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Friday, April 10, 2020

LEAD IN GOLD, SHOW YOU RIGHT!

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 10, 2020

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They’re all still pretty GOODFRIDAYS before the Easter of the villains and God’s proteges Go

Streets emptied of the traffic of rubber heartaches as steel engines of creation’s bridges crack

They go across the waterways to get the traffic to the CoVirus’ territory of the 5G towers flow

Of the radio waves, the wavelength and frequency man made out of the star stuff, God smack.

Rocking the stones and pebbles of the flint and basalt makes this Rock Concert a done deal

It’s the ringing in your ears when the amplifiers have been unplugged, rollin’ down the I-Five

Millions of people and millions of dollars that represent the 5G gold and silver lining of Moe

Three stooges time for the rest of the day, slap my stick & move on to the End of a big show.

Lost my philosopher stone when I was swimmin’ in the lake looking for your dead bones

Jumped right in there thinking that you’d fix the dissolution of civilization into The Fates

Dreams helped divert attention while asleep but it’s a hard road when you’re on the dates

With Fate, with eyes wide open to Time we stole from this Space, this place, weB drones.

Still awake while lookin’ at the ones I loved, watchin’ me die a sad, painful ending of breath

Of men and mice that grow from microscopic acid complexity, DNA & RNA of microwaves

Wavelengths of Cosmic and Infrared found me in the streets of the city, evil, chiefs & braves

A show that projected from above with the light, the focus of viral infections, life and death.

Rise up like the smoke from the cave or underground, rotten dust and ashes of man, unkind

Memories of what I can’t recollect is my amnesia of The Truth, to survive or become extinct

That is all there is, no heaven or hell as written by atheists & blind faith Hope-filled sheeple

Silver lining you want and you’ve got it now, philosopher stoned thorns shot into the people.

Punks and genii mix blood and become the only ones left here and now, brothers & sisters all

From the original Two who tangoed when the rule was to Never Tango, best friends’ downfall

From above it was a long drop to get to the bottom of Rock, now below it I’ll always be Up It

Best friends and mortal enemies don’t know, they’ll never know, my Void is my own...#Sheet.

r j j stephan, i

c. 4月10日，二十點二十分Anno Domini @ 4:44 Ante Meridian，太平洋標準時間

{ Ripped this piece of #Godsmack out of the blackness of a bright #WaxingGibbous on the #PhilosopherStone in my back pocket, turned some lead into gold again, it’s only a grain for the drone in me but it’s all I had left! Hey it’s a GD pandemic right? @VanMorrison #PhilosopherStone link @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs }