, inevitable combat requires a steady, strong will to look for an exit

Woman needs the man, I didn’t create the genome, don’t blame me, it’s an observation, man

Think about where y’all would be without the dark womb nest of your mama, DNA donor fan

I’m among those that realize that The situation is hopeless and impossible to personally fix it.

I could never make a difference in the ethical functions of the DNA, I am only one data byte

Nothing and what I think I came from are similar to the dark womb nest of my mama, yo pop

You cannot make this state of the perception and sensational deposit of our historical blight

We have brought some form of mutant DNA to tabloid of the Alpha’s Omega RNA, hog slop.

Imperial impertinence is transitory, no leader or historical figure is allowed to exist beyond It

What It is won’t be so rude, it’s my fault that the Truth is y’all are random bytes of datum spit

Certainly, it’s necessary but insufficiently suspect to jump the validity of Truth, oh, I am bugs

Not that maybe, from the sky above to the burned out planetary, fake-ghetto hydrogen thugs.

Out of somewhere in the past times brought to the present, a teaching master’s golden lead

Becomes the iron fist of the dream that kills the germs which want to make all of us bleed

To the death we’ll fight to stay alive, eating the Earth’s growth from the thin air of a Vacuum

Once again, ad infinitum, it ain’t my fault either, neither of us are responsible, it’s DNA cum.

Done shot a messenger already? Obviously, I don’t have to flesh out the point, my rude Way

Crystal clear and without a shred of evidence, I am going to stay with my original ‘mama say’

Be a good man and don’t do anything to anyone you wouldn’t want done to you, know You!

Gold, Silver, Cash, flyin’ Bowery ghetto punks kiss all my bums dreams, “Hy-ah! Kung Fu!”

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r j j stephan, i { *fitness, preying #BlackPanther eyes of the header above, you got it! Bite. }

c. FREEZEMBER SIXTEEN, TWENTY ONE EIGHT ANNO DOMINI @ 5:55 AM PST

{ DRAFT while listenin’ to the HITS of #CurtisMayfield #AintGotTime & HITS off of the #SweetExcorcist CD link @ https://youtu.be/n5huRfUgJhY }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheBoss #UnoDosTresQuatro #BackToTheWorld #OnMyOwn #EyeCannotGoHome

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VOWS, PROMISES & BROKE BLOOD

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 15, 2018

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Babies conceived of merging zygotes, brothers and sisters orphaned on a kindergarten bus

Not only in love but also in lust, in hate and by accident, still in dawn’s epic dream all of us

I decided that the ignorance I received without payment needs to be repaid anyway, godam

Do you think that epic Space and Time have an independent nature? When you cry, you die!

Not because it’s sad but because it’s inevitable and your mom and dad can’t help it all, none

With or without the forty one shots in your front and your back, you held hands up high, son

Rookie full of squad cars ready for the targets to be real human silhouettes of flesh and bone

US DREAMERS with eyes wide open see that LIVE spelled backward spells EVIL, how fun?

Pain in my heart is no attack or arrest, it ain’t a stroke of luck or a streak of fortune or fame

Glory to sounds of guitars and pianos, the drums and horns, winds of God’s lip, dream game

See all of those people out there in the world with or without you in their view, Xmas whore

From pole to pole and sea to sea, flat earth or globule of water and hard rocks of four score.

Had a hungry heart and then I got a punch in the mouth, hurt so bad, my heart and soul fight

Tried to feed it some lust and some love but some local hero creeped in and said, crack in two

Not only do you know me but you know my ancestors who preceded Presence, mirror #Me2

Already gone to the place evil angels feared to go and when I got back, phuqin’ blinding light.

Drunk now, I think it was the wine or the Kentucky bourbon, my grandpas all nailed it down

Before they left this planet and let their skin and bones become deleted, completed in town

All dark when the sky’s black and stars dot my eyes, letting me be the holy wine, DNA blood

In a shot or two, get the river flowing backwards, gotta earth, wind and fire-dried flood.

Black oaks frying, electric sparks with the buffalo, deer and beaver dam lover hiphuggers

I don’t know what you know and vice versa but I can tell you something nobody else knows

There is truth in the feelings that cause what you think, frogs, amoeba and blown out hearts

Broken down, I myself am staying with saints and devils, EVIL spelled backwards is LIVE!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 15, 2018 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while watchin’ & listenin’ to Bruce Springsteen full #Leeds concert 7-24-2013 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9FWojTved4k }

W.W.A.R.D.? 

DEDICATED TO MY POPS & TO ALL OF HIS #VooDooChildren who don't know their real name! @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

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STRANDED ON A 5TH OF JACQUES *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 14, 2018

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Alright pops, it is OK that you couldn’t hang with Wall Street until the gold flowed fast, Fat!

Goin’ down to sixty-sixth street where the action always was and still is, on a corner, schooled

For the marks walkin’ down the street in a hood where angels fear to go, broke down, fooled

No place to go, nowhere to look for the reason for being alive, mama & pappy were all of that.

Now and then both here and there, it’s the time and the place for the spells we cast and face

It’s all a bunch of magic, truth and lies in a hodgepodge of cornucopia, oh mama’s dark womb

Not because they want to, they must, they have to or else the entire matrix implodes to doom

All there is, all there is not is everywhere, all the time, there is no Time, no Space, not a trace.

When I was just a little squirt, knee high to my daddy’s crotch, I punched him in the wall nuts

He buckled over like a baby, I knew I could take him down with one punch but I had the guts

To take a chance and see if I could rise to the top of the love of the woman, infant germicide

Showing the young to eat, to walk, to talk and be the dream of someone else’s fake patricide.

I found the war pigs and the peace nips who fight over whether to destroy or create My date

Bodies will burn in or out of the streets, on fire, underground or high in the upper Watergate

Comin’ to the front of the line, it’s your turn now, what are you going to do, it’s all up to you

Country codes in the cities and every mind of every man and woman alive, DNA is gonna die!

It ain’t my fault, don’t blame me, I am NOT the ONE you should hunt down to straighten out

Certain death in the end, just like your friends and kin before you, just like a future I call Ga

Stab US if you must, bodies will be consumed, all antimatter of Adam’s Earth, #MadDogRa

Skull’s old bones cribs-crossed to deliver up-Word Spell magic, squirts of gold, God! Abort!

Crossfire crap undercover, all the gas everyone wants to combust into a fired-up, white goon

Here and now, shine and moon of the wine, I know how to howl and I will, given a blue moon

Ready to eat meat of the Happy Earth without knowing why we do it or if it will end at dawn

Mirrors of combat odors rise from my tomb, scent of gunpowder here and now, .44 I’m gone.

by

r j j stephan, i 

{ *Dedicated to my pops #AlbertRStephan up there on the other side, or down there....NOT! #LoveyaPops ! }

c. FREEZEMBER 14, 2018 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted in #BehindTheBack #BluesMode listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan #TexasFlood & #VooDooChild & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KC5H9P4F5Uk & https://youtu.be/uVI7I-WDGx4 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

@HogInnards & some @LynyrdSkynyrd #GodAndGuns

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CHITLINS', GOLDEN SCRAPS & KOOLS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 12, 2018

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Blues ride on down the freeway, down your one way alley dead-end into cement love balls

Songs of the men and women, open borders, time on their hands, smokin’ drinkin’ pickin’

Without that rhythm there are no blues and no jazz, nothing but a polka, classic and a waltz

Even if you’re deaf and dumb, blind and a total idiotic moron, you have rights to be a livin’.

Livin’ twenty or a hundred years makes little difference, in the end the boneyard’s just ahead

Final vision of yourself breathing one last breath, tryin’ to keep it in because you know it bled

Pedal to metal, shot down a turnpike/expressway/freeway, full gallop 350cc spurred up horse

Stalled 4 wheels, old red, rocky mountain dirt, graves dug, banished the gods’ hotrod Force.

Trying to make it easy, it’s harder than hell, meaning that hell is Hard as Rock, yet I guess

We’ll never know whether there’s more than one way out of here, planet Earth’s so loveless

Look way out there at night, all blackness, asteroid showers, never a #Casper friendly ghost

Won’t come out in the day or night, trying to feed the hunger with chitlins & titmouse toast.

If you wanna get down and ride from the place you’re at to the place you’re headed, get down

You’re in charge of the way you go until they lock you up and lose the key, aw, a prison frown

Don’t want to obey the law and work for a living rather than break the law and scam high life

Be prepared to go from scouts to inmate jousts in a joint some can’t survive in with no knife.

How in the world can civilized people allow prisoners to slice each other just because, what?

Salt peter or a drug to soothe the savage beast would be the civilized way, that is legit, no chit

If you found out what happens to people imprisoned and you can’t believe it, just walk away

Here and now, a rubic cube screws a pooch, pretending to be It, rhythm’s beat, a magic Way.

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r j j stephan, i { “Redneck! ...kissin’ & the crickets are the only sound...do ya wanna get down? I’m One of them boys!” }

c. FREEZEMBER TWELVE, 2018 A.D.

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to BlakeShelton & @LynyrdSkynyrd @TheRollingStones & @WARTheMusicBand }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#AmericanSignLanguage @ASL #TakeALittleRide @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

WORK TO DO, YOU’RE NOT IN YET *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 12, 2018

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Jingling the bells helps some people once every year, you and I are in this dream together

Never to see the sunlight of the Earth’s dark side, even in the fear of some aberration’s fear

I am and no doubt you are One and the same person we were the day we got our DNA face

Therefore, if there’s any above or below this planetary mass of matter, it is all, Empty Space.

There is no need to have blind faith in the words of this stranger you’ll never see, God’s ‘boy’

Just read the commentary of the cosmonauts and astronauts who gave accounts of the Void

This is the play of the stars, you know it and I know it, Hollywood and pharynx’ #BigPharma

Prime color back in black until the whiteout causes extinction, regeneration “AGAIN”, mama!

Perfect, just as close to nothing at all as you can get, chain of fools, you’re jugulars are bitten

That thing itself is the mirror to stare at and comprehend that the Truth, the Reality’s illusion

Fight for the right to party and to wage #War on or off of the turnpikey freeways of olden ho’s

Man, oh man, oh man, we’re so lucky to wear the chains attached to our ankles’ rubber souls.

Cracked, broken, shredded, de-animated meat on the spittle or in the skittle, it is what food is

If you don’t eat and drink you starve and thirst to death, you don’t have to believe me to see

Obviously from day one, year one, survival of the fittest was always a natural law, Earth jazz

Flesh Itself, it’s lying to me, you & all in the know, we ain’t gonna just die! There’s afterlife?

Emotions just electronic transmission of the breath you breathe in and out of your hidden fur

Lungs, organs of two hundred and eight bones and an invisible soul of existential electronics

Meaning no more than the sound you hear when you’re 93 million miles or more away, yo sir

No word, no sound, no sight, taste, smell or touch, nothing but Void, colorless, guitar licks.

Grab the mike, grab the axes, tune the organ and horns to the back-beat, stage of black colors

From Origins through the intermission to the finale, potheads moving partners in high crime

Drinkin’ or smokin’ direct-contact with the air to breathe, sweetened leaves of outdoors odors

Wordless, slipped a Mickey and became the #ConscienceOfTheNation #RockStars sublime!

In and out of the danger zones of this realm from north to south pole and all around a globe

Not that you know it’s a globe but you’ve been persuaded by logic, reason’s sinners singin’

Ones who teach because they can’t leave the children alone to the computers, they’ll revolt

I love y’all and I wish y’all a Merry Christmas and no Silent Night, Jingle Bells are ringin’!

by

r j j stephan, i { *#HEADER is THE ROLLING STONES lead singer, #WhatsHisName @SirMichaelPhilipJagger c. }

c. FREEZEMBER TWELFTH, 2018 A.D. @ 10:30 AM - #FirstOvernight

{ blown through my mind this AM while listenin’ to a cornucopia of Christmas jivin’ jams but I will not see a #WhiteChristmas, it will be like #Hawaii in #NorthernCalifornia & listenin’ to the link TheDrifters & company @ https://youtu.be/GfZPtkqXQIA }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DinoPaulCrocetti #OnBeingYourGreatGrampa #EducatedFools #DontWorry #HellsBelowWereAllGonnaGo #ThereCanBeNoShow

ON BEING YOUR GREAT GRAMPA

Don’t expect much if anything from Santa and so everything will be all yours, hook the dare

The whole shebang falls at your feet, whatever there is, whatever can be is all safe in there

Waiting inside the snowman’s soul with nothing but a pink cheek and a black, licorice lip

Still One with the morning dew and twilight blinkin’ of planetary stars, sailin' with no ship.

Punks comin’ from everywhere in every neighborhood, lookin’ for top gun of the showdown

Eyes wide open and being saved from the boil and freeze of the rotation’s eight ball on loan

Space between the index and ring finger is infinite, blind faith is a jacked-up, joker’s scheme

To eat you for supper, shake off the miscalculations and move on, be mastermind of memes.

Center of the number line from positive to negative around the zero of nothing, it’s up the jig

Purpose is the Way to cope with the hopelessness of being alive in the middle ground, not fair

Who came before or after you won’t make a difference after we let the candle-blown back hair

Summer or Winter, Autumn or Fall are the measurement of the wobbling spin, a revoltin’ gig.

No ho, ho, ho and no jinglin’ bells heard echoing in the streets, turnpikes and freeways jacked

People that don’t know each other drive along together to see someone they know, #Fakefact

Comfortable in a soft recliner with a warm, silk quilt in front of the open fireplace’s hot flame

Recollections of the past, dovetailing into presence, the presents that ain’t there to lay blame.

#FakeToys and #RealMcCoys for the girls and boys, children of the ripped and torn, my kin

Let their women make all of the noise to the teachers who taught the objective to the subjects

Becoming a man OR woman is to be One who does unto everyone else, in ONE’s only ZaZen

Be in the groove to love holy grandkids from a mystic conduit, Emptiness’ vault of #Fake sex.

Look into my eyes and see what I see inside of yours, me, all of me in the reflection’s own sun

No matter to worry about since it’s neither here nor there when it’s a matter of state of mind

Energy of the gluons, protons pullin’ their own microscopic weight in no particular direction

Waiting days and nights for the shakedown, of another POTUS Trump run, free sons of guns!

 

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

{ “...A treasured work of art, locked in a room in my heart!” -- @ Dino Paul Crocetti; June 7, 1917 – December 25, 1995}

c. FREEZEMBER 10, 2018 AD @ 5:05 PM PST

{ drafted for THE GREATEST GRANDCHILDREN OF ‘MY’ GRANDPOPS & GRANDMOMS listenin’ to #WhenYoureSmilin by Dean Martin link @ https://youtu.be/jxBgiYOzmQo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D. ?

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#RidingOnTheFreewayEyeFive #I-80 #I-5 #INTERSTATED

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OH, SONNY! PRAY IT AIN’T SO, NO!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 10, 2018

 

All there is is a Lotus struggle, it pays to kiss kings & queens toe rings, Space-Time grounded

It is all that rocks my world and if it doesn’t rock yours, more power to me, matter is soaked

Watered, clear with liquid phraseology and word string of a fame claim no special RH- blood

Blue or red all runs in and out of the oxygen tent , resisting the power of suffocation, choked.

Pants’re really tight, from 9 to 5 but I don’t have to drive a long way home, esse come clean

Drop the top inside that Pink Cadillac with the tiger in it’s tank, stop traffic east to west end

Ridin’ on the freeway until it was time to accelerate into carpool lanes to roll along low lead

In flight and nearly gained some air above the tarmac, back down on the grounds, unseen.

Becoming lower than you were, being on high and all of that scat, it’s all up to me and you

To be or not is the issue, getting by while you’re awake in the dream, cosmic cosmos’ goo

Fightin’ to stay alive when you and I and every other living thing is gonna die, just smilin’

Mouth agape for the last gasp of oxygen mix, to die for, to live for, never was original Sin!

Perfectly cheating with the rules I create out of the nothingness of this divine comedy’s God

Name of the cream of the crop’s eyes, ears, nose & the perfect lips and smile, I am laughing

Just recollecting the beautiful and the good, the flight of the Eagle’s mother and father sod

Stardusted into the void, empty of everything atomic, all faded to black and blue, stinking.

Hidden away flesh and bone to decay and break it on down to the basic boogie of the beat

Common one, two and three and BOOM it’s all over, where did you go? Where are ‘they’?

Memories of faces and love of hearts, forgotten hits and runs, above and below mortal law

Argue The Points, conclusions deduced, inducted and feeling bad for dumb kids of outlaws.

Will it ever change if we wait until the end of the completely theoretical, practically right now

Stringin’ theoretical fools, above and below the Truth, Timing’s Everything’ #FakeNews myth

Hard rocks mutate into the rivers’ trees’ glory of the birds, Self put together, DNA stud-styth

War dogs slapped, twisted gods OM in a hole, where gravity glows, two lips’ whistle a blow!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER TEN, 2018 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted in the Fog of Blues, #BluesTraveler #TheMountainsWinAgain & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/G4OTDztS_iA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CannotQuitTilWeGetToTheOtherSide #WeKeepRollinOn #LetsRoll ! #ChopChop #PedalToTheMetal #TrafficMovinWayTooSlow

METAPHYSICS, FORTS & FUNCTION

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 9, 2018

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Being, as such is the issue, #TatTvamAsi survival of the fittest motto requires, don’t be food!

Procrastinate to become the Way to avoid species extinction of atoms’ run of neutrino blood

All the RNA genes within the bone marrow adjusts Rock to become alive in AM radioactivity

Timing’s blind faith, God’s more than a fake hole in a faux-holy matrix of antimatter Energy.

That is the only way to efficiently survive on the grounds, where the strong go with weaponry

Biggest swords, loudest booms and the spectacular planetary species, hairless, naked history

From Day One’s origin of the Sun, a universal Big Bang and bada-bing, bada-boom, it’s over

Just when you think you got it all figured out, All’s in Space but you it’s a secret, I am covert!

Keep up with me, listen carefully to the musical sound of the pictures rollin’ in above heaven

Hell to pay and it’s hotter than a six-shooter after an OK coral gunfight, freemen vs. lawmen

Companions and cousins, grey and blue, in shining or in black armor to fight to a finish blow

Drawn from sea to shining sea, in an imaginary mind’s map of a place that angels fear to go.

Stayin’ out of the burial grounds where bones wind up hidden underground like the rebels

Angels and demons spent the gold and silver on my genius’ miracle in the middle of empties

Bottles and cans, jugs and reservoirs of the Hydrogen and Oxygen, repeat ad infinitum, seize

If and only if you follow the inductions to the deduction, then you’ll wake the fugue-up. tease.

Dyin’ to get my point across which is pointless in the Big Picture of the hallucination, I am It

This is all there is from heaven, I hope you get what you have faith in, All’s buried in dog-chit

Send Love #Nauts to find the Truth gas of #Earth, a #BlueMoon and #Mars’ new SingSings

Bad, animated acid to reproduce a wunderkind of Red Sea Dead daughters’ of ding-a-lings.

Queens, kings and paupers spunk mingling blues with rhythm’s soul-matter, It Is All! Over!

Need nothing but the happiness that makes mankind go, run out of it and you’re in the clover

Dreamin’ sweet, bad or good really has #Little to do with #It other than your mama’s dreams

My #Core #Dream, #ShootForTheStars before it #Ends in #ChrisCross’ #GraveYard memes.

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r j j stephan, i { *Header’s a place of angel rest in #SouthernRioLinda Delpaso Heights..., #California, where #Death plays for #Keeps! }

c. FREEZEMBER NINE, 2018 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST #GetItStraight

{ drafted while listenin’ to critical music of #TheMeaningOfLife #ItsChristmasInHeaven on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kntQNeSge5s }

 

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FurballsAndFootballs #ChooseWellMySon #RidinOnTheFreewayInAPinkCadillac

@IRONMAN DREDS, ONE BROAD*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 8, 2018

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Dead today, caput! A lot different from yesterday or last week, last year forever and a day Da

I have no horn to toot a blow and no eighty-eights to tickle or even pretend to make my R&B

It’s all inside of my head, that’s exactly what my dad and the professors said, Women are free

All something I’ve manufactured outta thin air, I got here and now, after I looked around, Ga!

I’ll be seeing you in and out of my light, all in my mind, it’s always been that way, sunshine!

Your love and mine came from the same blown star above, Supernova or Black Hole, as it is

I stared at it until I was snowblind but even without astigmatized eyeballs, you’re soulshine!

No angel wings on a spirit, a little smoke on the water is all, a supernatural, ultraviolet Fizz.

Cards played, dice rolled, number game guessed and fixed on the number line, God is a saint

All of them rigged to keep the #House afloat and taking from the ones who give willingly here

On the surface or underground, above and below the law, a hint at secret society’s #Warpaint

Comin’ up for air, digital rabble notions arouse UV frequency’s wavelength, attract NO fear.

Deep within my #FullLotus I am the One who was always here even if I am the Only One, eh?

Compared to the learning to read the words of the language of Dick and Jane, wisdom’s tools

To get the data into the stream of consciousness is vital to DNA’s survival of ultimate fool chit

Bang, bang, the bobber’s in the pond goin’ down & up, up, down, rowing a boat in a pile of It.

I hit spots when Time came to hit ‘em but it sure looked like I was gonna lose the pretender

Gone up in smoke or downstream, crosstown in the mainstream of the undercurrent’s purr

Kitty cat the origin of the universe is not, that I can tell you, I’m guessin’ I’m right, not left

Lettin’ you and me down easy before it’s too late, took the pain out of the hurt, now shift!

Just some knots grown out of your skull’s cowl, down your back to the grave, buried, burnin’

That’s all there is to it, no mystery in the books to read about and waste the oxygen smoggin’

Pork, fowl, beef, humane muscle and sinew and marrow not on the menu of Chaos’ fortune

Top animated bag of DNA, in form and matter, multiplicity of the solar, Big Bang Baboom!

Sit in the center of Nirvana or at the entrance of the Garden of Eden, Free Will is the Gift

You decide if you go out of your mind that you have nothing but Blind Faith in a stranger

Nothing but mythological sagas about filling the gaps of the Occult magic, Christmas magi

A god born to a human woman due to an immaculate conception, the Pope said it on high!

Where the rubber met the road, the sandals met the sand, the blood of God in a bin of hay

Where wise men feared to go, the ignorant men walked right in and sat down with #Scratch

Even when they had no itch, nice to know there was someone who’d paw ya, sista? Brother?

I ain’t #Ironman dreds, I know, I got a last kiss, the End’s comin’, leadin’ y’all ‘1’ to another.

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r j j stephan, i { *header represents #Oneness sittin’ in #Duality #OM #MAYA }

c. FREEZEMBER EIGHTH, TWENTY EIGHTEEN, SAMEDI @ 11:11 AM PST

{ What is your purpose? #Constant? #Space #NoPlaceOnThisPlanetaryObject & listenin’ to the Brothers Osborne #ALittleBitTrouble link @ https://youtu.be/M86rDSAsHE8 }

#DropTheTopBaby

 W.W.A.R.D. ??

#YouGotItInForMeToo #Abracadabra #PleaseAndThankYou

 

c. @FedEx #FedEx - #ABRACADABRA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 7, 2018   #HighNoon

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Rocked & rolled around Earth as long as I could with a bag of beans, boxed of me ‘The Kid’

Planet’s moon was my own space of God’s face, drinkin’ cold beer, whiskey, nothin’ I ain’t did

It's all like that, goin' up n’ down like the boys say, bobbers are in the pond, fish are all alive

Morality has nothing to do with it, there is no reason to get all crazy about it, son, gimme five.

It absolutely had to be there yesterday or you wouldn’t have c.FedEx’d to Oshkosh or Prague

Therefore the monster that has been created from a need to move faster, has begotten Plague

An astonishing attempt to extinguish the species genome meets with feigned hopelessness

It appears there’s really nothing at all to this life but tracking airbills endin’ heaven’s bliss.

Parents have handicapped children and non-handicapped children, they teach them the same

Right from wrong makes sense, wordup and all but eliminated the improbably and unlikely

Left with a reasonable deduction or an indignant attitude toward the holders of Truth’s scam

Chain of fools do what fools on the slide, slope from 30 to 60 degrees with moguls, I’m shifty.

Koo-Aid on the coldest third of September on record since the 1800’s, hits the spot of Truth

Where it hid was right inside the heads of preachers and saviors, just a grouchy tiger’s tooth

Koo-Aid on the coldest third of September on records, tapes ad cyberspace 1800’s libations

Vacation forever after workin’ for the golden calf and the golden Won for thirty revolutions.

Apes, snakes, worms, fish all work together to avoid the species’ extinction of God’s bloopers

Whether other planets in this or other galaxies have living things seems unlikely, oh, no fun

Out of the black or the blue, some discs and saucers will come from star-ships with troopers

Only the lonely know what it means to be alone in space, now and forever's All in, I’m at One.

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r j j stephan, i { #BlackKnightInShiningArmor & deal & just #Roll }

c. FREEZEMBER 7, 2018 A.D. #aDayThatWillLiveInInfamy

{ drafted while listenin’ to the NEW #ABiggerBang cd of THE ROLLING STONES #OhNoNotYouAgain & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Pr2v8vVTNnE?list=OLAK5uy_nJFrbicBFHnKmuTAOVSottPTRyAn09tEM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?