#Mellodrama & my mama's sister's brothers! #BlackInPrague @PearlJam @SkunkBaxter concert

ICEBERGS OF PEARL JAM BEACHES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 29, 2020

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My father sat me on his lap when I was about five and gave me the facts of life, still the same

High regard of your mothers and fathers and their friends, freedom warriors full #Fakefame

World Wars One and Two, Korean, Viet Nam, Cambodia, Laos, Iraq, East Afghanistani too

All for One and One for none of y’all, the key was to do unto others like you can’t be too blue.

Listen up if you can still breathe the fresh air above the ground, below the empty space above

From the core of this spinning planet of rock, we’re rollin’ all for one and one for a white dove

And you stay floating above the water line where fate is delayed by minutes, in a nick of time

From the break of day to the sunset off in the foothills, stay awake and avoid predator slime.

Out in the wild, uncivilized plains and forms of our ancestors lurk in the smoke of the chimera

Long cool women have it all or so I’ve been told, one by one you get the gist of the schemata

Dust of burned star stuff, whisked into and out of the presence of wind pies in pale blue skies

Through the woods like little red riding hood, fearless because she’s armed with 9mm thighs.

Hammer down in a stranglehold of magnetic attraction of sight and scent, heart skippin’ it

Beats of the hippies and nogoodniks forming the hoodlum street neighborhood gangs’ chit

A club here for the kids run by the older kids and younger bangers who dropped a tattoo girl

On the backbeat of the bass and guitar flow of a rhythmic drumbeat, heartbeat-thump whirl.

Sultans of the rhythm and blues, honkies and the descendants of the tribes of another world

Now home of everyman from everywhere, the merge of friendly spermatozoa & ova pearl-jam

Coming out of nowhere, another shape and form of something out of nothing, therefore I am

What will be after the soulshine and superblood wolf moon, a long way to the top but I’ll roll.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 29th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to PearlJam LIVE in 2018 #Black in Prague, Czechia on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X33aqdYUAQM }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EatBatsMan #Viral #GrumpyWinsAgain #OccupadoMyArse #IsThisTheArmy #LeapYear2020

LOVE HOAX, ‘Y’ EXTINCT GENE *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 29, 2020

-------  #NoObsessionWithPoetry -------

French testing of the Latin finale in the pig pen and up high on the bucket list of divine funk

Motherless children from London to Brisbane, Rome to Nome, up and down the planet dunk

Completely UN-woke without prejudice against living things that I ingest, viral bat-rat jam

Smooth sailing ship, I’m the captain and all my hands are on deck, me, myself & I think I am.

Words of the will to power that counts on happiness displays on a sad girl’s face, smilin’ tears

Continuity of a Singularity through the Time Warp wrap-a rounds, follow my own deaf ears

Into the Deep, behind a #Wayback mirror of glass bead spells, eagle’s nuns blow a monk god

Naked apes ashore FIRST, then all aboard, eat it all and to and fro in a UFO, a space hot rod.

Flowers and the seeds that grow the fruit and vegetables in the garden of Eden, up in smoke

Friends who’ve come and gone just the same as the first, the last is the charm, I’m so #Woke

Refusal to be intimate with the Ends before they appear out of nowhere in Time’s SpaceForce

Fearing the haters and killers of happiness is the fuel for superman’s veering way off-course.

Ignorance of the species formations which tend to the extinction will come back to haunt you

Just about the time your happiness becomes reality, the Earth will revolve and cause the flu

People will die of accidents and disease and old age and now the only #FakeNews is you too

Are gonna die of some upper respiratory problem so wear a mask to keep germs inside you!

I confess I’ve been driven over 100 miles per hour on a country road in a ‘57 Chevy, so fine

Words up and down, over and over again, bouncin’ about, imploding sweet dreams, go sign

Rotating and completed the epic experience, livin’ and dyin’ let’s ride! Mankind’s funk of me

Now, it all comes down to #ThisHere to judge y’all, in Chinese funk, #KungFu leap year free.

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r j j stephan, i *Redux from an original which seems to have been banned by FB ROFL

c. Année bissextile samedi 29 février 2020 Anno Domini @ 10:10 AM

{ Drafted while watchin’ & listenin’ to the new Mr.Peabody with a dumber Sherman than I recall, the original, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/R3v8K-1J8H0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YouHaveNoIdea #WhatItsLike @CLoGreen #DarylsHouseClub #DeepSpaceAintHereAndNow

FAVOR? ...BLOWN AIR IN A VOID

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 28, 2020

------------------  #CropDusted  -------------------

Get the intercourse off of my cloud, it’s all mine and I don’t care if it’s #9 ‘cause I’m IT, a #1

There were six before me for mothers and fathers to dote and choke off under the big ol’ sun

Suddenly, there was only One left over in the icebox, refrigerated with the Freon's deep Space

It’s all free, we’re all hungry for Freedom if we’re restricted and shackled to whipped up face.

For the third time, you shot doubles for an hour between seven and eight, then made a date

Blind lucky as I am, I was always full of good fortune and healthy paranoia to survive the fate

Of men and mice who crawl on all fours or bipedal upright, hands free to dig deep into Sin

On mortal bones and wings, none can escape the graves of the ancestors, tombstones’ of gin.

Everybody found the alcohol and the ground up leaves and buds to become atrophied fights

Boys and girls alike, discover the meaning of life is the good and evil of their active thoughts

Nothing behind the idea’s other than empty, vacuumed progeny of vacant gods and creators

Naked apes covered in mink stoles and the mud and blood of the dead, long gone warriors.

On a timeline from the origin to the present, here you are over here, in the darkest light of Ni

Black or white matters a byte of data, where you’re from is dirty balls of sweat, planetary high

Empty ‘tween the miles of smiles and mirth generated without prejudice, feeling hot, burned

All in the family of atomic fusion and fission, a black hole in transition from a Big Bang’s Urn.

Dust of cosmic, atomic brokeback DNA mixed up directional signals, up, down, in, out, above

Whatever is below has no currency, it’s free of value and the foundation of an ultraviolet dove

Dream in a whiskey bottle or a hooka hose, that don’t confront me at all, I ignore the white lie

Pretending it’s OK to be an ignoramous or a phuqn idiot, I’m an evil genius on a SloGin high.

I will mess with your mind and your head until the day I die, you have no say in the scenario

I’m the sheet of ice you avoid, you will slide to your demise if you step foot on my surface hole

Falling into the empty liquid, the living become the dead and break down the fool’s gold show

Where in the end, comfort is good, nothing’s bad, nobody’s here, we’re all caput, “Let’s blow!”

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi 28 février 2020 Anno Domini à 3 h 33, heure normale du Pacifique

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #SadGirl by Everlast on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/f9CjzZesbCE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatDoYouSay? #Peace/out #DuckDuckDuckGoose

WTF? BATCHIT AERODYNAMIC OPS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 27, 2020

- - - - -    #NUTCASES & #BravoZuluFunk  - - - - -

A happier birthday than the one you’ll never have is way gone, it’s out of sight, out of mind

To fly with or without your body is a good thing, it’s better than crawling or slithering, a sign

Of the stops and gos and the cautions regarding the danger to come, just ahead of the Time

When the past time has become what is right here and now, just before it drops a thin dime.

Monkeys and birds are all that’s left of the arc of the world flood, the last hope of Earth H2O

All that’s left over from the big bang around here is a moon, a planet, deep space and a mojo

Your mama and papa may or may not have helped the situation, being young, stupid or both

Yet here you are tryin’ to figure out what burning leaves in a bong might be, the gods’ meth.

All of the mixed chemicals and gases in subatomic and macromachine fiddlesticks, bear smoke

Fire everywhere when the spark causes a flame of ultraviolet blue, light in the dark, be woke

Or never complain about the nature of the beast you refused to control, remained fast asleep

Are you in or are you out of the pilot’s seat? Are you strapped in and counting down to leap?

Three, two, one, blastoff from the foundation of all that humanity has ever gleaned from Love

Being nothing more than a resistance to kill and eat the flesh n’ bone of the bloody con above

Up or down in any direction east, west, north or south, there’s nothing but an empty vacuum

You and I will die just like all who came before and all who’ll subsequently be, the overcome.

Pointing to the direction of the thing itself, attention is drawn to It in proportion to it’s colors

Purple, pink, silver and black all enhance the thing itself in it’s appearance to the final scores

Everybody wins and nobody loses because this is neither a game nor a mystery, we’re the fizz

If everything’s everything and nothing’s nothing, then Nothing at all is, all too human kids!

I got a vaccine for your virus that will kill the RNA and reverse degeneration into obliteration

It will cost you dearly, to find the truth of where Corona virus was created on Earth, do a shot

Maybe two or three down the hatch, Jose Cuervo or Jack Daniels puts the spirit in the mood

For the slap in the face, the slam onto the canvas or the stab in the back, we are God foo-food.

At Kiddieland on North avenue, we spent our thrills on rides before cool ice cream joint blow

Father, mother, sisters and brothers are way up country, too far gone to reverse a slam dunk

What I do now with left over SuperNova ends, killin’ It, wisdom dissolving in a wad of funk

Last word of the last thought, who you are, why you were here, ends in a gasp, ‘Aw, hehl no!’

You know it’s a long way to the top now, long time trying to get there, Satan’s hell’s bells rung

There’s no ending as there was no beginning, corona viral illusion virgin birth, test tube dung

Something that’s actually nothing at all, left over dead bones at the end, no soul, no life body

Move from a First Cause makin’ a Word flesh, I’m it now, we’re it now, an ox-burden of One.

Eat the bats and snakes and rats with the genes to extinguish your genome, consume it dead

Alive won’t work, too much wiggle and resistance to the bite of sharp incisors and canines all

Moving the living into the dead, the refused fuel dump of the homo sapiens, high in the head

Fired up smoke left over from a Big Bang, this Way of a Warrior, a knife and sword, last call!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, February 27th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ Drafted on my pops birthday, RIP @AlbertRichardStephan (93 years young sir!) #MakeMyDay #AreYouTalkinToMe? ...& listenin’ to the SOUNDTRACK OF M.A.S.H. the Series #NakedBet Season 1, link @ https://youtu.be/446xrl7d_AI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HollywoodWalkOfBlame #YouAreFired #ImNoAngel @OhioPlayers @GreggAllman

PERCOLATE? 5 9 1 2 MEANS WAR!*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, February 26, 2020

------ #CrumbsMakeGoodBeefMeatballs ------

Blind faith in historical civilizations and the markers they left for posterity to recollect origins

How many years have gods been on the planet Earth? Why did humanity get set up for sins?

Fascinating UFO’s are undercover of our sun and group’s collective soul full of giants’ bones

What is written in a foreign tongue is unintelligible because our grandfathers loved i-phones.

This and that system move the stage from the porch, settin’ on the swing, watchin’ the dragon

Sent the same size of living bones into a mini-world of villages and to create another dead son

Nobody will get out of Earth’s gravitational pull alive, if you’re not buried in ash, you’re fired

Eaten in tongues of flames, screaming wimps meltdown into the muck, fake news’ lion’s lair.

You are welcome onto the porch if you promise to get off of your keester and rake the leaves

It’s every year, the trees lives run their courses and enter the hibernation phase, l-air thieves

Unable to eat due to sleeping and nearly unconscious, evolutionary adaption to darkness’ fit

Due to the wobble, the revolving revolution and counter-clockwise orbit of viral bacteria chit.

On a One-Way street, a four lane highway or the expressway to your heart, I know the Ways

It will be what it will be not because it has a choice but because it’s a necessary condition, eh?

Braced for the outbreaks of airborne violations of min-bots in the form of microscopic plays

What goes up must come down, there’s no third choice of thieves, what’s yours is mine today.

What would Ayn Rand do if she found herself on the streets of a capitol city in California gold

I believe she’d be under a gag order to shut the Hades up and not allow free speech to the old

Used up by work, labor doing something for others’ everything’s everything, a universal papa

God invisible, unknown, occult viral contagion mutated into the holy birthplace of my mama.

Here’s a little something for your change purse in your handbag, two bits of a buck is all of it

Why and where to begin the plays of the story when it really doesn’t matter a microscopic bit

Horses harnessed, oxen burdened, the species’ genome is a legacy from the star’s soul’s shine

This sun of Apollo, of Zarathustra or any choice of Anunaki or the men in the moon, all mine!

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r j j stephan, i *Header is my better 1/2, @CarolAnnStephan gazing at the sunset @PacificGroveCalifornia

c. Wednesday, February 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 AM Pacific Standard Time

{ Collected this soul addiction while listenin’ to Gregg Allman #ImNoAngel & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NWNKHi2joJE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.??

#DuganIsOffDuty #SceneOfTheCrime #EverywhereLeadsToNowhere #PygmyTwylyte

4 LEFT, DRAGNET GHOSTS’ SIN *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 25, 2020

-------------------  X marks the spot  ----------------

Supermen are born from the human superwomen, married with children on Jojo’s block

Around the corners from the bars and the churches that collect the spirits in bottles’ jack

In a smaller body than the big elders who dressed me up and made me smell of hen cocks

Rooster in the heat of the moment pecks at the mirror image of itself, dumb as hard rocks.

In a perfect world where you and I will never be, there’s a theoretical monkey or a seaman

Maybe you’re an angel of the gods or the descendant of a decadent evolution of the apemen

Wonder in a kite flying around in a whirlwind of simple minded creation of Westwind blow

Nothing intended by the will to power except that the will be done, as it is above, so below.

Can’t fly with or without the skin and bones, wingless angels are down in the flames’ crash

Powerful but not omnipotent, there’s a slight problem with the rocks of the origin, krypton

Amazing and disqualified as a contender, the champion remains at one with the city cache

War or peace give nothing but the passage of time, birth to death, revelation is God’s sun.

It shines due to the nature of the mass annihilation of atomic matter, neutron to an asteroid

Function of the calculus can become the answer for everything inside of the stargated droid

God knows nothing, men know nothing yet this is quite a trip on the wildside of fixed games

Tenth avenue or Main street qualifies as the first place of the gods, Zeus’ clown face of fame.

So, back in Time and Space to the Damen Avenue church down the block from a rockin’ club

Where the trebles and bass pounded notes into my eight year old brain, yo mindless, not sick

Catholic choir and altar boy, patrol boy, paper boy, runaway boy from the Bad Smell schtick

Driven around in circles by the circular philosophical arguments pro and con, grad of Udub.

Therefore, I am and you are what exists in your arrested attention and recollection of Ends

Origins where you were not alive and cannot verify the veracity are just out of my depends

This is unacceptable to be unable to relieve the transformation of fuel into waste production

To be or not to be a recycler of the animals and plants, the eater of food, raw or cooked sin.

To be requires death to function and delay the corpus dilecti from the inevitable visitation

Nobody escapes either in rectories nor convents, no temples or mosques or churches, I win

All of It, everything is everything and nothing is nothing, vice versa ad infinitum, copy that

Roger and Wilco over and out, this is the end of the beginning, this ain’t no disco, it’s fat!

What’s the point with your mother being a hater of law and order, an outlaw bandit hen

A dragnet for the Truth and Justice that never accompanies the dreams of Adam’s godson

Neither Eve nor Adam or anyone else from day One knew, UFO’s left scared little babies

Crying for their mama and daddy who died centuries ago, leftover the Word and seeds.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is my kinfolk in front of a Chicago church St Columbkille Church where my godfather @AnthonyAlfano was married circa 1956 after he returned from USMC.Org & I am the 1st little boy on the left next to my little sister #JoJoDomico RIP

c. Tuesday, February 25th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Chunked out of nowhere this AM while I watched #Dragnet 1950’s link @ https://youtu.be/01fdCvqyzqk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SilverLiningAroundMyGold #UtterNonsenseReasonLogicAndMoi

BYTE ME, VIRUS DYIN’ OVER HERE!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 24, 2020

-----------------  #StrokeIt  -----------------

I never wanted it to be this way, the way of slippered, hungry dogs’ of war crusader battles

Of bots and their minions who stroke the mice from the inside/out and smoke black kettles

To fire up the menudo hodge podge in your minds’ eyes, what the words stand for, a means

To the ends where the finale has a curtain that comes down on the stage, hiding our scenes.

Curtain call to hear bravo once again, echo from rear to the front row, last time in our space

The play ended as it began, somewhere out of nowhere, no reason or rhyme to my funny face

A congruence of towers of Babel and monuments of the Big Apple core of the CONY Bronx

Higher than the 8 miles from the ground-up rock, dust and dirt to the stratosphere chunks.

If you have an incurable virus, we’re gonna push you off a bottomless pit off of a high cliff

To be or not to be is not up to you, it’s up to the genome, it’s on the way from TNT to drift

Exploding the implosion in a time capsule of twilight zone gun powder, lipstick is on a pig

Red lips of a woman seek immortality, BBQ pork chops, Tennessee whiskey and an Irish jig.

If you cramp up it’s your own fault, the muscles gotta move and mix it up else they atrophy

Out of your mind, out of body experiences in your future, holding on for dear life, oh Sophie

Wondering why the people who buy your way won’t let you get a job to pay for your own jive

From dawn until dusk, spend your Time in Space like the rest but nobody ever get out alive.

Hungry for the good things and the bad food to eat, every meal converted into ergs of work

Useless as an obsolete tool if you don’t produce something to sell to another, god of the dork

Romancing with rocks and stones in the muck and the mire, be alone and close to home base

Sliding with spikes in high flight, lookin’ for the skin and bones blockin’ the safe, holy space.

Days and nights all left out on the floor, on the gridiron, on the diamond for the sake of One

Games to spend wasted time doing something, a pass time to get to the real time, end times

Nothing else you can do other than amass matter, save it for your kin, a kid’s black hole sun

Sudden impact of the unexpected hits you in the face, I am consciousness’ irregular rhymes.

Accidentally on purpose causes that have desired effects on the reason for being alive now

What it means in the light of wisdom and knowledge regarding the astrophysics of hell above

We’re all gonna know for certain some day, maybe it won’t matter any longer then, I know

A little bit of prediction of effects from principle causes, yields hopeful faith, that’s not love.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Jammed out of thin air while listenin’ to #ThatsNotLove #DangerousMood & HITS by Keb' Mo' on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_XDuujK2vd0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RespectYourMamasAndPapas #WithoutThemYouAreDead #PreachToTheChoirForever

RESPECT LITTLE OLD SHA NA NA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 24, 2020

-------------------  #YoPaPa  #LetsRoll  ---------------------

Children of this world without a compass get older faster than they used to young dicky

It really doesn’t matter except that when you get it, you got it with labor, you a yoyo pal

Just showed up for breakfast or lunch or supper and like poundin’ broken hearted sicky

I used the hammer of the words, the thoughts in a theoretically void astrophysical bawl.

I knew from the get go that I’d be so black and blue after you gave me the cash for fees

You know and I know everything is everything and that’s all you can do, glean and grasp

All of the other pass-times deliver the diversion from the awesome, immorally at peace

What it was like before the Big Bang or the day the Earth stood still for the smart asp.

Restrictions on wills to power are the self controllers exercising passionate double ones

Just the kid, dreamin’ it all comin’ down from nowhere, just woke up from a RR crossing

Train stopped and sang me a song I heard once in San Francisco, loved NorCal gold dens

Deep and dark, suddenly te shine glows the reflection of the battery powered by nonsense.

Papa didn’t take no mess from the six of us, he had to work three jobs and mama shined sun

Holy savior of the world ain’t comin’ back after all is said and done, God left us a good reason

It wasn’t for the love of the creation or the misdirection of the Evil who are Live, it’s reversed

Then again, this is all there is, apparently there’s nothing else, blind men know mercy’s best.

You told me something good and I want to know if it’s true, ‘cause I want 48 hours to the day

Twice as nice being deep in love with soul that came to guide my way in baby daddy darkness

Forces beyond the pale of the spin of this ashen ball of puffed-out hot rocks that roll downhill

In a deep. blue sea of wet dreams steering a rudderless ship millions of miles, life-empty chill.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, February 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Jammed out finished touch on this while listenin’ to TheO'Jays #ForTheLoveOfMoney from the Shipahoy CD #DollarBillsYall link @ https://youtu.be/GXE_n2q08Yw }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FrequentFlyer #IntoTheBlackness #ReturnOfTheSuperApe

A TOTAL ZERO, GOT YOUR 6 HERO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 24, 2020

--------------  X X X  --------------

Who can survive on the planet, third one from the sun or so they’ve TOLD me, it’s bulletproof

Except for the pictures of the core, lava, empty spatial Void everywhere else, it’s candy Truth

What it was and will always be is what it is right now, here in front of our blue-eyed RNA hail

Do not shoot the messenger not because it’s wrong but because the fierceness dies, fittest fail!

Reaching above the clouds into the blue, you automatically go into the deep purple of Voids

Remembering what was and that which will never be, only because you like long, high roads

Killers are heroes and villains depending on the philosophy of the sheeple herds of fake news

Followers of the leaders who jump and freefall off of cliffs with no parachute, wingless blues.

Latchkey kids or strict, religious training from birth to death, in between is what matters, boo

Yeah, it’s you I’m callin’ out ‘boo’ and you know who you are, the ghosty soul within your fool

The one of the many who animated the whirl of the dirt ball with moving mud, to be my germ

Surviving in the virus and bacteria of DNA, pre-schooled, post-secondaried and a PhD worm.

Punctual and punchin’ in early to leave early or later than I might personally choose, a hero

It’s what I’ve got to be when I reached into my soul and found Nothing’s everything in a Ho

Not just three Ho’s but an infinite accumulation of billions and billions of suns, call ‘em stars

Like the One that I am, the One that y’all are, Green Bay to Escondido, Rome to Nome’s bars.

If you don’t laugh you’ll cry, you realize the alcohol of blind faith inherited from a hero fellow

Is nothing more nor less than an educated guess by the whiskey-drunken angels from below

Never could get above it all even after the corpus dialectic reaches the heart and soul, killed air

Never to be on-the-air again because it is what can never be, hero or villain, a goddess’ affair.

Heroes and the minions come along and get along because nobody can survive the spun dirt

Graves await those not obliterated in evolution’s mighty gravitational collapse of the holy flirt

God’s goddesses of hysterical and scared pieces of 208 bones, phenomenal, too good to fight

Survival beyond extinction is all that’s left, sing a song, play it again, y’all have a good night!

A three road choice you’ve got ahead, right way, wrong way or my way, free will to cow clover

Survival is recommended and preferred, extinction to be avoided and allowed to exist in chit

Nowhere else but the cinders of a dirty globe of our life’s blood to go, milk is cheese left over

Look deeply into piles of trials, skulls and bones cast about God’s heroes around you, oh, sh#t!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February 24th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Created in the darkness on the other side while listenin’ to (#MIMI) MariahCarey #Hero in an infinite loop, self-psychin’ my inner Void, link @ https://youtu.be/0IA3ZvCkRkQ }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlackHolySons #BlackHoSun #Gitterdone #Soundgarden #FooFighters #PRINCE #HomerSimpson #MimiCarey

 

A BLACKHOLE GHOST, MY FOO FOO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, February 23, 2020

- - - - - - - - - -  SOS  - - - - - - - - -

On the far-side of the moons of Pluto, there’s a thought about an idea that’s too close to gods’

Without knowing what’s going on at any given moment in Time and Space, you race hotrods

Just because you thought you were so pretty, you may or may not get the point, now it’s moot

From the crowns of the flowers that rise above the stems and seeds that are givin’ a holy hoot.

It matters very little but one thing’s for certain and for sure, indeed It Is The One, it’s all good

Better and best of bad and ugly squares make the whole world go Lady Gaga Foo Foo, so sad

Rebel Yell electrons around the neutrons and protons of simple atoms, theoretically, my bad

Not for any small reason, I’m going to admit it, it’s shocking but true, I’m dreamin’ ugly, boo.

Not just that I am dreamin’ but that I’m dreamin’ that y’all exist on the plane of a planet

In a New York minute or just a moment before the descent into the Singularity’s Big Blow

Tellin’ you that an angel, devil or alien UFOs are mere DNA mutants from Island Morreau

Mixed up in a hodgepodge of surrealistic pillows that nobody is allowed to sleep ‘til sunset.

Silence in the loud bangs on the gongs when you go deaf and your ears won’t hear the beats

Toes tappin’ to the rhythm of the near side of the far side and every side but the East side

South side like the West Side is nothing like the North Side, where I come from, the streets

Played baseball, softball, hockey, Frisbee, four corners on the dead end, one way easy ride.

Any man on Earth who hasn’t analyzed his personal limitations by the by, hehl, he’s 5 for five

Hard to hit that percentage right on the money, it can be done though, wings up, got your six

Fully optimized with the faith of blindmen with ocular degeneration, sometime to be US alive

A man about town from Illinois said that there were fathers Abe called ours, 87 years of 1776.

A reality of Monsters who want to scare you and your kin into fake battles of war game debts

You and I will owe all alive and dead, unimmaculate conceptions of infancy, Will’s empty sets

Nevermore will liberty be the feeling of inhumane omnipotent omniscience, to be me, at one

Blind boys look up, down, 360 degrees around to see a 20/20 vision, I blackout, my only sun.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 23rd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to #HERO in a loop de loop MariahCarey Mimicareyou link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/0IA3ZvCkRkQ }