#EyeCannotBelieveThis #Ouila

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DADDIO’S NEW YEAR 2019 A.D., ICY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 31, 2018

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Alone and nothing but air baby, oxy-nitro, hydro-carbon and a menu-do of dead, cosmic soup

Mixed together in a menu do of cow’s brains and pigs’ feet, to eat or not, graves are in a loop

Deadpan spoon or a forkful, you can shovel it all down the gullet, no satisfaction’s all of that

Respecting nothing because it is all there is, the facts of life are chilling but, facts are #Fact.

You got here before or after I did, learned to read words and comprehend the being’s nature

I get ready to die every day of the living body, the oneness that’s here and now, bone bell ring

Saw it coming, body’s mind could have prevented divinity’s prestidigitation, a worldwide tour

Babies come and babies go, some sooner and some later, some never get past the zygote ding.

Perfectly happy and imperfectly sad, immortal ideas, a fiction of imagination, a chimera sin

Nothing or something, in the middle or at the outer edge of the system, chain of fools’ in a bin

From the front to the back, you will be what you are, what your intention allows, conquer it

Years, centuries and imaginary, fossilized parents of the present, hung low to burn and bury.

Chains of history, recollected by the ones who were never there, implants of an ignorant mass

Without the links, the fools are by themselves, all alone in the middle of paradise lost too fast

Before you know it, you discover nobody knows a thing at all about anything, farcical drama

Lying to me and sayin’ it’s gonna be alright, that is a mistake, I am a skeptical man of manna.

No free bread in the soup line, you must make an effort to survive in the cosmic bog of atoms

Naturally, Time’s Space becomes all there ever was, to you and everybody, even my God cums

Bringing acid to fruition under the blazing, red-hot, white dwarf, disguised as the Sun, Sonny

Boys and girls, it’s time for the show, we need to get it going, fade-out on stage, stoned Rocky.

All my friends and relatives faded to blackness on blue, all alone here and now, a haven sent

It is what it is and I can’t say no more since the WORD is all there is, I say it and it is so, cuz

Wonderfully composed compost in the hot spot, burnin’ nostril strength, odoriferous scent

A kiss and a shout away from the formulation of the mighty and weak, goodshitz got a buzz.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 31, 2018 A.D. Lundi @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to some Slash, Derek Trucks Susan Tedeschi Ronnie Wood - Oficial & SimplyRed’s Mick Hucknall (Simply Red) Italian FAN CLUB all @ B.B.Kings B.B.King Blues Club & Grill New York #ThrillIsGone & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3uneA-cstZs?list=RDjJncp6eMUSQ }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WithALotOfHelpFromMyFriends #FakeNews #WTF would Richie do? #WWRD or even @AynRand?

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BE THE LIGHT, IT’S PESO DE OCHO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 29, 2018

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Pulling the zero gravity around with the skin and bones is as easy as a pirate dreamin’ a mare

Maybe in the day or the night, closer to my world in my own mind, home sweet home there

Pieces of eight and the pirate’s booty lifted from sailing and stealing without working, insane

Completely ingrained into the genome, programmed DNA to reproduce and survive the pain.

Blown horns and blown harps leading you and I on to the final curtain, feared twilight’s zone

Where men, women, animals and plants of dirt, go to their maker, an original species’ bone

Pick a feeling inside, deep down in the bones, in the soul, be merry, be happy, do not fret wife

It is what it is and it can be no more, the drama’s the ceiling, no drama’s a rock bottom life.

Frozen back bone, holding my nerves to signal my inner warmth from frozen Chicago’s rivers

All the water runs through it, satiating the thirsty and keeping the wasted mush. sanitizers

Looking outside of the box there is nothing to see, hear, feel, taste or touch, empty void’s God

Streamed the lack of everything known, empty hole without holiness, human, divine blood.

Over again and over again, we repeat ad infinitum without hesitation, it’s what we do forever

There’s nothing else to do but stay alive without pain or suffering, strive for stasis of the lever

It moved the unmoved from it’s spot of being too heavy, in the light way we walk until extinct

Then absolute emptiness turns creation not so pink sink, sunk down under or above the law.

The lead and gold all get traded for the food and the mates presented to the buyers & sellers

Time ticks and moves sundial shadows quickly around the quivered arrows in the bullseye

Pine cones, seeds of the plants and animals that gave us our energy, to animate the complex

Putting a foot in front of another, cutting in lines, finishing the session with a priority FedEx

Monkeys, snakes and me in a bag, a burlap sack of potato smells from Idaho, need a fist fight

Out in first light of the day when the sun shines somewhere unseen and suddenly out of bed

Stiff corpses and stiff fishing rods move one another for no reason, just back off the big head

Beacon to lead the blind and disoriented to the goal, pay the pieces of eight, see light, be light.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 29, 2018 Saturday @ 4:11 AM PST

{ DRAFTED all the while jammin’ on some Tednugent.com #Stranglehold & HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/0c3d7QgZr7g }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#RickRoll #TootsieRoll #LetsRoll

NOT SO FUNNY, HUH? #RickRoll

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 28, 2018

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You and I got to the party after it had already started but nobody was rockin’ the floor

So, the happy ones began spreading the joy around to all brothers and sisters who roar

Star above and below the Mason-Dixon lines, pointlessness, despair from the top’s tip

All the way down to the foundation of Being itself, the matrix unfolds the mystery clip.

Business and pleasure mixed together in one lump sum of things themselves, less or more

Then, as if it’s right now, ending battles with robots and idiots, all too inhumane to the core

Mental and physical ability inherited from the acid, created, evolved, mutated, fortunate son

Who cares about everything? God, that’s the concept of this world, game! How fun? Funny!

Bad brakes can’t stop the momentum of the load, the mass that animates the bones’ marrow

Perfunctory poetry and accident of the genome’s conception and adaption to evolve, be slow

Faster than a speeding bullet and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, just too human

To be or not to be in the middle of the mix, yesterday, today and tomorrow, love in a tin can.

Flyin’ in a circle around in space, revolving, orbiting, wobbling ad infinitum, puttin’, takin’

Until the last gasp and gulp of the gas that made water famous, oxygen and hydrogen ballin’

On and off of the court, to score is to win, to shut out the opponent, to create a long lost loser

One who was winning everything has destroyed all semblance of happiness , middle of Nye.

Thinking gets you so far and then you must leap ahead, blind faith’s bloody, fuschia comin’

Blood! You’re the alpha and omega of whatever you are, alive because Eve bawled my demon

For the bread and water to stay alive in the wind, the rain, the freezing cold and snow of sin

Disobey the master of my behavior, my moral and ethical self, an invisible blue moon’s son.

All of the people, we the people, those people who formed a perfect union of cosmic raindust

From a one cell acid malfunction, mutation and random recombination of macrophage rust

Performance on the track, runnin’ counter clockwise to Time’s elipse in black Space’s quarks

First Cause of God’s Void, original con-game, holy oragasmic cave monkeys, dreamers’ kids.

I got a line on you baby, it’s straight and narrow like the path I tread from dusk until dawn

This will go right to your head and you will become the thinker that I never could be, a pawn

One move at a time, one space or more, diagonal or straight up-down the sixty-four squares

Until the end of the game when check or a checkmate put the #RickRoll on the beaten, losers!

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 28, 2018 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #Boss Bruce Springsteen Gillette Stadium Foxboro, MA. 09/14/2016 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/r42oGK-8lDY?t=1}

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W.W.A.R.D.?