On 110th Street it's DICEY AND SPICEY, PENS, NAPKINS & THIS SHEETS GOIN' DOWN! #HappyRightNow #ItAintGonnaLastTooLong #ThatIsTheTruth #ItFadesAway #ReasonToLive

NO DICE...BANG YO’ OWN MAMA!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, March 14, 2020

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Do it right or don’t do it at all, the matter at hand is not afoot any longer, it’s what it always is

Spelling words right or wrong has everything to do with the meaning, the essence of funk fizz

When the entire genome dissolves into a jello muck and mire, a quicker sand than the beach

Now and then the red and white turns blue like the night sky on the other side, out of reach.

Utter nonsense coming out of your head and mouth, terminating in your mother’s vacant dot

Holy end to the middle of the beginning and the finale of the alpha headed to the end, Omega

For the dream to come true it must be manufactured out of A Void you know, recollect a shot

Come and go as the wind and rain do, whirling and swirling around viral bacteria and She, la.

Person to person whatever that is, caused by the original alpha idiot, the moron who is Alpha

Get this down to the lowest common denominator, school is closed, classes are cancelled God

Nothing to learn any more once the virus has inserted it’s ugly DNA head into the microcosm

Punks generated by their mothers and fathers of their sisters and brothers, it’s only a system.

Nothing to see here in the middle of nowhere you called paradise, away from it all, in the hole

Black or white matters little once the sucking begins and gravitational collapse crushes it All

It cannot be stopped by your ma or your pa and their viral infections, consummation of souls

Edit the Word, tell the Truth about the recollection of historical fact and hysterical doubt call.

Dead and gone with a fading tide that moves from anomalies and subsequent quarantine ilk

Out mothers who art in heaven, hallowed be thy wombs, our origin host of the humane milk

Clearly the sentimental journey it’s always been, when the One turns to Many and back again

Why is just because there’s nothing else to do, hustle the humans, control the mortals sinnin’.

Rainbow darkness filling in the blanks of the white-outed, black-balls, analyzing Corona RNA

Jokes aren’t all funny as peculiar as can be, open water birth canal, Last Word to bleed today

Came into blacklist with a free choice, selfless even, nothing to do with it, a God’s goddess’ lie

Actually impossible to tell the Truth, gunshot of Alpha’s spontaneous combustion, hung high.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, March 14th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2:22 AM PST

{ Drafted while living here and now, being alive on Earth, whatever that turns out to be & listenin’ to @RareEarthBand #ItMakesYouHappy link @ https://youtu.be/mb1otXnd6Ic }

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#GhettoIsInTheProjects #FridayThe13thHarpooned #RedDirtRoadsAndMe

EXCITED ATOMS AND ELVES, FRI13

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, March 13, 2020

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Synchronized in a futile hodge podge of a June bug holiday in Hades, ain’t a water’s dam skit

Idiots and morons sunnin’ under the moon and bringin’ justice to the insanity of a hater’s fit

Monkeys and not apes without a shave on their faces, chests, arms and legs, blackhawk sex

Every day around the spin of Earth, all 365 1/4 spins around the Hollywood star of Gen X.

Far away from a conception you’re deep within, out of your mind so to speak, first movement

A big bang of amorphous liquid solids, ready to smoke out into the gas of the star stuff I sent

Before my father met my mother, I was here and now, that’s my myth, I always was cuz! I am

This here and that there, from neutrino to Red Giants’, White Dwarves’ and Black Hole spam.

You don’t know like I know and it doesn’t appear that you ever will, your blind faith’s strong

Believe me and don’t believe your first program to live and die with a purpose, same old song

It’s a matter of efficient prestidigitation and proficient slight of hand before the third red eye

Deep down to the bone, between the epicenter dot’s period, bring it on down, crosshair high!

Now and then you and I will digress and get back to the innocence before we re-engage God

Beginning nowhere, in an empty womb, en egg and a spermatozoa commingling heavenly body

Then a sudden thrust of labor, pain, sweat, tears, crying, suffering, then joy and happiness do

What they do when they do it, give and take away without intent, just random scat, H1N1 Flu!

We’re all gonna die just like it’s obvious that we’re all alive and we kill living things, to devour

In and out of the hatches we’ve evolved from the random Big Bang, papa in heaven pretender

As if there is another step after our final gasps of oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen and weed flower

It appears the Way is narrow, straight and narrow, silent, I’m #woke, wake up YOU mothers!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Freitag, 13. März 2020 Jahr des Herrn um 05:55 Uhr PST

{ Drafted while groovin’ to @DonnyHathaway #NeverMyLoveAnthology #VoicesInside #EverythingIsEverything on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/l3p4DFnBpkM }

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#YouMayGoNow #ThinkAndThinkNotThink #ItsJustBusiness

AGONY & MAMA’S WISE CRACKER*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, March 11, 2020

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You probably don’t want to know the Truth about life or death so let’s spread a virus later on

For right here and now, it’s all about the WORDS on-the-air in and out of our lungs, it is fun

From the first eye opening in the morning with or without an alarm clock buzzin’ or beepin’

Morons and idiots that you may or not be related to by DNA in your bones, my we be trippin’.

It’s complicated but either it’s all made up or you’re not in on the occult secret of a holy monk

Out of probabilities, you’re doomed to be buried with zombies and neutrino quick-sand funk

Hurt your finger bones on the rim, on a 360 degree slam dunk, everything is everything, dash

Busted by the consciences of the mighty nations descended from a mythological rock scratch.

Death from heart failure while you’re wide awake, standing up or falling down, One’s a name

Of what the men and women said when we were young, parents, adults, sisters or big brother

Trained and programmed without a free will to disobey the law, there’s a retribution violation

Only Good die young, that’s #1, old men and women who raised babies or not, mortality’s sin.

Now wait just a moment and settle down before you go flyin’ off the handle once again, man

In a nutshell so you may crack it at will, in due time after the presentation, I am not your fan

You are mine! A fan is something that blows artificial wind on your skin and bones, It cools

The only way to fly, to rock and roll in every direction on all seven continents of motley fools.

It is agony to create and deliver the wise cracks to the least likely to grasp the subtle inference

Nothing changes in your life when you’re warned by the #ShameShameShame chain of fools

Ma & pa’s potty training was so important to adeptness at reason and logic, common sense

In or out of your diapers before you’re 3 years old, the cutoff of personal doom, my friends!

Put your lips together, just blow, blow easy or blow hard depending on the heat of the fleets

What you’ve seen since your first breath out of the womb until the last twinkle of your tweets

It’s all here and now, with or without me it’s still here and now to y’all, I’m merely a chimera

To be or not to be Shakespeare is only a question for the forms of mud and blood, gods of Ma.

Stop your babies from touching their faces with their bare hands, they will get sick on nipples

On the bottles of glass and plastic and mammary glands, the young will suckle and be all viral

In or out of the DNA and RNA of the cells, inside of the protoplasm and shape of the formal

Who wants to lead the lemmings off of the cliff, LMAO and falling, the viral cure is #Skittles!

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r j j stephan, i *Header is Marilyn Monroe with 14 million followers, never tweeted tweets!

c. March 11th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Solved the calculus and advanced trigonometry problems & then wrote this down, while listenin’ to https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hardy_(singer) & MorganWallen https://youtu.be/bXS7f8XO9nQ & https://youtu.be/Sn2RBKPMpU0 

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#PostMortem #PreNatal @GratefulDead concert @WrigleyField @Chicago @Batman & @TheGoldenDawn

au GOLDEN DAWN BOBBYPINS #79*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, March 10, 2020

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In the psyche within the mind of species specific board games, I’m the monkey, apeman lover

I mean get off of it and stay off of it, mount my back at your own free choice of instant karma

There would be no waiting in line to see what happens in a minute, I was so busy getting over

Getting acid kinks out of the genome in between a Big Bang and a Super Nova, fake dharma.

It’s a miracle that the metal was buried in the ground but Earth is a Dead Star don’t sweat it

What the ancestors pretended to know and taught their kin was in fact, just a bunch of chit

It really doesn’t matter to the ancestors who have passed into the ash and dust or DJ’s locker

Organized crime against the birds of prey and all the mothers that crawl, fly, run or slither.

If and only if your fortune keeps you safe from predators and accidental low speed air crashes

Then you may open your conscious awareness to the body and blood of reincarnated gashes

Coming to be from a defiance of nature, a spirit infused egg without a father, without a man

If you’ve got something to say, say it now, if not, hold your peace until the bitter end, hot fan.

Bobby pins you saved for 2000 years since the beginning of a millennium which has no witness

Now worth millions and donated to the Smithsonian to keep for the sake of Man, I confess

Every day to the ball of confusion in my ball park, on my court, a field of dreams’ day-mare

No music or sound other than Corona gold bobby pins scratchin’ skull, high gold in my hair.

If we can no longer breathe in and out in a rhythm to die for, then a synchronized ego alters

What masks you had before that moment, before the moment your mouth slacked, all agape

Out of the air you’ve breathed since the slap on the arse in the hospital called, St. Anne Cape

Corpus dillecti is immanent if the stiff isn’t found poste haste, so it’s all hammer down hers.

A Goldsmith or an adept at being an enlightened son of the immortal divinity, God or ol’ Zeus

Named by unknown “experts” during their Time on Terra Ferma, spin and wobble in blues

Unknown ‘x’ factor with a ‘y’ and ‘z’ too close for comfort, also without being ol’ Mary Poppins

Who needs you weasel? Immersion in solar fuel, a special and general relativity’s bobby pins.

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r j j stephan, i *Gold Bobby Pins for all!

Mardi 10 mars 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 Post Meridian, Pacifica Standard Time {PST}

{ Drafted after watchin’ @TheDarkKnight #BankHeist on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vetKTtM7YyU & jammin’ to my radio station #RicoRockHardFavRadio link @ https://www.iheart.com/favorites/ricorockhard-favorites-radio-724148/ }

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#AFifthOnTheTenth FOR ALL OF THE #RubberbandMen

OMEGA FREEBIRD’S 10 HERTZ, SON

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, March 10, 2020

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Marking right there in front of your eyes where ‘X’ marks the spot, where you’re here, present

In the spin of the doctors and nurses early in the AM, woke up my pops, daddio drivin’ blind

Still high on the Jack D, son of the black label, got to the emergency room, mama on a gurney

You may not recollect the first day you saw the light but I do, embedded it in my mind to find.

Last year you weren’t here, then you appeared from two cells merged into a zygotish globule

In a nutshell, from nothing but a move of friction on skin and nerves, we’ve come from a void

A mere, invisible piece of atomic, nuclear matter, fissioned & fusioned Space, above & below

What supernova imagined you’d be writing Words, reading Thoughts, of me, a motley fool.

Self deprecation and some legal street drugs should get you a tent underneath the freeway

Many down and out men and women will take everything you got by labor or sin’s larceny

Once you’re naked and shakin’ naked in the freezin’ frost of a funky-aze, morning darkness

With an overdose of the Earth’s plants ground into powder, melted into a comatose mess.

Cecor’ll cover your gammoglobulin with shock troops, a kick-az of struggle and Hades’ strife

Drugs on acid, natural high of mitochondria believing they have a viral will of Jack’s & a bawl

What it is in this world that forces us all to struggle for survival and fear the death of fake life

A shiver is what you get with the realization that you’re now enlightened, death will kill y’all!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi 10 mars 2020 Anno Domini à 3 h 33, heure normale du Pacifique

{ Earthquake last night around 8:00 PM PST here in Northern California... & drafted this masterpiece while listenin’ to Creed #WithArmsWideOpen & chit on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xkRtnqNtwUw }

@SalvidorDali

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#EverybodyIsEverybody @WARTheBand @ThePointerSisters @DonnyHathaway #TheDramatics #G

YOU WENT TOO FAR, KEEP GOIN’

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 9, 2020

Happiness is me and my wife takin’ a selfie on my mother’s and father’s porch in early prefall

A place where I used to ride my bicycle up and down the blacktop one-ways of streets’ lights

On the boulevard or the avenue, sometimes a street or a road or a lane, I lived on them y’all

Deep on the northside of the city of bad smells, tar, bricks and woodwork, home of my fights.

It was always just as peculiar with a Chicago girl, that Jersey girl was the rose among tulips

We danced every day and every night because we were burstin’ with the energy of love lips

Peculiar to say the least and a godsend for the hungry and thirsty for the pills of my prose

Ground beef and pork just like the cannibals that eat their own, four legs OK, never 10 toes.

Punk rocks and rolled up stones putting on the Ritz for the righteous and the undeserving

Everybody is everybody and the lost have been found in the muck and mire of the gold ring

Married to the Singularity and to the mob of cellular differentiation, Cause of all effectiveness

Of course, it’s in the tea leaves and in the stars, below and above all that we know is and was.

Depending on the linguistic tricks of laying down the tricks of the trade, the whole Truth’s Id

Never, ever going to be happiness without sadness while you breathe this O2, H1 and a Force

Hydrogen, gas of the bloody azses left over from the Big Bang of Stuff, gas, liquid and corpse

Nowhere else we’ll ever be able to go other than right here and now, future shock, This is It!

Party would be on the patio where the barbecue caught on fire, Hibachi flames to the gods

Burned chops and wings for the family starving for the spoils of the welfare lines of hot rods

Uneducated and ignorant singers of the American dream, freedom ain’t free to the old lovers

Oh #ChiTown gods, rich spunk-suckin’ girls with no daddy, rubberbands flippin’ the cursors.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, March 9th, 2020 A.D. @ 12:00 midnight

{ The headers is me & my better 1/2, Carol Ann, I drafted this MP while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #DontLetNooneGetYouDown from the #WhyCantWeBeFriends cd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kwbqU3vWWec }

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#Oneness #DualityIsADreamersPutsch #HappyBirthdayRichie

69 YEARS, A TWIRL IN DARKNESS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 8, 2020

Urgent in the undisclosed dungeon underneath the complex of simpletons like you and I

It sounds like the mint in the drink is a tasted commodity of unknown proportion, my ego

What I am and where I’ve been is all that I am, conscious of my origin’s Void of mortal sin

Desired existence, desired the sin of disobedience to natural laws, enough to kill your kin.

But being the fireman to put out the fires and to be or not to be the chief of the flame’s burn

Life itself full of feelings in your heart and soul, the humanity in the being flipped a u-turn

Not only for a good reason but also for the sake of existence of mankind itself, I gave a dam

All of the water flowed down from the snow capped mountain tops via rivers to a big mouth.

Contained in a nutshell, what I wanted and needed blew me away, your kiss on my lips kid

Old lady, lady friend, better half, girlfriend, WIFE that moves the home from Space to a skid

Flame burnt the candle’s wax and wick into smoke, it up and disappeared, poof, wait, what?

There I said it in this daydream and you listened and wondered and then rejected this scat!

Pawns, rooks, bishops, knights and queens all serve the king on this Board of the Supervisor

It’s a being at One and undivided like an atom of a cell, a singularity of matter’s energy, Chi

Where or when or even why are words beginning questions without answers, third blind eye

Nevermore to care for the reason humans or any living thing is alive under this planet’s sky.

Whether or not whether but if and not when or why or even how, private eyes are watching

Every move your animated bones make from dawn until dusk, sometimes even in between

Paranoia is a mere matter of being conscious of danger leading to tragedy, a sign to beware

Of what the pride of men and cause/effect forces does to the DNA genome, gods don’t care.

All of the living have been on an easy ride from Africa to the North and South poles and back

Seven continents of uneven rock sticking out of the H2O just because of severe gravity’s slack

Keeping grounded, as above, so below, where it counts, the movement on a Time line’s moot

Like it or not, find a Harley-Davidson of Sacramento or somewhere & go for a Hwy 49 scoot!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, March 8th, 2020 A.D. 3:33 AM PST

{ Drafted this gem to the Dramatics @ https://youtu.be/PgG6SU8L-dI on a #HappyBirthday47 to OUR #1 son, #RichardJosephStephanJr LOLs....kiddin’ #2...LOLs }

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