#FamousForNothing @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

GEOMETRIC SPACE OF THE BOX

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 23, 2019

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If I might be so bold as to offer this whistling flute solo to all my brothers and sisters in arms

I would be most grateful for a brief moment of your valuable time in space, to beat the knees

It would be my privilege and the pleasure would be all of mine, I’m certain, block me please

Not a moment will pass when I don’t remember every second of every day, black, holy bees.

Your and my universe blew up, blown to bits, frags of dust trying to recalculate equations

In a sewer of perfume, we stay alive with luck, hope and faith of foundational #Fake sins

You will be the tire without spokes or rubber, without being a circle of matter’s time-sea

An alpha and omega in concept, a video explanation to see the things unwitnessed by me.

Got ready to collide with another mass of energy full of explosive gas, ended in a fire ball

Empty in my head, no rocks or rolls in the hay or on wheels, tires, hovercraft or UFO call

Ready to die while living in mystery of what’s going on, night and day, day and night loons

In flight, grounded at the center of a canyon-blown crater, UFO saucer, meteor footprints.

You and the fish will swim above the waterline or die in this heaven and hell, this is all of it

Nothing more or less than a dark word to express the danger we’re in, on a ride to live to die

But we are a useless bit of energy consumption, supernova’d Earth dry of the #verve, unlit

Extinction of every species is immanent, we all get to breathe air “until we die,” but “Why?”

Comets’ fire burn all skin, hair and bones into ash, don’t worry, be happy, you’re not the Void

But you are inside of It and it appears that there’s a reason for that, you’d go insane, android

Lucky not to know what happens just a second, I could tell you if you want to know now, Ha!

I would not want to destroy your faith in the gravity of graves, mum is the Word, oh my Ga!

This here Time is way out of my personal bony hands I use to play music, to write on walls

Matter material and the hot atoms in black holes make us go crazy, we expand and contract

Coming in a high, concentrated bit of pleasure, an orgasmic distortion of Space-Time holes

Rules of Shakespeare’s game are universal, to be or not to be is indeed, eggs’ #Bacon exactly!

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r j j stephan, i { *Tribute to all of my brothers & sisters who served our country, #SomeGaveItAll ! } #SpaceIsCurved #LightBendsWarps

c. Samedhi, February 23, 2019 A.D. @7:96 AM {bent space & time to divulge}

{ drafted while jammin’ to the #SpaceTime explanations on youTube links @ https://youtu.be/6wUbo4VewQU & https://youtu.be/1Avy0mxxzR8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CrackGraves #SpaceTimeDust @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

CRACK GRAVES, SPACE-TIME DUST

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 23, 2019

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Being and Nothingness are the subjects of the predicates and objects of the logical realm

Where the Truth is known and either told or held up by the liars and thieves at the helm

You and I are related to the ones who put the matter at hand to rest, live to hate, mask it

It is what energy comes from, the burning of the things composed of atoms’ sulfur acid.

In the end as in the original start of the journey from the exploding ball of Hydrogen sun

Plutonium will rule the Uranium, paramecia and euglena to the ape men of your family fun

All beans to everyone, grown from the seeds out of nowhere, dirty or clean, paradise fare

Mask off, be in the mood at all times, pretending that the end is just a final breath of Air.

Com ci, com ca, my gramma used to say like when it was a no brainer, you have no choice

It is a criminal enterprise of the ones who have the power over the length of life, not death

Not even God gets out of here alive my friends, you cannot refute the judge’s jury, you & me

Amazing to be privy to the wisdom of believing in something, anything but Nothing, #Boys!

Come into the parlor through the front door, go down the hallway to the living and bedrooms

There is a disease in the crack of evolutionary Earth’s sand and soil crumble, rock of #Doom

Faith in leaders and invisible concepts of what used to be will get you killed, believe Unseen

Hook, line and sinker, the fish and you will be caught and consumed by the Void’s spleen.

Hook up the loose ends with the split ends and tight ends for a maximum bang for a #Fitbit

All alone or in the company of many at a party of dozens, thousands or millions, begin an F

Not that you want to say it out loud, whether you’re black, white, red, yellow and proud of it

Billy Jean or Booby Sue will testify, swear on a stack of bibles, that the sea is this life’s chef.

Mix in cosmic soup, just a pinch of a big bang, gunpowder, gun power, exploding TNT , OMG

Bring the Earth back into a tornado spin, unconsciously igniting dirt, burning balls’ gas hog

No efficiency God-solar power, you cannot harness the infinite, or a finite cataclysm’s hot bog

Inward squeeze into a microscopic point of nowhere, immortally underground, holy star God.

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r j j stephan, i

c. #Samedi February 23, 2019 A.D. @ 7:40 AM PST

{ belched some gas & drafted while watchin’ the spectacular video about S&T you take for granted, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/6wUbo4VewQU }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YouBeTrippinMan #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

WTF DOES THAT MEAN?  #PIA *
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Richard Joseph Stephan

You and your ilk are fortunate that I don’t like to eat people or you’d all be extinct

Me and my species’ predilection is for the shrubbery grown out the dirt’s sewer sink

Utter satisfaction with the present because it is what it is and there’s no changin’ it

Not even a beautiful, smilin’ human face could crack the ice on the stone cold #Pink.

Fresh flesh, flush with the corpuscles of the muscles given from atomic fission, a Cell

Invasion of the alien force that triggers the acid to replicate it’s code and piles of Hell

Pumps of air without effect, nothing can affect the process, it’s radioactive, DNA I dare

Everybody knows what it means when the angels come and say, “I’ll take you there!”

Music, sounds of beats, back and up behind, way down to the middle of your bones’ fame

Where no light ever shines, nothing is known intimately, there is no more playin’ a game

Rules of the game are the same ones they downloaded at the beginning, home in the ZZz

Maker, creator, Unknown X factor, taking credit for an accidental crash of heaven’s bodies.

Conceptual analysis is The Way to discover the crease in the bilge of nonsense, full of ZaZen

On the nature of being human on an apparent sphere of experience, soon a mind’s forgotten

A Plane of Time and Space dimension, real &/or imagined, nevertheless, what we’ve all got

It’s the thing itself, the noumena of phenomena, our purpose for being, why we’re hot to trot.

If the innocence within you cares to survive, drop this page, pretend you never heard, blood

A day before your mother conceived your father’s wanton splash of immanent domain, kissed

Blessing Center Void, a Singularity in the middle of a Black Hole, love’s what I got, collapsed

Adam’s fault, just the way the ball bounces baby! Carbon monoxide, naked apes, Zeus’ gods!

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r j j stephan, i { *header is the Gorilla swagger-bust from the #SacramentoZoo }

c. February 20 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Fergie #TheTime #BlackEyedPeas & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JwQZQygg3Lk }

 

 F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NEUTRON STAR THAT I AM, SAM*

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Richard Joseph Stephan

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Just forget about your trippin’ on my life and your death, I am the One that died, cat sharp

Now then, listen to some logic Mr. Pet Owner, sir, thank you for your service to my R & B

Not only the rhythm and blues but the room and board, I now play the hip hop on a harp

At the speed of light and the speed of sound, the thing itself has a violent origin, I am It.

I am the smokin’ gun of the murder scene, I’ve left the clues and the scent-sweat of balls

All of them lead to me, I am the One with the answers that you and your ilk can’t fathom

You’ve questions and you’ve no capacity of comprehending the Calculus’ mathematicals

White holes, black holes, worm holes, holy holes, no holes and Nothing is Holy, G-calls.

An atom of matter is made of the waves, the particles of annihilation, your mother egg

Not in this world of consciousness, you will suck the matter and annihilate, evaporate

You and everything else composed of atomic matter will be an event horizons’ grave dig

Inside the outside of the inner sanctum, words disappear, laws disappear, love’s date.

A paradox of a dream and an awareness of the brain function and malfunction chaos kin

I am the end of the beginning of everything, I know nothing intimately, infinite magic jin

In my nose, in my head, in my mind, thermal radiation imprint of the space and time fuss

A theoretical rhythm of saying nothing about becoming conceived into this blunderbuss.

OK, I came, I visited and now I’m already gone, my mass is still falling into infinity’s zip

No clue of what happens at the origin of the original climax, #BigBang of cosmic soup

With or without me you will eventually become the quantum of mechanics, atom’s eve

A dawn on your ignorance enlightens your safehouse groove, judge me, be me, #Grieve!

Plankstar Nuggets keep everything finite in a Plankstars essence of a black hole, add infinites

Prove your existence means anything at all and that could blow my mind, like we kissed teats

My door was open when I came in but now it’s padlocked with an impossible black ho head

Numbers and letters before a Sun’s original Big Bang, here and now I am there, I am #Dead.

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r j j stephan, i #BlastOffMonkeys *HEADER-PHOTO of @SammiStephan” #KitKat R.I.P.

c. February 23, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted within a #BlackHole watchin’ everything on Earth being destroyed by infinity’s #RIP ad infinitum explanation of #Origins youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wUbo4VewQU }

W.W.A.R.D.?