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Wednesday, November 14, 2018

#UtterBLISS, #CheechChong #PrisonerSurprises

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BLISS, #CheechChong PRISON PRIZE
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, November 14, 2018
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Midland or in the middle of the work, the art, the picture, the portrait, the #FakeNews
Before the time when you can’t breathe another gasp of #SmokeyTheBear’s hair blues
Burned brush and redwoods, cedars, spruce and whatever the #HellFire ate, It scrams
Consumed down to the rocks and the dirt, now like a moonscape satellite of God’s dams.

Picasso could not trumpet the coming, it wasn’t on TV or backfired radio news in the AM hail
It just came with people in cars yelling and screaming to “Move, get the #Phuque out my way
As if someone wanted to stay in one place and become consumed by hot fire sparks’ #Topgun
Invisible Man upstairs, give me a break, pray to who for what, man’s or gods’ good or evil fun.

Nobody knows anything for certain, including you professor know-it-all, you googled-it-all
A fool in the rain or the snow is a fool on the ground of being, a lease on one of God’s balls
Growing DNA from rampant RNA spinnin’ in circles, wobbling in an ecliptic ad infinitum
For your eyes and ears only, nothing to feel or touch here, smack the bad taste out my bum.

Giants cannot see the microscopic microbes, mitochondrial survival of the fit scum’s slime
Animated bone bags, calcified soft rock, bodies formed of an idea, a modal unit’s primetime
Of the mice and the women, the fish in the sea to shining sea, we get around the blue climax
Knowing that the end is near or far is not a panacea, bars and locked down in a prison #Max.

All you have for the punishment of the crime is the thoughts between your ears, inside a 6x6
Payin’ for the freedom you took for granted and threw it all away forever, incarnated dust sex
Gloves on hands, red duct taped wrists, boxing the 4 walls you got to beat your God incarnate
Time won’t heal any wounds beyond Space’s third day, you got an itch, so go #Scratch a date.

by
r j j stephan, i { *grati for the #header above the scroll Escuela Deportiva Pablopicasso }
c. BLOVEMBER 14TH, 2018 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST
{ *drafted while listenin’ to a cranial pressure release listenin’ to the mighty Cheech and Chong historical cyber-record on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iMYHEhyf_Rs }
 
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