It's always alright, just let it go... #TakeMyWordForIt

KALEIDOSCOPE BUTTERFLY, HERD

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, July 17, 2020

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Imagine the look on the face of another elephant seeing this glorious sight of a butterfly fuss

This is what happened to Dumbo the elephant after he grew up and flew away from the circus

A pachyderm away from the herd is a target for predators who’ll kill, near the tower of Babel

Our colored faces are covered to kill prejudice and racism, like a surgical mask, a harem veil.

Big-top bigots of insanity runnin’ the treasure contest, that got overlooked by 20/20 visions

Warrior by default, watcher of battles twixt gangs, blade fights, drawn Smith-Wesson gatguns

Appearances and existence of the stuff, the things themselves are made of mortals’ sinnery

Mind’s the matter and matter’s the mind, there’s no two ways about it, a purple que for me.

Above this Earth and below the uttermost echelon of the pit of Hell with the other pretender

Trouble is as trouble does, or so I’ve been told in the poker game or at the race trace, I bet it

I’m all in for the Ends to come from wherever they’re at, any time, I’m sarcastic nite & day

From Puerto Rico on north all the way thru the U.S. and up through Canada to the arctic ice.

For the sake of Benjamins in any form or shape, it’s essential, a supernatural narrow byway

A pachyderm never forgets but what do they have to recollect? Nature of being and nothing?

Where are the predators who want to eat flesh instead of the plants and roots, game playing

From the dawn to the dusk, staying healthy, wealthy and wise is the only way to fly far away.

Hollywood’s the #Chit and it’s a matter of time before it turns into tan pebbled and beaches

Grass on the greens and fairways with 18 holes to drive, chip and putt into 18 empty holes

Now and then, this and that will come up in the dialogue, in the conversational monologue

A wanton squeal out of the traitors who commune in the socialist trough of a Jesuit rogue.

I got a hunch that I’m always right about everything, reasoning, rationality, logic tools too

There is nothing I don’t have so that I can figure out the reason for being all too humane

Many have come before my humble self, preached their pitch and left an echo in the rain

Spare parts and the used cartoonish flimsy-slam being marched to, by the minions of Sin.

Fact is, evolved microbes are now responsible for their own swollen, animated hemorrhoid

There never, ever was any divine creature-god above and beyond the atmospheric lectern

It’s all right inside this envelope of gas, ask any astronaut that left for a moment to return

Finding that everything they’ve come to understand before the flight is now One with Void.

Spanish Harlem or Little Italy Chicago makes no difference to the Irish, English and French

Not in America, not in these mighty United States, including Islands and Aleutian sea scum

Streets are as hot as the ocean water only they’re hard, cookin’ asphalt, the fire hydrant fun

Elephants never forget how Cuervo Tequila #FireWater rocked the world online, naturally!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, July 17th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Bled this out while listenin’ to Carlos Santana 2 hours of #Supernatural on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MNcB0l0H9qE }

FINIS

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