#PhonyBones #PretenderEnds

ALL IN A WOMB, FORGET ABOUT IT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 8, 2020

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In the deep space allowed to my living DNA, I got a strong back for the heavy, #2 load of scat

A whole lot of love coming dead out of your mother’s and father’s thighs, knuckle sandwiches

Crying does a little bit of good for your soul and spirit, a cosmic dust cover-up, the Truth seal

Pain and suffering will motivate even the bitter idiot savants who carry me from birth to debt.

What I owed was because I spent the loan, I wasted the cash on pretty little mamas who loved

Me forever is what they all said or at least that’s what I heard, a distortion of real gods above

You’ve got as much control over your animation as you do over the revolution of melting ICE

Knowledge and wisdom just conceptual analysis of the incredible place in Space, Time’s rice.

Hunger is all gone as if it never existed in the second or third place of liberty’s will to power

I could blame everybody but me since I had nothing to do with the entry into pops creation

He came before my mama did and I guess she conceived me without a nut, not even a wiggle

Debt that was owed from the ancestral garden of Eve, now I pay the love and hate struggle.

Come along with me on the high and low roads because the middle road is now a dead end

You can’t get past your last breath, your final heartbeat, omega thought of being an incarnate

In the flesh and bones, in the brain and mind of the Many who split from the host, godsend

It is what it is, back turned on carrying everybody else’s debts to the creator of this caliphate.

In absolute darkness of the cosmic menudo, I am what it is and I always was and will be It

All of it, not just some of IT, the whole shebang, literally and figuratively as the case may be

It all enters from a one way street, direct sunlight burning star causing evolution of species

Think, an alien form of being, not of this Earth, left us on the planet for the Congo Ubangees.

#SpaceForce is a way to look beyond the atmosphere to the Void we hope is full of live bones

Friendly or hostile, to know you are not alone is better than being alone, be the tattoo of apes

If and only if you can mimic the ones who came before you, God wastes the starlight’s cosmos

Regardless of the outcome, divinity’s dam right here & now, #JackFlash rockin’ your cradles.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi 8 fevrier, 2020 Anno Domini

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the Gregg Allman #AintWastinTimeNoMore LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X-bBWbrHgGE }

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#YouReallyDontNeedMe #WhyYouKeepCominAround ?

GRIM DEAL FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 7, 2020

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If you don’t read this diatribe, this dissertation of glum reality and the illusions of perception

Sensory or extrasensory ESP puts you in the passenger seat of any hotrod who comes along

With or with the tattoo of you on their face and a tattoo under their eye, maybe two or three

Killer apes full of their mothers and fathers scorn for being alive on Earth, among killer apes.

Stripes, stars and bars are the official designation of command respect, for the ranks blue sky

Above and below the polar magnetism, we get stuck on the far-side of non-sequiturs and a fly

Words of sounds and signs agreed upon by babies of girls who like to party, barely naked lady

Making the DNA of the genome rupture out of lust rather than love, at one and done, all over!

Eye of the tornado is blinded by atomic black light and protuberances 93 million miles away

On the surface and deep into the recess at the core of the host, nothing don’t exist, a zero tag

Monks, nuns, brothers and priests all want to be the only One God loves, I think I am, I brag

Reality bit in the cervical and thoracic of the backbone, provided my comic chew of the day.

Don’t watch your own back, have a strong ally take that duty and resist mighty powers that be

Seeking to end your existence and eat you or bury you out of sight of the hellfire’s fake liberty

All of the dead bodies in a deep hole and buried under tons of earth dirt, solar bullish entity

Giving it all when some game nothing in particular, in general just a dream in a dream, see?

Shackles and chains on your hands and feet and you’re sick as a rabid canine without a cure

Virus and flu of the infected bacteria that live alive under one roof with us, ready to be extinct

Looking for a will to cause the effect of the Way, the middle path from here to nirvana’s blur

Then and only then, if and only if the Truth is the Reality of this beast, all too human in sync.

Hedge Fund Zero has all of my marbles and with or without it, I will move from here to there

Profits gone off the charts and the tripling of the gross total, over a million bucks for the care

That a human requires it and refuses to die even without arms or legs, memory of extinction

Everybody gets on the floor to dance now, just keep the chin up, eye on a prize, chrome Bean.

Snakes, worms, flies and gnats keep the macroscopic in pure microcosm, rotten John & Joy

Inside the inner circle, there’s a center of nothing at all, in control of all things, a maniac’s toy

All alone in Oneness and in a mental funk for being the Many, a baby talks, a humane Word

Sound of the air comin’ through tongues and cheeks, lips and jaw of the eating machine herd.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, February 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ Jam drafted while listenin’ to @VanillaFudge #YouKeepMeHanginOn on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/R3ChToIvLRM}

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#OnAFreightTrain #ReadyToJumpOffInAlbuquerque #JustRanOutOfTracks @GreggAllman #ImNoAngel

BLOOD ORANGE, JUICE OF JOSHU

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 7, 2020

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Well she comes and she goes with the candles in the wind, they get blown and move south

Cut off from the oxygen to burn into the ether, the atmosphere, the Void of the herbivores

Nothing to say to the animal cannibal but to stop eating things that crawl and jump around

From the womb to the ending of the breath that comes in before I blow it out of my mouth.

To the entire being that burns the stars in the middle of nowhere’s darkness, I do love y’all

Every atom full of charm and love, invisible to naked eyes but insight and dreaming this ball

Is all I have without any heaven and hell that was a given notion for Supernova or Singularity

Y’alls will to power bring ballsy love into the deep womb I know blindfolded, it’s all ‘bout me.

Nothing personal to the others, the Many who are not me and never will be, I am what I am

I crawl, walk, run, cry, laugh and put it all into perspective, mine and only mine, all gods dam

It is what the ruler of the empire does, lives alone in solo flight being the alien, the Earthling

I always know the fire is with me, burnin’ holes in my pockets like cash money needs no ring.

Married to mobs and unfiltered pond scum to glean the water from the wood, metabolize me

Consummation of the transubstantiation changin’ water to blood-wine, a crucible’s grace fee

Drinking deep into beings where angels fear to roam, spotted hunger, ate wiseacres’ thumbs

Animated the 208 bones in silhouette form-essence, moving Unmoved Mover’s holy crumbs.

Sacred hearts of my people and their pretend Savior who lurks in raw words, bleed out to Ur

Fantastic place of lore where we’ll never be and never return to, it’s a ruse to control the whirl

Menu-do of punks and intellectuals on the divine menu, dream in a cosmic dreamer’s sin bin

Original, mortal, venial and other transgressions keep the species in check, humanity’s killin’.

No wishes allowed, not three, two or one, you get exactly what you get in Karmic relief, OMG

Only the presence of my super-Ego and Id ‘cause the Ego’s toast, in & out the land of the free

Obey or be incarcerated against God’s Will, a straitjacket of your ma and papa, house of fun

To be or not to be, all too human words of an epitaph on my granite head stone, “One done.”

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi 7 février 2020 A.D. @ 12:12 PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the emptiness in my mind’s eye & jammin’ to greg_allman jams link @ https://youtu.be/NWNKHi2joJE & #MidnightRider with one more silver dollar @ https://youtu.be/yojZ-Ksr8AE }

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#HyperHeaven #SubatomicHellFire

WE’RE LAZY IN CONQUERED SPACE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 7, 2020

- - - - -  #SkipItSkippy - - - - -

Of the rats who crawl and humans who burrow in the caves deep traps of holy burial mounds

Pyramids and headstones commemorating a life that nobody remembers, release the hounds

WTF are you lookin’ at? It’s just a regular thing, mine and yours, all of us just all too human

Effects follow causes of the free will to act and move to the rhythm, pound a back beat, man!

From south to the north poles, around the circumference of Earth’s burnt stardust, we rollin’

On the way to the grave of others who came died alive, a Martian pulsar full of air for ballin’

Performance mismatched millions of bucks in a cache of commercial endorsement rhymes

Showtime for the minions to see what’s possible and the improbability of seeing Good times.

South or north of borders of natural division, rivers and lakes demarcate dead zones to Light

Intellectuals and punks who learned nothing from ancestors, consume a blind man’s insight

Miracles happen just because they can, if you don’t believe it can happen, it will not, dead air

All in for the war’s duration, pass the ammo please, small or long arms to steal, I don’t care.

It goes the way it’s always gone, beginning to the ending, it’s the same old story, different day

Mention the facts of life, forget about it, hat fun facts sacred, fever pitches, homeruns of Ruth

Happy that you’re in a club of more than two and awaiting a Word to stop the madness’ fray

Magic spells and incantations give hope to the hopeless, it’s false but better than the Truth.

On being a man not a dog who rolls over to get attention from the master, pray hard for It

Words so heavy in light syrup that you cannot avoid the intensity of being without the gods

Evil is Live spelled backward either for a reason or not, random sounds just happened, chit

Now and later just like before, you came and conquered the matter, materialistic hot rods.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, February 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 911 am/pm

{ drafted listenin’ to #BlackJesus by Everlast in perpetuity, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/dVeLYAgiJxg }

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#DrinkUntilYouCantDrinkAnymore #UMMAGUMMA1&2 @Sysyphus

THE STRUGGLE, DEADMAN’S HAND

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 6, 2020

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Dysfunctional all we have, all there is, everything’s the passing of aces & eights, gettin’ stiff

That is what it’s all about, that and a blues guitar strapped shoulder to hip, axing a neck riff

That will lay the chords down and the rhythm and beats of the heartbeat like about 240BPM

I didn’t know the thing itself was an arpeggio on the block, dreamin’ on dead end street scum.

What it all comes down to is that the form of the play we’re starring in will have a last finale

Some punks lift up their fists as if that means that they have power, clearly 2 aces never fail

It’s all over when the Jacks are trips, full house aces under one eyed Jack’s diamond signs

Whatever dominates dead men’s hands is engulfed in the One, Nothing itself, itself a thing.

Indescribable and with no adjectives to modify the pronoun, It is the whole shebang, Zeus

Greeks, Romans, Europeans, Russians, English, Latinos, Orientals and tempting of a Muse

Who got me here and there in symbiotic osmosis from zygote to corpse, DNA’s magical riff

Acid of ancestors and survivors of #TheStruggle of angels, risen and fallen off heaven’s cliff.

Bring it into the fold just like you wanted to, intention causing manifestations of a dream blur

Sovereign kingdoms and fiefdoms pretending Life is different now that the King’s cape is silk

Queen is a maroon head case, full of the pretensions of vagrant, homeless bums, crooked ilk

Someday, it will be to be or not to be, it will be finished, holier than thou, Plato’s myth of Ur.

Pontious Pilate or Pocahontas provides #TheSystem Ups & Downs of uncivilized revolutions

Men and women want to live free but cannot when they eat prey of their own, it’s hunter sins

Wartime battles of bloody water and dirt, flowing underground ways to magic, warrior fates

Too young to resist bully bellies, backs, faces, legs and lips, #Deadmen tattooed it, aces & 8’s.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, February 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #BlackJesus by Everlast on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dVeLYAgiJxg }

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#BadHairDayBaldGuy #GoogleBaldDudes #UmNope #WhoLovesYaBaby

YOU AIN’T NORMAL ANIMALS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 6, 2020

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It is already gone as if it never, ever was in the first place, there is no choice except to be an It

This here and that there are all that there is in a solar system tailored to be like an epileptic fit

Your deities and mine all meet in the middle of nowhere where nothing exists anywhere at all

My subatomic charm and love will be the ends of original sins, the omega of an urban sprawl.

You will never like what will cause your own personal extinction, you’ll see Nothing in a ball

I got an insignificant amount of the scents of the human women on Earth, it causes a big fall

From the paradise in the middle of nowhere, on a planet’s Terra ferma, end of a god’s mother

Pulling and pushing the gravitational collapse into Reality, as we know it, First Cause’s #grrr.

Breathe deeply in a vacuum of oxygen and nitrogen deficiency, ready to supernova the H2O

Crust, dirt, rock, mud, silt, pebbles, rocks, boulders and the entire waterlines gone, it’s blown

To smithereens and the Singularity that cannot be imagined or theorized, drop out of college

Before it’s too late, you either will be a professor or a person who read Dostoevsky's #TheIdiot.

Freaks in and out of the government and private corporations, #Loonytunes love of the ‘toon

Come home soon wherever that is in the darkness’ menudo of #Triggers in this black lagoon

Not that it’s you or anyone you know but a goon is one and the same, all a back-wood kindle

They don’t like change ‘cause they believe they know it all, like a fabled moose, a Bullwinkle.

It’s time to analyze the two concepts of nature and humanity, All Is, sanctimoniously singular

Who you are other than a lump of redskin bones, haters of mortality’s 8 mile high mortal Sin

To be or not to be was always the only question either before Francis Bacon or after Einstein

Whatever you will know the day you die is all there is now, tombstones sink, go down, not up.

Here’s the golden apple dropped from the tree of knowledge, now it is done, it’s fake essence

Of the cavemen and the magicians who put the spells on the herds & tribes of homo sapience

You will forget about everything the moment your last blink sees that black light is consistent

Epileptic brain’s dysfunction in microcosmic spasm, my 208 mortal bones death calls, #Shit!

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r j j stephan, i #HedgeFundZero

c. Jeudi, February 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the mighty The Armstrong and Getty Experience on Talk 650 KSTE Friends Who Like #ArmstrongandGetty @ArmstrongandGetty.com http://armstrongandgetty.com/ Agradiocomunidad}

 #MyHeroesAG

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@Substance & @Form #InAndOutTheCarosel #BoomDone #ExitStrategy

SAD GIRLS, NO PITY IN A BUGATTI*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday , February 5, 2020

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Smokin’ cigarettes and flowered weeds of the devil, spelled backward that’s LIVED, no pity

Driven from the shoulders that I used to cry on and now there’s nothing but the Void of Me

At the show we rock and roll until it’s time to check out and write a letter home to mom, yo

Don’t really want to do that but you gotta do what ya gotta do, it’s time to deal the dope blow.

Time and Space without a trace in the dream or at the end of the thing called, That’s Life boo

Wandered around in circles for decades and wound up near the same place we all started at

In the hole with the ace, this king’s queen makes the royal flush of the jack’s ten to one flow

Downstream or up the lazy river by old mill streams that never dry up when tears go splat.

It’s the divine movement of the rhapsody in divinity’s blues and humanity’s jazz, musical Ho

Wonder and pristine innocence provide the matrix for the innocence, memory erased in tow

Never to be recollected in heat of moments when hearts begin the break, fallin’ down slides

Slippery slopes providing the never-Nederland funk, where hearts break and heal, loves lies.

Periwinkle and fuchsia mix the hazel brown eyes with the choco-cocoa hair full of curlicues

Is that love or is that infatuation with the colors of the blindfolds, darkness lit up neon blues

Function of the bangs and the rest of the noise of spheres, of men and rats who squeal oinks

Like the swine who ran the planet when Martians and Pleidians dropped off the scared finks.

Mama told me all about the papa I never seen ‘cause he worked sixty hours weeks, seven days

Drivin’ truckloads full of TV tubes and electronics at the distributor warehouse of purple haze

Papa knew his kids wouldn’t be hungry for pigs, it’s just a dope cache of my holy, foolish scar

Haunted deep underground with a baby blue Bugatti, two tattoo hearts and a half drunk bar!

Slide on over close to me darlin’ you know you want to and so do I, so let’s ride this rock baby

Lovers made this and that kingdom here now and then over there, 7 oceans of rivers’, maybe

Or just a dream in a dream illusion of the perception comin’ from the outside of us all to find

Where it came from we don’t know, like a shadow is there yet it’s not, gold’s dust in the wind.

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r j j stephan, i *HEADER is my brand new 2020 Bugatti! & still have 2nd & 3rd wishes!

c. Mercredi, February 5th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST

{ Jammed out the goddess’ souls LATE & jammin’ to the jams of Club StevieNicks on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/S3DhXcQepbY }

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#NineStepsToHeaven #RoadToEcstasy #PistolWavinPanziesAndMyGrammasHands

SIGNIFY CROSS-TRAFFIC SIGNALS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 3, 2020

- - - #WalkWithMe #HandsInMine #TalkWithMe  - - - 

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Hippopotamus and Hippodromes have as much significance as aftermaths of funeral pyres

Absolute Nothingness in the middle of everything, all of It is here today and gone in hot fires

From subatomic particles to the Singularities that wait for all things’ everything, as y’all sing

At attention or at ease, in any case, Everything is everything and Nothing is indeed, nothing.

Two hats hangin’ on a hat rack, One says to the Other, “You stay here, I’ll go on a head-case.”

Now or then humor takes the form of satirical absurdity, that’s my area of expertise, a worm

Fear and loathing of everything, it’s all unknown except named matter’s essence of idol bones

Persuasion with logic and reason, sounds, words and idle phraseology of philosopher stones.

Snapping to an infinite Space and Time in front and in back of the thing that I am, elder man

With naught but society’s security and Adam & Eve’s fecal Bay of pigs in San Fran’s chit-can

No way to stop the bums from the shat of their free food and shelter, it’s the form gods fight

Man’s conceptual ideas in the ether or after trees were chopped to write, DNA’s trip to white.

On becoming so unbecoming that you hide from the light of the day, prowling dark twilights

For the things themselves, some of them and in a biblical sense, all of them eternal catfights

Between angels of the darkness and the light, forming invisible pacts with the live, evil living

Meaning of signs of the crusaders’ cross is that there’s a higher power than Woman or Viking.

AlphaBetaCappaDeltaEpsilon for the sake of Being a tool for a purpose to exist doin’ a Twist

Feelings and thinking things about the causes of the effects we call Life on Earth, raise a fist

With obsidian leather power of fingers inside of sheep fleece and cow’s hides, fits like a glove

Appearance of a face of fear, a human genome with a reason to be here, alive, Valentino love.

I think I must be in utero because I can’t breathe the gas of my holy air, carbon rights left out

Took my breath away, created to suck it in and blow it out, I’m all in and out deep. no doubt

Ship ahoy to the sailors and slaves of the pirate thieves who stole boys from mothers of us all

Slaves to row boats and sail ships from Old schools to New Worlds, rolled up in an eight ball.

It is neither high nor low, either I’m on the right or the left, men and mice both left to the rust

Of cosmic soup, of Earth’s spinning wobble around in an elliptical orbit, a cloud of devil-dust

Gaping hole between it& nothing at all, it’s where it’s all at, brothers & sisters below & above

Empty or full, identical expression of One, a divine spell of magic, logic & unconditional love.

Finding the needle in the proverbial haystack out on the main drag, I used it to blow the ruse

Ruptured blood in vessels that carry a viral motto, #LiveAndLetLive, bleed out blacks & blues

For the love of being steeped in poverty or immersed in the wealth of gold and easier money

It’s all for just a microsecond at a time, of natural, imaginary moments that quell humanity.

Big, large, gargantuan, giant of my inner senses, count our midgets & dwarves’ double checks

Keeping the small ones quiet from voicing their uninformed, opinionated forms of antimatter

Sounds, sights, smells, tastes and just feelings of the good, the bad and the ugly-ace star treks

From ignorance, saved we are, as Yoda might say it, in an iota of Time, what’s goin’ on here?

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February 3rd, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ #WarIsNotTheAnswer #OnlyLoveCanCombatHate drafted jammin’ to a special version of #WhatsGoinON by marvelous Marvin Gaye link @ https://youtu.be/ohz6rvWZXRQ }

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#RichardHeadsWelcome #TieYourBootsUp "Y'all workin' even when it's hurtin', up early with the birdies..." #FullThrottle #FixAMonkey @SamanthaFish rocks! #OhYeah!

FIX A MONKEY, AN AMORPHOUS ‘G’

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 2, 2020

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Jokers think they’re winning when they’re losin’ it, bit by bit, no #Bettys left alive with pot

Tomorrow I know that everything will still be everything and the Smoke won’t be anything

In a spatial warp of time lines, penetrating the rainbows of dark angels all karaoke singing

No flights for the ghost who gave it up, six was nine on cold, dead ground, like a flyin’ swat.

Pertaining to the rainbows and the interstellar space above, birds know they’re stuck on a ball

Inside a dome of air, creation of breathing plantation animals, microbes of a Hollywood show

Searching for more life than you’ve already been graced with, jealous of your sister’s later call

Dixieland’s Graceland are just north of Never Never Land where angels fear to go get a blow.

Easy to corrupt the innocence of the children who depend on their host to teach golden rules

Mortgage the youngsters after-school to the corners of the streets down the square block pool

Of men and mice and rats and roaches that animate the garbage and junk of humanity’s yard

Dump it where White Trash fears to go, make room for new, recycled crow, up & down bard.

Remember it all, hook, line and sinker, recollected a Presentation of my life, dire straight says

Recollection of my skinny bones and fat muscles in atrophy, ash in an urn, no free S.E. Cupp

Liberty is a phantom of the holy ghost that moves the DNA of cells dipped in an acidic hiccup

Pennies from heaven for you and me to keep us quiet until the Last Supper of Santa Clauses.

Using facetious puns to misdirect the attention from the present to the past, ignore the come

From nowhere and nothing in particular comes everything in general, amazing I am the One

Not you nor anyone else in particular, All is One, from a piece of charm’s invisible electron fix

Aristotle enhanced Plato’s dialogue for the nature of the Beast, scree screams 9’s got your 6.

You want greed and you get what you paid for, priceless subjects predicating objects of desire

Mental cases comin’ into the front doors in a straight jacket and belly full of sedatives on fire

Uno, dos, the only numbers that really count, 3 up to infinity’s matrix, that’s a Trinity’s funk

Animated the Unmoved Mover inside of your sullied soul, Original Sin’s sixguns, laugh punk!

Shotguns and arrows flung from cross bows to speed wisdom’s point into a dirty mind of Eve

She gave it all, form & matter, things themselves, gave it up to Adam, micro problem reprieve

Nothing else to do in the ennui of Eden, 2 fuq-forbidden fruits, burrowed up, sorry demigods

Deus, Zeus, Jehovah or Ala's Savior, wisdom in One, Joshua, Siddhartha or Buddha hotrods.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 2nd, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Created from the Void this AM, excused while I kissed the sky listenin’ to the #Beats of Ramones’ #HeyHoLetsGo #Greatest Hits (2006) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9xmRt_2Aia0 }

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