#ricoSacto

Thursday, May 16, 2019

#FerociousPrevarication #MeanLies #NoMercy #NeverEverForget



SHADOWS IN MY HOLY DARKNESS
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It could never be worse than it is when I find nothing at the bottom of Earth’s rabbit hole city
Nothing to see or hear or feel down here, no water or radioactive light’s invisible superfluity
Pertaining to the health of the body and the soul and whatever else you call it, God in a dam.
Perfectly grim and in the pedantic mode of being holier than thou, it’s true, I am what I am.

Not holier than you but perfectly grim I am and that seems to make me holier, sublime stuff
I am on my own in the darkness and although I sing and cry out loud, it’s silence is quite def
In a million years or in just a few centuries, the world’s living, being plans and animal sins
Will all be dead, probably the species will be extinct for the rookie seasons’ mass extinctions.

End of days, world remains in revolutionary mode, church, mosque, synagogue weekends
Never mine or yours, all of this here in front of your eyes and under your feet are loose ends
What you and I may get fortunate enough to do, filing our last wills and testaments to Life
Giving our possessions away, today because these dreams were never ours in the first place.

Off the road and into a marsh area where the evil lives fear to go because they’ll dye it there
Evil fears death just like the Good and the Beautiful, there is a reason for that, no biggy scare
Nothing left after the last breath, no scars or debts to repay without the bodiless, low prices
What that was when you called it the soul, was the activity of the body, a neurosis psychosis.

by
c. May 15, 2019 A.D. @ 8:11 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Daryl's House Club Diane Birch & Daryl Hall jammin’ with the house band on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1XORRk8rGes }
W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

#SmackUp #ItIsNotWhatItIs #SuperNovaAbortion

SHARK, SNAKE & A COVERED NOSE
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 15, 2019
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Way out of the limelight and spotlight deep in the dark alley, it’s a pitch blackness hum
Difficult to comprehend the here and now, whatever it may be, yet, the band played on
Nothing to recollect in a dream come true, when it’s over, it’s over, POTUS to the bum
Fool me once, shame on you and if you fool me twice, load of shame on me, myself & I.

Conquered the fear of Fear itself only for the survival amongst the all too human-germ pods
Americans, Chinese, Sunni, Shiite , Muslim, Christian, atheistic fortune of the extinct hoods
Walkin’ on the water and the air, cosmic menudo of what’s on the table in front of my eyes
Weakness coming a moment prior to personal extinction, shield of the invisible One’s skies.

Insulting and injuring the Good, the Bad and especially the Beautiful, my nature, I am a beast
What it’s always been since before the enculturation, the potty-trained higher education feast
Mysterious revolutionary orbit, incorporated conglomeration of frozen, hot atoms of the Fifes
Peaceful ending to the story of the idiots and morons who cause and effect historical psyches.

Fortitude required to survive what phenomena are presented, at random, anyplace that I sing
Being prepared for unexpected and expected effects of excited matter from a First Cause’s ice
Banned my abortion, therefore I am, the Earth has conceived my essence, my nature’s being
Imaginary Earth ‘fore humanity’s sharks and snakes waygone out of sight, goddess damned!

Pagans, Christians and the rest of the minions who may not be offended by the faked honesty
Found a reason for Justice here and now, before the day I was gonna die, all alone on my own
It’s been a pleasure to be there when you’re eyes were opened wide for the justice pity-party
Dream in a dream ad infinitum, nightmare or day-mare, snakeskin, sharkskin bonified bone.

Utter chaos at both the Origin and at the final atomic fission or fusion, at the whim of Space
The #WhereWithAll to generate supernovae of a Third Kind and Cause a Black Hole’s face
No escape for the philosophers and economists, neither for politicians nor the minion herd
For your eyes only since you were drawn to this Space and Time, to First Cause a Last Word.

Now, here’s the ticket, it’s a joke, you will die, you cannot deny that Truth, that’s all I can see
Other than that fact, the rest is a matter of super blind faith in a superman’s screamin’ shout
Empty space outside of this atmosphere brought back the facts from astronautics, oh infinity
Songs sung of lives lived, Time in Space addiction to Air, a Goddess’s injustice so #GTF out!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 15, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to #BiggestBlackHolesAndCosmicMonsters on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nPyTMw--rvY }
W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

#JerseyGirls #GoneWithoutAWhimper #PutMeOutOnTheStreetsWithNoShoesOnMyFeet #LoveMyBrownEyedGirl #SnappinYourJeans

HE, SHE, IT, STASH MOTHER’S ILK!
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 14, 2019
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Keep ‘em up at ten and two, hands on the wheel and pedal to the metal, dream is side slippin’
Deep into empty pockets where nothing returns, in fact everything turns into nothing, my kin
Sorry to be the carrier stool pigeon for the epic peon-pawn charade, your life, our life blood
Like the magic you feel as you laugh at the comedy and tragedy you understand due to a god.

Shooting balls in hoops, scoring, touching down over the goal, sliding into home, I’m all in
Nevertheless, nobody wants to play the games with me because they hate to lose, I will to win
Since I could think about it, I’ve been knee deep in the struggle for survival, I’m out the shed
In my mind maybe until I was about 50, on the way to the 70’s I defend quickly, light sped.

There is no luck of the draw when the deck is stacked and you have blinded faith in justice
Life and death without the rules given and followed by the minions, unfair yet top shelf ice
Struggle to survive here and now, on this plane of existence when others want your life slice
Just because of their early childhood, they’ve been introduced to the blues by Adam’s slice.

Here is the saga, don’t give me that look either, the one that you give when you think you cool
And that I am not so much, yet we get along like shots of whiskey shootin’ straight one to four
Happy hour and on the way out the door, to the taxi, to the hangover door, home again fools
No choices here, we couldn’t keep my hands at ten and two, hungover, tree’s in my dead face.

Nothing more than the end of the nights and days that weren’t here before you got conceived
On spirits or hallucinogenic weed and fungi and cacti and Earthling sap, a menudo cocktail
One for me and one for you, wait a few moments and the sights and sounds of Earth mutate
Into the hell-bells that come now and then when life gets old enough to shrink and dissipate.

Who you are, what we all are, what this is all about, in love or not, there’s a good or sad story
About whether or not you get what you want when you want it, desire-will, it’s all about me
I’m the One that’ll die when it is time to take my last breath, therefore I live below, as above
I will be precisely where I personally was, rackin’ up the bones on the night-shift puppy-love.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Tuesday, May 14, 2019 A.D. @ 6:44 PM PST
W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, May 13, 2019

#EyeAmACaveat #RealThingsAintHereRightNow #TheEyesHaveIT

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#SCUTTLEBUTTIN’ A #ROSE
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 13, 2019
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You know and I know that nothing really matters at all, in the end, no holy bed of azure roses
Do not offend the rights and privileges of the matter and form of the Void, we’re just posers
It’s nothing personal, just the facts man, you know it deep down inside, alright, alright, right
Nobody worries about me, my mama and papa have departed into empty, infra-neon light.

But wait, it’s all a game of thrones when you have no rules other than the moot scuttlebuttin’
Of the women and the rats not mice and men, they own it all from one atom’s planetary fun
From a seed, bush and a thorn in the crown of a lightening bolt’s google-bomb of my Zazen
In a crossbow ready for the bullseye of your mind, your persuaded Id boredom of Hydrogen.

In the frequent variability of the human genome’s metabolism, the training of babies matters
Without being ingrained into the ethical choices of a free spirit, a free will, you go to prisons
Or you are hunted by the #PowersThatBe, some of them our own brothers’ and sisters’ kin
You care more for the survival of your own true self than the altruistic survival of a minion.

It is what it is, there is really no alternative to the #PrimeObjective, to be fittest to survive
Knowing that it’s all a transitory experience with a vacuous promise of blinded faith in gods
None of them present, all of the past and just sayin’ they’ve got no future doesn’t fly above
Neither can it dig below the pole’s of the dirty ball down to the hot-iron core of lava bloods.

Get it right when you order the flowers for your survivors to feel better about the ignorance
None of them will get out of this presence in the present still breathing with heartbeat sins
Side effect of the falling down from heaven to Earth, asleep as if you’ll never awaken, is this
We’re all gonna die, dead and wild angels are the only ones who eat cow DNA, #Matrix wins!

by
c. Lundi, May 13, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST
{ drafted while frequently LMAO & listenin’ to the #ArmstrongAndGettyRadioShow on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST or podcast your arses off @ https://kste.iheart.com/featured/armstrong-and-getty/ }
W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, May 12, 2019

#ViceIsNice #NiceGirlsDontDoItInTheRoad

MARY HAD A BIG LAMB, BAT SCARS
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 12, 2019
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What’ll be won’t have any bearing on the fact this dream within, is intel of old scarred heads
No fear, born in 2nd city’s alleys, attitude caught from holy bull’s shat, rice patty sewer dogs
No kind of talent other than to know the Truth about why existence is what it is, all he dreads
We get blind faith #FakeNews truth about what tattletales want to blab to the angels’ blogs.

Choices to be or not to be for all, from premature babies in the laps of the mothers of us all
From the place in Limbo on to the fire of the purge, everything goes up/down the drain to fall
Down to the bottom of the furthest depth next to the fired up core, a nanosecond, on a dime
A fight to the finish and then anointing the forehead in front of the brain with a lobe on time

Fighting for the survival of your very being, consciousness, mind in a brain’s split personality
Schizophrenic dyslexia and a healthy dose of fractal fret-shredding is what I dig about it, P
I know that it’s been said somewhere, both of us know, on a wall, in a book, from God’s ears
Lips flapping with the emptiness of the gums, nails broken in the hand bones of all our peers.

Music tapping inside my ears, causing my feet to tap the Origin, getting a soul to loathe a sin
On the castrated axes, it’s written that ma and pa warned us about it, triggered all naked apes
Need some Southern comfort to express the joy I have for the facts of life, she destroyed tapes
Blue data about you? From Maine to Carolina, wanna go be on a wave, hangin’ ‘10’ surfin’.

Hated the love and loved the hate, just like lover do, playin’ the hard-ass soft, #FakeNew pest
Wherever sound emits from tubes of air or plucking ten gauge wire from a fake cardiac arrest
Simple mind for me, just a simple guy, turned around from fearing and loathing master bone
Where 32 teeth and blackened eyes remain embedded in jaws, etched deeply in a cross stone.

by
r j j stephan, i
MARY HAD A BIG LAMB, BAT SCARS
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 12, 2019
c. May 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST
{ WROTE while deep in the 1985 Stevie Ray Vaughan 1985 @Montreux concert from the #completeEpicRecordingscollection (LIVE) link @ https://youtu.be/mMTblDDqJUA }
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FINIS

Saturday, May 11, 2019

#IHaveAQuestion #YouHaveNoAnswer #None #Nugatory #VOID

AGITATED, A B-767 BLEW IT BLUE*
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 11, 2019
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Mama, oh mama, I remember cryin’ for the milk, the touch of your sweet olive skin’s bones
I know that the guy I grew up to be, whatever that description provided may give you solace
I welcome, as high as you flew, way up there where none of the living down here can go for it
But you know what, you didn’t want to go there and you had to anyways, did you meet God?

Of course you did, no pasta but at least the peace and release from the two-by-two expresso
On your wrists and ankles from the #Depression to the #Invasion and #SpaceAgitation flow
Completely under witch’s and warlock’s spells of the occult wisdom, pass the wizard of Ozing
My dear, stop, look, and listen for absolutely nothing, zero, an absolute soul survival thing.

Beautiful and handsome, abhorant and revolting, all of it is right here and now, mud of fear
What you’re afraid of is the lonlieness of being all alone in the middle of nowhere without me
No light at the end of a tunnel you’re in, it’s not your fault it’s just the luck of the draw’s burn
Carefully written in the proper sequence of word, phrases, paragraphs, I think it’s my turn.

I’ve got some news for you, I can sing, I can write, I can work, I can play, can’t be the #1 King
They’re the skin and bones in the menudo, monitoring recipes of fake-Holy nights and days
In my castle’s black tower, I can see in the dark with torch fire, stairwells to heaven, oh I sing
Up and away, it’s as it always was above and below, a notion of my dad, a God, Sonny’s rays.

Rockin’ my baby, rock-a-by in Rocklin, where I made bricks to build the little baby’s business
What it’s all about, staying hungry isn’t the intention of mama and papa, but on your knees
Is where you get to sooner or later, up to the #Northpole or down in #Capetown, dead & gone
Fearing death has no effect on this here, you gotta go when it’s that Time, givin’ the dog bone.

by
r j j stephan, i *Header is our beautiful mother as most of DEAD have never seen! It’s alive!
c. May 11, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST
{ drafted while “AGITATED” & listenin’ (watchin’ a video) of the 715 planets of #NewWorlds discovered by #NASA link @ https://youtu.be/YmcEgOZAxhI }

w.w.a.r.d.?

#Triggered #InfiniteExtinction #WellKissJustAsBefore

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SHORT TRIPS OF A HAPPY GIRL *
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 11, 2019
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In the end, as it always was, everybody knows the queens of the #Hop, rock hard and a-rolla
Filled with gametes of the genome, conceived, born, aborted or groomed into a fake trauma
Nobody who has ever taken breaths of this air, this living breathe of spinnin’ cosmic pea-soup
Torn hearts fallen in and out of love, pretended to be promised, all of it a mere clown’s dupe.

Four out of the sixteen souls still roam the Earth, the rest have run down underground to me
Where no other can breathe, see or feel anything at all, just me all alone with nothing, free
Not an illusion that I’m wasting time thinking about helping the beggars for the wise jib jab
God isn’t answering the chants and the ceremonies look like a begging for the end of a slab.

Strangers touch us all from the moment we’re dropped from mothers’ wombs, so immaculate
Then onward into bright lights and shadows of seven continents to live from day to day, mate
Nothing gets wasted from seed to wasted corpse, emptiness of the vessel fleshes out illusions
Deluded liquid shark teeth can’t bite, wasting time with holy hole’s alpha centaur i bumpkins.

Whispers in the Duke’s ear, in and out the other one, leaves me no angel’s winged fake feeling
A miracle I made it six decades full of opportunities and total success, I will have killed bears
Nothing peculiar ‘bout that magic wand, everybody has one but it fails to launch, time to sing
If the Earth became One, it would turn the core into a fire that would ignite God’s nose hairs.

We used to think that the stars were just dots on the matrix of blackness outside and skyward
In reality, each are actually solar systems with planet/moons, revolving and evolving the bird
From cell to zygote to form and matter, all too human and other genome, a dusted west wind
Sunsets moving us around in circles, sunrises are you being a square in a triangulation ward.

Stop breathing for a moment, then we’ll have another chit chat regarding the end of the blaze
It’s not Lucy in the sky or the civilization or culture that’s responsible, it’s just a Creator God
It’s an accidental clash of massive Black Holes in mid-gravitational collapse, it explains blood
Cherished souls OMG, bones on fire leave dust from needles of formaldehyde’s purplish haze.

by
r j j stephan, i
 
* #BeyondTheTwilightZone #ComeHomeBabyRightNow ..header’s my Godfather, Uncle Tony at the “Alfano/Mortenson - Italian/Irish/Polish” version of a wedding party circa 1956ish A.D. RIP ghost-kin of mine! My gramma & grampa, Josefina & Giuseppe Alfano, are the bookends on either end of this entourage!
 
c. May 11th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
 
{ drafted while listenin’ to #BobbyDarin #BeyondTheSea #MackTheKnife #DreamLover & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Rc7_lCfbQP0 }
W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, May 10, 2019

#NobodyWantsToGuessWhy #ICameForYouBaby #VoidYourEpicRoyaltyChecks

 FAKE-DEAD, BLACK HOLE BUTTON
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Out on 1 limb of the tree of knowledge, I found out what I had forgotten, what I couldn’t find
Mixin’ the time sequences up, you can’t recall the Future or return to the Past, I know, I know
I will never learn to keep my big mouth shut like my daddy used to whip it, Kiddie-land mind
I finally without any warning, woke up from the dream inside my head, full of Truth’s blow.

Nobody could ever touch my soul or my heart, not this Time in Space or another, I am One
I am not sorry that I can’t be two, or you or three or four or a whole world of continental fun
Waxed and waned with the lunar revolution, wobbled on the axis and sucked out the helium
Left nothing to mix with the elemental origin, the Gold, the Silver, the yellow cake uranium.

In the singularity you will go way down to the never ending rabbit hole of Alice and the cafe
No coffee, no tea, no 7UP or Pepsi, no Mountain Dew or Root Bear, nothing to drink, I say!
Counting backward from ten down to one, then in an instant, in a heartbeat, I know nothing
You know all that’ll be known before extinction, singular dot of conception’s orgasmic song.

Regardless of what it is, the alter ego always wins the trophy wife of high school flash mobs
Vicious and pernicious yet compassionately humane, this Holy Boat sank long ago, we slobs
Moved inside of the dirty ashes, being wide open to consummation of mother-earthen things
Not by a carnivore or bacterial infections of mere mortals, but a divine suicide of God wings.

Red button and a black hole are the target of the dreaded last arrow, to the target’s near miss
Bull’s eyed fear of nothing but the emptiness you originated from, escaped from there to here
Price to pay for that, you forgot why you came, you wanted a reminder that could not appear
In Ether, driven heavy metal home for those who’d kill life, war kills the red flags of showbiz.

Bubbles breakin’ the thin line dividing inside from outside, allowing the acid to animate cells
DNA coded sequences ruptured by mutations from the solar protuberances and space balls
Been a red button leader doomed to return back to GO without collection the one old C-note
Keepin’ Soul-happy, feelings of the head red-heart copacetic, all you need’s Love, #FakeFloat.

The beginning started at the bitter end and remained right there in the muck and mire, Earth
A third planet from the sun or so they’ve said, compiled among the graphic equations of birth
It’ll help ones who don’t know it, the ones in ignorance of common sense will never, ever do it
Like Ones used up and spit out, two by two out of the arc, a reaper’s wheel house is evil, Live.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 10, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to the #Eagles #HoleInTheWorld youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9BQUpPVqlm0 }
W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, May 09, 2019

@RunawayJune

...dancin' by themselves 'cause they can buy their own drinks and take themselves 
to bed....be their own boyfriends, #PayTheirOwnTab!  #LetsGo  #DontNeedNobodyElse
W.W.A.R.D.?

Stargard - Which Way Is Up 1977 (Virus Mix)



W.W.A.R.D.?

Deep into a #NewYorkStateOfMInd #HappyBirthdayBillyJoelNumber70 #BruceSpringsteen #BillyJoel & #AlexaJoel

WHITE HOLES, RA & MIGHTY THOR
by
Richard Joseph Stephan  · Thursday, May 9th, 2019
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Spread nanoseconds of square feet above and below the planet’s surface, #HolyBlue ball
It’s a matter of black/white notions with no substance of The Form, Essence of #TheWall
You must be insane to be thinking beyond the ethics and morality of the tribes in conflation
It is the government of the germs and the people that is sacrosanct, alternative is extinction.

You’re a tool of the extinction, I am not, I cancel everything I can and delete the trails’ tracks
Into the Singularity I go once again, it’s a stretched out into an inside-out dot, pointed hacks
Hack or not to hack you while you read WORD play of a stranger hidden away in a lion’s den
It’s a MEME of the singularity, the inner core of the Void of your consciousness, an ego’s Id.

Fool me three times to strike out, I swing at anything that looks like it’s comin’ home to me
Tendencies of the animals to be eaten or buried underground with the rest of the dead bones
All movements from alpha to omega abstraction of the first to the last breath, a place in space
Snap your Achilles tendons and feel the downfall, Adam-Eve night, it’s a survival spade, Ace!

You will become identical to what you were before your mother and father conceived you, yea
That is it, written words of promises to return to nowhere, except in the NY state of my mind
Big Guy in the sky, above the moon, above the law of the good, the bad and the ugly, ad-lib it
Awakened, blinded by ultraviolet wavelengths of unburdened neutrinos in deep space’s chit.

OK, OK, OK, it’s failure to launch a boomerang from the angle of the dangle, hammer down
Thor lost the hammer, dropped the armor and helmet, naked ape still, mortally soul flown
#Odin and #Jord bore #Donnar before #Buddah #Krishno #Mao & #Christ, #Mjolnir’s pet
I can’t hold back the origin of the Void, a Singularity all in my mind, billionaires owed debt.

I need to burn leaves wrapped in paper (cigars and cigarettes) I need to find gold lottery wins
Vaping numbers, guessing random retrieval of digital dots, the winning ones, holy addiction
But and also, there’s no reason for the play, the acts on stage, the finales of waling, gnashing
Drunken nerds of grand-folks stuck in this here loop of providence, zip, black hole, Nothing!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
* RÃ¥Godt, snap Thor’s tendons, we’ll feel the burn? Run in spades/shoveled Aces in the Ho!
{ ...listenin’ to WAR THE BAND on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RFSWW4O6QNM }

#NEWYAAAAK
W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, May 08, 2019

#ParticlesAreAlive #DeathIsIllusory #DimensionsOfSpaceAndTime #AtomAndEVA #DragParticlesOfHiggsBoson #GitYourOwnBoson

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 QUARK NUKES, INFINITE MATTERS
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 8, 2019
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Here and now won’t be there and then but nobody comes back to review and verify at home
On the planet Earth or so I’ve been told and persuaded by the K-12 & professors of my butt
Put the key in the lock, twist and turn back and forth but it was tight and rusted tight-shut
Walked the middle road, one foot in front of the other, rollin’ life in a bag under a holy dome.

Outside of red dirt, eight miles higher than my friends’ enemies, my soul brothers and sisters
So I’m told, that’s where emptiness hits you in the solar plexus, drinkin’ twelve packs of beers
All are one and one are all, the three musketeers and the holy trinity trigger the swords’ fuss
Slices diagonally horizontal cuts until the pieces of flesh fall into medicated goo, stars dust.

Everybody wants to know what nobody will ever find out before they take their last breaths
Here and now won’t be there and then but nobody comes back to verify Words of God-men
Little minds in little bodies compared to the rest of the galaxy, a soul, indeed, invisibly seen
As a third eye’s disembodied spirit, nothing alive wants to be what It is, I’m all God’s deaths.

The heart’s the symbol of love but it disintegrates into atoms of matter, finally without reason
It breaks and bleeds out, pumpin’ out dreams of living, animated matter outed, a divine mind
Shots in the dark and blade slashes finish the hidden hit job of the massacred innocents’ skin
Fragile babies, decrepit skulls to toe, all of ‘em gotta go eventually, mighty God’s even Steven.

Down the rabbit hole now, jump in or you’ll get sucked in without your intent to groove, to fly
To the bottom where the core of Being exists in perpetuity, lights all out there, a rodents’ Ga
This is not a test, this reality from birth to death with a dream of nutrients for the mind’s eye
Is it real or fake? Perception, THE FORCE Nuclear gold, infinite weak atoms of Ma and Pa!

by
r j j stephan, i { Neutrinos & Quarks suck weak FORCE with gluons of mass-less bosons! }
c. May 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to the scents and watchin’ the sounds of noise and silence drove me insanely normal, in trouble like everyone else on Earth, waitin’ for the hammer to come down & listenin’ to the origin of atomic nuclei, @CassiopeiaProjectQuantumElectrodynamics link @ https://youtu.be/KZ67q4pvoHI }
FINIS

Tuesday, May 07, 2019

#InvestigateNothing #BelieveAnything #RebootYourArse #ItsAShortStoryToo @JoeSatriani #ProfessorSatchafunkilus

GONE FORTH, FEAR THE BRAVERY
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 7, 2019
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All you’ve got, grounds of your being here and now, starstruck ground, KingRichard A-bombs
In a whirl of Sanskrit and #ASL the word is that outside of the world as we know it, shaloms
Blackout empty of the gases necessary to provide aerobic and anaerobic respiration, ma and pa
There is nothing before and nothing after this thing, so just do it now before you lose dogma.

I’m not your relative nor your friend, I’m not your supervisor or the national conscience flow
Ring the bells and bang the gongs in front of the queen’s subjects, princess of America hobo
Pure evil momentum to overthrow the crown, the Empire of the Queen propped up by Dukes
Then there’s the non-Catholics, the Calvinists and Protestants of the queen, on the #downlow

Putting up the front for the world at large, whomever looks into a PrimeSeventeen SpyvsSpy
Lookin’ into everybody’s business like it’s nobody’s business, if you know what I mean, guy
Pertaining to you and my enemies and friends who know me and strangers who do not, chill
You have no choice now that you’ve come this far, before you’ve gone too far, back off the hill.

No controversy around my head, your head or the talkin’ head on the idiot box-screen’s waste
Silly rabbits still try to eat the Trix that they’re not allowed to even think about or even taste
Rabbit stew is what kids out of wedlock eat for a free lunch, holy, turtle burgers for everyone
We go out on the limb to fetch the furthest morsel to masticate and swallow whole, it’s done.

Put into the position of the leader or follower, each of us the descendant of alien amoeba ilk
Motivated to animate, run away from things that require foods, flesh, bone and vampire milk
You can always become an idiot as you were or you can remain elevated in your gym shoes
Over or under six or seven feet, that’s all you can look up to when you’re knee high to blues.

All two hundred and eight bones remain behind me, my zeitgeist dropped the load like lead
I knew it was Golden-Lead but it wasn’t the #Kryptonite my mama threw into a quasar head
In the Past this Present was the Future and in the Future this Present will be in the holy tent
Into perspective, nothing to #Fear queen, see the Prince-like signals, American King is sent.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST
{ crafted in a cosmic halo, bent space & time galactic light while listenin’ to the Suits #DuchessMeghanMarkle #LongLiveTheQueen I mean future king (7th in line) American Royal... bloopers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DfCCpCyf8kQ }

FINIS

Monday, May 06, 2019

Nickelback - This Afternoon #JustLikeFireWould #SmokedMyLastCigaretteInTwoOhNineteen

WATCH THE CLOCK ROCK & ROLL
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 6, 2019
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If and only if you have the time, I’ve got the cache in a stash, down with it, sight blindsided
Golden ore in various forms of precious, elemental metal content in pure rat formaldehyde
Whether it’s Truth of the facts of life or the invented Lie by a deep-state spy guy, disguised
As a friend, a relative, a lover, an acquaintance of collusion, addicted to faked passes, I lied.

In or out of the funk, can imagine drowning in the quicksand of civilized discourse squalor
Lucky to be a free-spirit infused angel without the human DNA genome, acid deficiency core
Inside and outside of the being in and out of this dimension of Time, future and past all One
Nothing different to distinguish without the categories and forms of exasperation, it is done.

What time it is depends on where you are at the moment you ask, dimensions are variable
As the world turns around and wobbles on it’s orbit about the sun, I wonder if I’ve fallen up
Because nothing in my life appears to be in the down category, although l am below average
In an essential place to be this thing itself, to be me, be born decades ago in a cribbage cage.

Armed and dangerous to the bare handed self defenders who put themselves in harms way
To be or not to be for equal justice under the universal law of karma, do unto others et al
If nobody hurts or defrauds anyone, then there’s no need to worry about retribution but hey
Keeping track of the good karma I’ve stored, I should be Good to Go at heaven’s pearly gate.

Get out of town, get out of my face and that should take care of the problem of being around
Frequent flyer between flutes and the tom toms, I am runnin’ with the wolves’ silence sound
From Jersey to L.A. I change the Time of night ‘n day, living twice, skippin’ 208 bones apart
Dark black aces and eights, confused, abused dead man’s hands, sanctified my broken heart.

by
r j j stephan, i *Header is one of my favorite artists Salvidor Dali and his #Stache - thx Sal }
c. May 6th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM Lundi
{ drafted while jammin’ to Bruce Springsteen #41SHOTS #HighHopes #HarrysPlace & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rOPDhoZH91g }
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