#SheDidntWriteMurder #SheWroteRedrum #Redrum #Redrum #Redrum #TheShining #CloudNineFine

RED-RUM ROAD, THAT’S HOW IT IS

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, January 9, 2020

- #GodOfDebris #LateHeavyBombardment #HotJupiters #GreatCaesarsGhost #NeptuneNeonMoon

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Wind, Earth and the Fire of the revolutionary friction and mortifying immortality of the sons

Gift from an inevitable Big Bang of matter to cause the energy used by nuclear colored skins

Lost electrons, neutrons and protons in the Void of the twilight zone’s polypeptide sequence

Still and at One goes an unmoved mover of everything, substance of the thing itself, essence.

I know nothing more than the professors and teachers taught, except everything on the web

Internet unknown to the fake fathers, priests of the blind faith, Chicago boys in an ocean ebb

Nothing but a great lake with holy water where you get dropped into the middle, cesspool jive

Uncle of my brother and sisters yet not mine, he’s lucky he remains a memory in the archive.

Wristwatch and the sundial keeps the shadow moving, darkness animated, in and out the sea

The Light is the main ingredient of the Thing we see and do, living for what it’s worth, Ashy t

Least of mankind’s worries on the planet and after death, yet all curious minds want to know

Kinfolk claim the deal is, Who the landlord is, whatever It is, it’s a UFO of Time’s Space, Bro

Dig, beatniks mothers and fathers, hippies grandchildren and the foreigners of a deep state

Unknown sons of bitc#es and daughters of bast@rds, on the take, all made men and women

Smokin’ savages when it comes right down to it, if you don’t slam on the brakes, you’ll crash

Metal to metal, faced loud bangs of steel ramming steel, roaming the herd, as an alpha male.

Weeds in the backyard and under the stairs that go down to the basement cellar, killin’ ‘em

Woke up in the News on TV, not knowing it was a setup from the get go, I’s a wanted man

Sons of bitc#es who evolved out of the petrie dish, Jennyfromtheblog, I mean #TheBlock

Known Acid of the cells, in the wishing wells of the living things that are plants and anima

Under debris of collapsed @HardRockNewOrleans, trapped under tons of Hard Rock signs

Anarchy is the least of humanity’s worries, look and listen for a silent coup d’etat, man sings

You can’t play me unless you know and like to lose to a red, hotrod in a 1/4 mile faked surge

You might be right or wrong but you’ve got to admit it’s as easy as pie, get down & y’all purge.

I want you to know little girl, grand daughter of the matrix, your 208 bones will be way gone

Soon enough from my broken hearts and soul searches for the cherished, a queen’s red pawn

Regardless of the path you tread with your heavy light loads, not a friend or enemy walkabout

Adam’s Eve cherished this, all too human, divine tragedy, subatomic comedy relief, no doubt!

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r j j stephan, i * #Murder spelled backward is #Redrum, re: #TheShining, #HeresJohnny }

c. Jeudi 9 janvier 2020 après-midi à 5 h 55, heure normale du Pacifique (PST)

{ Drafted jammin’ to a #TimeSpaceKillerHit, mighty Marvin Gaye’s #WhatsGoinOn https://youtu.be/r6jKE6YIxmc #IWantYou #mixedRemix youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yB3zkOqc6nI & Donny Hathaway #EverythingIsEverything link @ https://youtu.be/oUNz3A1cVus }

#BurnedBushFlameout

FINIS

W.W.AR.D.?

@MarvinGaye @MariahCarey @BobSeger #OnBeingMississippiRollers #KissMyAintThatSomething #WTF #OVER ?

 GOD’S DAM? MY KAYAK FREEFALL!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 8, 2020

------------------ #DayAfterDay #NightAfterNight ------------------

All we know, Money's the only thing, Everything’s a Fire Sale, Main Street serendipitous lies

Known Truth is another form of the same nonsense extrapolated from abandoned, dark skies

Where the stupid DNA gene has proliferated due to the attraction of being All to human void

Marked by an ‘X’ on the ground of being, a Space place to stick the spade’s holy crosshair kid.

One left to bury the Many deeper in the far end of the cesspool, a magical mama’s wasted ilk

Thing itself thinks about it all, essence and form of the animated and grounded worms’ silk

Soft and smooth to erase, to forget, to disintegrate, to absolve the creation from wrong right

Politically corrected and full of the fear of confrontation with the One who will get in It tight.

Mind matter doesn’t exist, there’s nothing with a mind in the matter, therefore, we’re all of It

How do I know? I know nothing and therefore it follows that Nothing exists, least in my shyt

Offended by ghettos and dispatched white trash dumps, where plastic paper forms a Divinity

Easy to crucify or burn on a funeral pyre, nothing is all of it, a mix of recollected serendipity.

No? I didn’t either but I had to ask because the paradigm case is Everything is Everything, yo

Not a smidgen of the Truth left over from first cavemen or woodsmen, all snorted bits of blow

IN and OUT of 208 bones with or without a diaper, catching shyt in holy places, a royal flush

Once or twice, with starry eyes searching for room to retire on fire, a holy, happy smoke push.

The bet is all in for the share of the booty, won without work just dumb luck, security’s fool

Walkin’ away with a load of cache, the ones who want to take it out of your hands, be a tool

Runnin’ ‘Dozens’ on the ghetto rats and cyber-world of neighborhood trolls, it’s tantamount

Use the tool of shame, to facilitate the souls trip from living Evil to be raw meat’s BBQ Hunt!

Metaphysical business ethics merge into the essence of the Singularity, nothing is the matter

When that fact has been metabolized, it is always too late to be satisfied with that status quo

God’s dog-consciousness from utter ignorance, drunken altered consciousness, swung batter

I captured the wood, ball slid into my bat grain’s sweet spot, a supernova hit, the heavy blow!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday January 8th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Drafted All Alone, doin’ the #FandangoTango & listenin’ to Bob Seger “Lightening & Thunder Bear” & #ILikeThatOldTimeRockAndRoll #AutumnClosingIn on the #NightMoves & ‘Greatest Hits’ on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mv-3kdrQe0k}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MississippiRoll #WhereISpentMy19YearOnEarth #BiloxiBlues

SYMBIOTIC PLAY FOR KEEPS, GA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 7, 2020

-----  #MississippiRoll -----

Nobody will believe that you’ve gone rogue and have drafted a cyber-psycho team of #Man

Not only are you the original One, you are the only One, just a matter and energy formation

Macrobiological magic and microbiological jingo walkin’ upon the plane, existing in a brat

On being a Neanderthal DNA code presented from cave walls of camel, Adam and Eve scat.

Sutured up the cuts and slashes once the healing is underway, scars and tattoos all disappear

As if there were never a slice of pain, here and now or before this Time in Space, never, ever

Not a chance in the bottom of Hades that exists in the minds of the tragic scared cats of hehl

In or out of the dream territory, asleep in the day or the night, thinkin’ twice then rang a bell.

You and I have no choice, nothing is free including the choices we make, our hands are forced

By the powers that be either random force or directed will of Powers-That-Be, amore It loved

To be or not to be was never any question for the divinity above and below, always To Be One

Never divided and conquered by random circumstance of being an ignorant shrew of the Zen.

Purpose is mine, you’re dreaming about reading the words and comprehending Truth as it is

Logical deductive reason of induction of arguments’ assumptions or #FakeNews’ conclusions

Pertaining to the fascination with the Peace between the Wars, ad infinitum, desire for Sins

Coveting you and I for the things we find and save in our safe place, a Force to a hot kissin’.

Lips open or shut with the eyes wide open or shut tight as a drum, say no evil, live It up alive

Awakened a genie in the bottle, found on the side of the two-way road to perdition’s beehive

I see what you’re trying to do, luring me into your web with these fancy words, sweet tunes

That is the #Hades place down below the core of the earth, in an atom of gut-wasted goons!

In conceptual analysis of Word and flesh, the imaginary creates #FakeNews, it is what it is

That is some power, that knowledge that it is what it is, makes ya wanna cry rivers of tears

Mother and father, sister, brother, aunt, uncle, cousins and friends all agree, I don’t know

Nobody is so high that they can’t get way low down and dirty, like a roach in a rat trap goo.

Always something but usually nothing you can do about it, none of it, any of it, beyond us all

Hope for the steam and heat you get when you’re warm and comfortable in a cocoon squall

New religion of blind faith in the gas you breathe in and out of your lungs, a lapis lazuli soul

Where angels can’t fly, when evil and dead spirits rise from Earth’s dirt bag in a black hole.

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Jammed it out of the #Void, the #Ether, out of nowhere while listenin’ to some #HotLicks of the #Blues ala #RobertCray, #BuddyGuy, #EricClapton & #BBKing on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BKRARDgYD0Y }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?