#YouMustBeKidding #YoureNotKidding @PINK #COVid19

PAPER, SCISSORS, WORDS & GODS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 23, 2020

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Matrix of a corona, a viral infection alright, no doubt about it, a random blank, black accident

Woke up at the crack of dawn, slept at the last sight of the sun setting in the blank man’s skin

Marked for disaster and romancing with the stone, too hard to get away with it, heaven scent

Convoluted explanations for justification of the indefensible minions, a mortal commit to sin.

I can’t tell you why any of this activity on Earth is happening, a civilized culture of the free

Moments of air breathed into and out from the aerobic tools we know as conceptual analyses

Finding the Truth at the absolute best time, perfect timing just like clockwork, meant to be

A third way down the middle of the road, a path of least resistance to the yin and yang tease.

Mumps, measles, smallpox or H1N1Virus #COVid19 by the simple minds mixe for the trick

To show what it means to cast a spell and watch it appear from absolutely nothing, it’s a kick

In the rear or the front end, either way the point is You and everybody else will try to avoid

To the uttermost echelon of the pit inside your mind and imaginary spirit, an immortal void.

Since the creeps and the fools have emerged and retooled their DNA by a random RNA fizz

Dream turned into reality, sleep turned into the awakening of the only thing that ever was

Beaten the sun’s heat in the shade of the wood and shingles, refrigerated iced cream tricks

Jumping and disappearing over the cliff, only one way out and that’s way down, got my 6?

Pouring over the iced cream sundae, the chocolate and cherries flow like lava out a mountain

Mixin’ & matchin’ rocks, molten in a rolling mass of cool Blackstone gas, so, which way’s up?

Beams of light turn me into absolute darkness and soundless feel and smell and taste of Man

Cause of the first man & last woman and all of them between, dream in a dream, wake TFU!

It’s a matter of random settling on the logical reason for the series of events called our Life

Game or serious business, it all ends the same, dead as a door-nail as if one could be alive

It’s a remote possibility yet still a low probability that life will turn out to be dreaming strife

A punishment for either disobedience of laws or at least a way to jackknife off of a high dive.

Monday through Saturday, the six revolutions make room for the final one, my Sunday best

Looking good as the lord, the gods, the random randos wanted us to be, a phenomenal fest

Party on the backstreets and in the penthouses of the skyscrapin’ Sheetrock, all souls to sing

Thrown up Happy Ending, Adam’s or #CHAD’s forms of anarchy, granite statues of nothing.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, June 23rd, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 PM PST

{ Drafted while watchin’ Nuclear Godzilla vs King Ghidorah | Godzilla: King of the Monsters @ https://youtu.be/5BxqahE0fu8 }

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?