P H I L O S O P H I A

Wednesday, January 29, 2020

#BrandXYZ #RollinTheRock #LetUsRock #IFeelTheMusicInYouToo #RIPTwoFour24KB

ZA, AJA, HOMBRES & TOSTADAS

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 29, 2020

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NOTHING, Za, Aja oh mama, written up in the sky ‘tween US and the suns of my demigods

Sorry if I’ve offended someone like that mother of invention used to, he Zappa’d the hotrods

We still use it to beat the dead horses we still try to ride out from the battle to a holy sunset

It is a crime but it’s not a crime, it’s a stalemate chess game where nobody wins, losers, Git!

Penalty for disobedience of the law of straight and narrow road from birth to death is prison

Locked up in a rat cage supplied by the holier than thou humanity-in-charge of the herd’s kin

Nobody gets out dead or alive my friends, a fecal matter of not who ya know but who ya blow

Skippin’ rope with your sisters in front of the house on the sidewalk with their friends below.

All’s just a distant recollected Time within a presence of Space between your ears, holy scum

Magna cum laude to all, drop a dime on ancient teaching of images, not many but um, some

Inside dark caves where our forefathers used to hide from being porridge of cat-dog menudo

By the ogres and monsters who thrive on cool jazz of animated bones, let’s eat, an innuendo.

Father of all of the godmothers uses the planet’s system of 20/20 hindsight of cosmic dust

To be or not to be and then to wonder why it all matters to anyone who becomes mankind

Of course there is no answer but there is the question and that is why we pass the Time out

When there’s no Time Out’s left, you call Time Out anyway ‘cause Yota said, ‘Live, we must.”

OK for the Star War and the Battle Star but the Star I am, here and now in a presence I abide

Because I will not to be as I willed to be in the first place, concept analyzed, incestual joy ride

From First Cause to the moment I am in and see before me, blinded by the light, Deaf riches

I was and will be what I am, product of 1 x 1, not 2 but another 1 of the many sons of beaches.

Tan, bronze, shined black opal and obsidian to make the world a better place for me to avoid

Obedience to creeds of mentally ill dead men and dead women, unknowns left the gods’ Void

Amazing and blinded by a blaze of blown atomic matter, living large like ol’ Huckleberry Finn

Wonderman, yeah you know, whirlybird’s down in the hollar, up old Tom Sawyer’s hind end.

r j j stephan, i

c. Janvier 29th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Blasted from the face of the rocks of Earth this AM in MY #GaCave while jammin’ to the #BestOfMilesDavis on youTube @ https://youtu.be/Me9RXpbKIso & Steely Dan #AJA & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/fG2seugAgnU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, January 28, 2020

#Phantasms & #PerfectPussyCats #EyesGotMessedUp #DrinkMuddyWaterToo

WE GET WHAT WE GAVE, IN STYLE

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 28, 2020

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Pinch me so I can see if the dream’s real or fake, easy to see when it’s as bright as a dark star

Music fades but filled up to the hilt, where angels fear to go above & below toothpaste tartar

On the divine teeth of the empty ether, simpletons find TheSimpsons to be One, animated

Wanting the horticulture and the civilized tongues of the Word and signals of the favored.

Got a reason to live, got what I gave and I gave it all for the kid, gave my life in a flash of scat

Couldn’t save myself and couldn’t save the world not even a hardass roach or dirty ol’ rat a tat

Not only was the fix in but also the fix was guaranteed by powers that be, not even li’l old me

Awareness of DNA within and the Void of Hercules without the genome, is It all there is, free.

In the left ventricle or the right auricle a pump of living soul moves the beat of the rhythm bit

Reasonable and rational as the smile on my face, worn on my sleeve, my emotional rescue tea

I got exactly what I gave, sometimes nothing, sometimes something or other, I’m double Two

Fear of ending in a thick fog of a 5 freeway soiree, reality is as it happens, Black Mamba’s blue.

Now multiplied stats divide running of the miracle mile for the fortunate sons’ shave lather

Leaving ro eggs and the insemination animation to be out of will power control, say it later

Got to be down on my knees for this dreamer’s disease, it’s not my fault that it’s all there is

Opened eyes and closed mind yet bombarded by the cosmic light stimuli and kool-aid fizz.

You might say ‘Beat It’ but it means nothing unless you’ve got a back-up to enforce in-outfits

Hands clapping, legs dancing, music deep inside me and you, don’t let us have epileptic fits

Keep the faith and the hope that the love will never fall completely apart, just snappin’ fjords

Bottom line’s crackin’ the cover and disappears with Time’s flight in Space skeert passwords.

r j j stephan, i

c. Janvier 28th, 2020 A.D. Rita Hayworth (1918-87) Natalie Wood (1938-81) Magic 8 Ball drafted @ 2038 hours listenin’ to #DreamersDisease #YouGetWhatYouGive THE NEW RADICAL 激進份子s on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dD6il4cEEfs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WOKED #PostThePest @SANTANA @WARtheBand #CalledOutFromTheBarrio #ForgetAboutIt

POE'S #WOKE, DONE GONE FISHIN’

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 28, 2020

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From the honkeys and the Toms come the grief of the drifters, from the tracks of ghetto chit.

Gave the two new kids on the Chicago blocks of 2020 A.D. a peanut butter sandwich tattoo

On your forehead where the people look to see if you’re good, bad or just as ugly as grandpa

From the bottom of the barrel of monkeys, where wise men fear to go, they die there #Bro.

When it’s all come down to this, it’s all enough to kill a horse or at least beat One into bytes

Tiny fools lovin’ the small bag of money you got in your backpack, look out, reaper’s comin’

You can’t stop it, you’ll drown or be crushed or maybe just left out to rot in the God’s dam It

From the honkeys and the Toms come the grief of the drifters, from the tracks of ghetto schit.

You know what it’s like to die right? Behind your shades, behind your eyes, there is It, a Void

Down, dirty, up your sleeve with an eternal thrust into darkness’ form, I’m a singularity droid

Into the days of a blazing, burning out Oxygen generator, cosmic light turned into my breath

In and out of my mind’s lungs, the theory goes, you’re born, live and die in the end, it’s Ends.

I have no PhD or MBa but I got a shirt on my back and boots on my feet, blood, taxes & fools

Everywhere, all around the place in space where I am, Ma & Pa dropped a dime, how I rolls

Maybe a Tootsie or a Rolls, either way the thing itself is no more nor less than rat snitch scum

Below the slugs and moles, barnacles and mitochondria congregate to prepare the infinitum.

Lights came on, I blinked for a hundred years, it dawned on my day, spun my star’s asteroid

Angels are nothing more than everything other than me, my baby’s learned Ego, super Freud

Full or empty of the Words that made the Flesh, it all is comin’ down to a holy, post mortem

Living left hangin’ around the deep state’s holes in grounds of being, all there is, It’s all done.

Golden pity on the dearly departed for leaving before you & I, no worries, you got hot thighs

It’s a comin’ hot mess, singin’ about it, you know it, last taste & gasp, cut out sunlight’s rise

Into an Event’s horizon you go, stretched into microscopic lines of the Black Hole’s ugly Good

Invisible, indivisible and all of It, One left over, relaxed a Big Bang’s Puff, bled out of blood!

Jump the phqn freaks from behind, there is only a game without any rules left so we eat it all

From the red and black dirt minerals and the refused junk in the yard, come what I am in Fall

Runnin’ dozens and grossing out the innocent and the beautiful minds of raped alien dreams

#Woke and awakened consciousness, I animate the cartoon’s body and soul on BlackJack 49!

Lonely road with too many thoughts of the rights and the wrongs between me and star gazes

Long and narrow, no way to get on the shoulder, on the gravel, it’s an empty void of ho-Azzes

Ends from the Original Bang, it was Big, it was Small, It is all there is, debt to pay in full first

I jumped up, I jumped around, first and last move from the emptiness, skate into of course!

Blast I had today, I hope we can do it again but we probably won’t, it’s over when it’s over chit

Freedom and my choice to be alive or dead, watchin’ the rules and regs, hoppin’ all around it

Eventually the Event Horizon pulls your super-Ego into the bottom’s top, tip of the caput pill

Equalizers left in white houses of DARK trash, swimmin’ with FISH in heaven boys, eat, kill!

r j j stephan, i #NEVERMOREnevermore

c. Mardi, Janvier 28th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Draft Kobe-completed Ends while listenin’ to #Angel by E V E R L A S T ( B A N D ) on an eternal loop link @ https://youtu.be/89hOIUAobYY }