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Friday, February 14, 2020

HAPPY VALENTINES' DAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE, CAROL ANN, THE LIGHT IN MY SOUL! #TwiceAsNiceAsTheColdIce #NoJoke ROTFLMMAO & will go see the @JonnyLangBand in Tahoe tomorrow night! #LetUsRock

WHO LOVES TOAST? I GUESS I DO!
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 14, 2020
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Meant to be together from the first heartbeat to the last gasp for gas in the wind, I do, It goes
Longer than the guns and knives used to fight the battles for Liberty and a divine trophy wife
Moving to and fro in the menudo of the cosmic hodgepodge of creature feature fantasy blows
Temperate and sometimes as hot as an automatic weapon, Glock or Smith & Wesson of Life.

Red dirt roads and my first time walkin’ up and down highway 49 from Auburn to Cool hills
Goin’ to work and every Sunday goin’ to the church to pray to God this means more to the eye
Than first glance of a blindman, blinded by the black and white lights like a deer ready to die
Clapton’s God in this house or I’m lying to you, listen closely, all in for my friends’ road kills!

High achievers or no good bums on the streets and roads to perdition where angels fear to go
Mainly because there are no angels, that’s the first thing, a myth is The One, dirty Black Hole
Singularity collapsed graves’ stones into the ground of being, into the burnt core of beaches
Fathers gave the business to our mothers and here we are, here, now in a blackberry patches.

Y’all don’t want to know ‘bout your own future, lunatic nature of this living-light, a sacred fire
In a photosynthetic jag of RNA and DNA, ate plants morphed from rock n’ roll into jazz trips
Around the bend & over the foothills full of poison oak and sage, blacktop poured my prints
Onto the ground of The Being, hard and soft like candy, it’s all good, and evil, a baby pacifier.

Come a little closer, my younger-older brothers and sisters, my ma and pa are way long gone
It’s all about how the ball bounces coming off of the goal, the rim, hoops’ basket case frowns
A velvet valentine heart on my chest ready to be split in two, one for me and one for you, Ga
One Zeus who’s way long gone, left us all sucking stone dust, exhaling Hades’ scam, lie of Ra.

Surging on the California coastal surf, I jam my board under my handcuffed wrist, underarm
Runnin’ in the sand, cramping my feet and calves, ignoring the pain and suffering of a worm
Surfers to the left of me and boogie night’s boards to the right, you cannot see me, I ain’t here
Cool secret’s slow & blue rock to last all night long, I’m set, 208 divine human bones, swarm!

I broke all of the glass, shattered it all into shards of reflection, split atoms of my father’s ego
He asked me, my dad, to get him out of this pain and suffering and I waited for the good to go
Eventually, after the incredible ordeal was nearly over or else the wayward, far away look eye
Holy scat batman, mastermind heads, dead philosophers & poets, first contact’s in, gad Zeus!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, February 14th 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ #HappyValentineDay to all of the Roman Soldiers that Valentine soothed in their extinction behavior, men loving their men, taken from their fathers to fight and kill Live Evil. Listening in the creation stage to Hall & Oates on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ATRsYfiVUy8 }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, February 13, 2020

#FLAMINGOPINKY #TakeABreakNow @JonnyLang

 
FLAME OUT YOU PONY SOLDIER!
Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 13, 2020
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Almost Valentine’s day in a few hours over here on the far side of the Earth, it’s already gone
Pretending that your mind is married to your skinned hide dog and you avoid the crazy bone
Got way too high and actually puckered up and French kissed the sky, no donuts up there boy
Braver than a man ought to be staring the end of your being in the face, ready to join the fray.

Everybody’s everything is involved in this riot of mamas’ older kids, dodger GIs AWOL scene
Little Latin Lupe Lu, tip of the hat to my sister, cousin, godmother, grandmother Josephine
Females goin’ by ‘Jo’ and gettin’ yanked around from birth to death, free when it’s hot TNT
You can walk slow or fast, you can rock and roll or go near the speed of light, love you I see.

It’s all a matter of perception, a point of view putting yourself into others’ unfortunate freeze
In deep or shallow space and moving from point to point, breathing deeply to fees’ penalties
Common like my great grandfathers’ lack of property other than their wife and children faces
Sitting here by me or you matters about as much as the Summer rain, ready to win the races.

Who plays and you and I call it a day, using more vowels and consonants to twirl the crowns
Of the queen and the king who are mortal and although not wounded, marked for the extinct
Underground or above the place way down below at the core of the Earth, there it is, in sync
Up close or afar beyond the beautiful wall from the ol’ Missis-sip to the Cal-Exico block icing.

Cortisone and whiskey from Black Jack, the brother I never had to get me drunker than pops
It wasn’t his fault, his father and the great fathers before them all got here from infinity hops
Just because you turned your head my way, I was supposed to your drop dead gorgeous legs
And follow them everywhere until I got my touch, a feel of velveteen eel-like skin, great pegs!

Maybe there is a reason for being an ignominious ignoramus, all too human, as above, divine
Planetary knowledge and wisdom of the 21st century, your ancestors cared less than all mine
Thinkin’ preachers knew nothing when they were born, dropped a dime on a black Prussia
Who thinks the minions are comely sheep flocks needing to be herded into a fold of anima.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi 13 février 2020 à 13 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique
{ Drafted while listenin’ to #Cocaine live in 2006 MSG Networks Eric Clapton #EC & Steve Winwood on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DVl-oXi-TpY }
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#TrappedOnATrapeze #GravitySucksUsIn #GetBentAndShaped ...by #SpaceTime

PICASSO CON-CUBE, FORM LIGHT *
Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 13, 2020
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A con-job to convince the gullible that the Lie is Nothing but the Hole Truth, help me gods!
Yet the point is moot since everyone is a #Con either convicted or wanted for paltry hotrods
Possible to be the hunter of this bounty for pennies on the dollar, up to a ten foot slam dunk
That isn’t the half of it, the whole shebang, to know thyself and to do unto another one’s funk.

From the bitter ends of the Earth where the dust stops, the air doesn’t blow, no wind sinned
Around in circles like a dizzy ball of asteroid lost in Space, the Time for revolution, orphaned
Full stop, stagnation, deterioration of a memory’s integrated, leftover morsel of vape sunrise
Conditional argument for the nature of the beast that I am, innocence corrupted by the Price.

Costing more than the value is worth but justified by the almighty profit of Chicago 5 & dime
5 pregnancies and 7 babies we thank the mother of us all, for fortune bequeathed to my twin
Who was DOA from the holy matrix of fire, the sunspot that blew it’s cookies, monsters care!
Reaching into the holy place everywhere around, 360 degrees of directional sub-family affair.

Sitting around the ocean and painting the person I see in the form of a woman of distortion
She’s all miked up with nothing to say, she is, shall we say, an oil painted mess of swirlin’ sin
About to make the exit from the matrix which is neutral to life and death of the living gravity
It sucks us in and blows us out in a swirling whirl, won’t stay out of my mouth, ego’s mystery.

Igor or Homer will ruin the whole show, the play on words and actions is in mid-finale form
Shaped like a woman, thought as a man, all too human like the nihilistic Nietzsche silk worm
Penance given to the kings and queens who imagined immortality as a given, feared the Ends
Which is always where everything in heaven’s Earth Is, imaginary figments in a Cave, friends!

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r j j stephan, i *Header is the painting of a man called Pablo, at One, Pablo Picasso's House
c. Thursday, February Thirteenth, Two Thousand Twenty, Year of the Lord @ 3:11 AM PST
ala Maltese lingo: Il-Ħamis, Tlettax Tnejn, Elfejn u Għoxrin, Sena tal-Mulej @ 3:11 PST AM
{ Released to the infinite shadow this AM while listenin’ to the #PhilosophyOfPlato 36 books link @ https://youtu.be/VDiyQub6vpw }

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