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Monday, June 22, 2020

DOOM & GLOOM IN DRAGO’S ROOM

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 22, 2020

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It doesn’t matter in the end, it’s not going to be forever and more likely won’t, it’s #SO tense

I want you to jump right on top of this one, put the kibosh on this shot fractured fairy tale

Nobody knows anything, start right there like you never knew that, it will all make nonsense

Am I right or wrong, you know no more than I do, less than the pope or president know.

Begin with courage required to survive surprising my consciousness with your hot Cat legs

How high do those stockings go? Scream and shout, I love ya honey, it’s all of what she digs

I need to move the wheels forward and finish the circuit by the deadline, it’s like a hot halter

Time just exposed its abstract groove only existing in the mind of man, full of Ra’s holy water.

This here is a ghost town that’s left over from the paradise that used to be a hummin’ deep

Nevermore anywhere else but here and when the now ends and it’s just a dream of a creep

Made a world up out of nothing and out of nowhere it comes trying to enlist a #SpaceForce

Whoa now y’all hold up, there’s no way I can commit to the infinite trip to the end. divorce.

The fact is sacrosanct, this is the fact of life, this is what you needed to know 50 years ago

At least you didn’t die before you found out for certain, people do get reaped by the wraith

Then again, right after everyone dies we all come to know the Truth, no Time left for Faith

Dig, for the minions, passin’ on the immortality, soul power over to a Doom & Gloom flow.

For the comedy and the tragedy, the play is played by acting players, all too humane beings

On the outfield, the court, the rink or gridiron, all’s the same, you win some, you lose some

It depends on luck, stamina and strategy, victory occurs at the moment the tide turns to red

All around the coasts, the sea turned red, reflected the algae without a predator, dice rolled.

Serious injuries have resulted from the death of reality, vision inside and outside are the One

Every man and woman on the planet is both a baby and an elder senior, live it up, dying son

Confronting the features of the matrix, every trick in the book that wasn’t written, I’m singin’

Bells ding down below, rung for the kin above grounds, just chillin’ with ol’ Marshall Dillon!

r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, June 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 1300 hours PST

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