#GodAintDeadYet #GrimReaperHappiness @VirusLovesBacteria

A NOD’S WINK, EVIL EYE’S DANK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, March 21, 2020

----- #SomethinElseDoneHitTheGround -----

A formal genetic code of DNA in the Space and Time you know as a reality home of the brave

No toilet paper needed, killing animals to eat them is not needed, eating plants as a holy slave

Toil in the astral dust, the Earth dirt left over from the exile of our star away from Big Bangs

Doom and destruction precede the creation of the Beauty, the Beautiful, a design of Wong's.

Chinese influenza from communists and socialists to destroy the capitalists, cripple the gods

If Karl Marx and Mao Tse Tung could only see the result of their child’s play, Wisdom’s fate

Completely obscured from plain sight, even the x-ray vision of superman couldn’t penetrate

Born to be free while dependent on everything on Earth for survival, a dichotomy of hot rods.

Pints or tons of the milk of Emptiness, open wound of wide open Space, a tomb for Nothing

In the holy books of unknown human origin, lines and squiggles on the cave walls and rocks

To remind us that there were some people who were alive, then died, torn-asunder, my son

A network of Space for Gravity and Gravy, pink flamingo bowel movement, Time creation.

Moss all over the forest, moose, elk and deer, even antelope runnin’ wild across planet Earth

On or off of a Newheel, hovering your 208 bones and 650-840 muscles, depending on girth

On or off of the hover-board you go and find yourself above the planet’s surface, wet or dry

Rivers and lakes without rules force collisions and death of atomic anomalies, men will die!

Madness closed off the intercourse and the species became extinct, fear caused bitter Ends

All snakes and bacteria consumed by the holy virus, of birds and bats, an influenza to die for

Yet, the strong survived, the young kept kissing each other and spreading the spit and rumors

That disease only kills old human beings yet it is worse than that, I kill the young first, then...

Oops, I’ve exposed myself to the healthy, you and yours, now you know, Mr & Mrs holy RNA

Microscopes have exposed the truth, telescopes have opened the Holy of Holies double-wide

To throw, to hit, to catch, to kick the balls all over the ground, in the air, off of the brick walls

Last chance for a final gasp of smoke for Rock & Bullwinkle’s third eye’s wink, bud of #Dank.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 3-21-2020 Anno Domini @ 6:66 AM in the bat-menagerie, my Home - Homer-Simpson.

{ Drafted while watchin’ & listenin’ to Rocky and Bullwinkle Muses RockyandBullwinkle ruled for an hour @ https://youtu.be/sVsesUF9-_Y }

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#JustTheTwoOfUsAgain @Chicago on the #NewFrontier @Pink @SteelyDan @DonnyHathaway #PinkPanther @DonaldFagen

A HEAD OF REALITY, MARY SCORE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, March 20, 2020

--------------- 25 OR 6 TO 4 ----------------

From the second movement offhand from the first down, it’s a matter of Time, snowcaps flow

In Space with Matter and the Energy exhibiting Cause and Effect relationships, ad infinitum

Archeological and to the point of the viral pathological present and past tense census scum

Whatever washed up on the shores of the East and West ends of the hemispheres, high & low.

For the moment, trusting the multi-colored light show of sparkling crystals of chemo therapy

Not only for your mother and father in heaven but also for you and your brothers, your sister

Come on man! Get on the stick and figure out the narrow way before it’s too late, jump on it

When you get to a place in Space where you know that the presence of oneness is all there is.

Like a metronome moving the gears within to the click bait beat of the magnetic repeat, 6 : 4

Then there were the lyrics of the ancient mariners and modern hermits, hormones unknown

Let me tell you what I think and it should force you to hate what I will say, word up? 10 : 4

Finale before the curtains go up, quite a backward forward and now you can’t get out of town.

Still of the night or chaos of the day are one and the same during the hibernation of the state

A curfew or a self-quarantine to create a sense of a ghost town without a population to inflate

Catchin’ a wave on the way into the Malibu sand, hung ten and went straight down to death

Hit the bottom and the ocean descended upon my consciousness, my lights went to stealth.

Next thing I knew, I was flyin’ above Big Sur, below Monterey and Pacific Grove, holy grails

Where artists, painters, writers and their entourage did not fear to go between rock concerts

Playing in the sand, barefoot and cutoffs in uniform of the beach boy and surfer girl, oh man!

Gotta get back to the ocean because I mentioned the sea to me, a bowl, a puff, a bad dab fan.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, March 20, 2020 @ 1700 hours

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Donny Hathaway #EverythingIsEverything again...on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oUNz3A1cVus }

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#SmokinAndDrinkin @EVERLAST #LowTempDabbin' @LynyrdSkynyrd

KEYED PHILANTHROPIC ANOMALY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, March 20, 2020

---------- #NotDrunkJustHighAsGod ----------

Trippin’ for your own good, so they said when they wanted your submission to crimes of gods

Commands to obey or else be punished with negative criticism of everyone’s whiskey bongs

To be a good Canadian you must speak not only with an accent but also with a sharp prods

You’d think that you’ve heard it all until one night, you hear what makes God’s divine songs.

For the life of me and you, there’s no way to predict the end of days, mine or yours, it’s all bad

Way too bad to entertain the notion of the good and the ugly, a miracle to be happy in the sad

Divine intervention’s always required when the all too human interjection fails in synch, see?

Calculate viruses within equations, why is it hip to be Mass’ Lights-peed squared? E=#OMG

In the out door where nobody gets out alive, alone and no other way to go except up or down

Pink or red, blue or purple colors swap their time in space for gems to love and hate to own

I was wasted a minute ago and then I got my eyes wide opened by empty shelves in Safeway

Seeing the future comin’ toward me at 90 MPH with no brakes, can’t stop, get out the Way!

Spouting off the excrement of the bulls that came before me, herded the troops into the funk

Can’t see past the big apple people, the fat-arsed folks, larger than a bus’ or jet seat, get drunk

Cases, six-packs, cans or long-necks, whiskey from the Black Jack trippin’ into my gullet hole

Down the hatch, knew a trick or two before I forgot all about it, no worries or frets, just blow.

Time in Space wasted by me and my kin, didn’t know it was all a matter of random luck, son

Now I know but it’s too late for the utilization and here and now is there and then, 1 & done

Low down with me, come on trip on this a second in time, out of time in a fraction of breath

Air above and below the crazy mind I’ve crafted to be the adapter to BS, no worry ‘bout death.

It will come, like it or not, think about it or not, Earth spins, you’re on it, get ready to skip it

Sleeping and never waking up to be conscious ever again or accidental termination of scheet

Cooked up and nearly burned into the essence of Nothing, intercourse of mind and body heat

Brings the thinking monkeys to the front and center of the class, got the answers, the schit!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi 20 mars 2020 @ 7:11 Ante Meridian (AM); Heure normale du Pacifique (PST)

{ Drafted in loop of #SmokinAndDrinkin Everlast link @ https://youtu.be/mYGGfK4bqVs }

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#GramawsHands #COVID-19

WE GOT ONLY WHAT WE GAVE, ALL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 19, 2020

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I had the unbelievable pleasure of shooting an M-16 several times during the struggle to be

A college drop out lookin’ for the next reason to live, on my knees beggin’ for a narrow Way

It was the teaching that assisted this journey from ignorance, without an ally’s aid, to be free

Of the rats’ serendipity which symbolizes it all about life’s evil genius joke but it ain’t funny.

Had a reason to live and then saw the body of bones leakin’ blown skin and hot red blood ice

What that looks like in the body bag is exactly what you’d think, rigor mortus has a high price

You got to let it all go, from the first thought you ever had all through the ordeal, the struggle

Once it comes down to Marshall Law blows, can’t give it up then, harm’s way Taps blowbugle.

Forgot what I was supposed to remember forever, something like you’ll always be my pearl

Or it could be that you said that you never wanted to see me ever again, you said that, right?

If you didn’t say it, did you think that it was true when I said it? Who said what’s goin’ viral

I ain’t gonna give up and I won’t forget until my mind blanks out into a clear slate of blight.

Breathing oxygen, eating nuts and fruit, playing mind games, workin’ for a shot at a has been

Of the disconcerted consciousness’ that stuck in a railing on a bridge, 16 year old Marksmen

Dice rolled, cards played, bluffs called and now the winner smiles at the loser, Win is a Way

To get a return on all that you give away to the world and the matrix itself, do not look away.

Claymore and 50c guns goin’ off between grenaded and m-16 auto-fire, smoke’ll spark some

From my bedroom in Chicago to the marijuana farm outside Da Nang, high way to get home

Night fallin’ and no friends at my back, to my right or left, just music left in me, rollin’ rocks

Combat warfare, all day, every day, 13 months with a 2 week furlough for VD hooker shocks.

Pop said that we only got what we give, only live once here on Earth, devotion to let it all go

Out of your hands, out of all of our minds, so far from the origin you don’t recognize the hole

It’s all you get one the Red Giant implodes, it could be worse but I doubt I could imagine how

I think I’ve thought this through ad infinitum, existence is a mind sandwich, a dream to blow.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, March 19, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #OriginOfTheUniverse on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HdPzOWlLrbE after I woke from a dream, in Tibet near a llama cave at the top of the highest peak, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Everest }

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#PointsCannotBeSharp #EverythingIsEverything #StillTheSame @NewRadicals @PetriDishes @CoinExchange @ViralInfections

CORONA PILL & A BAT-DOG VIRUS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 19, 2020

-----------------  WAR  -----------------

Highlights only please, I don’t have the time to live in Italy and make China money, snakes

Travel ban on you and your doctors who diagnose disease in your bodies, jump in the lakes

Play Chinese checkers and Italian Chinese spaghetti and won ton soup, chopsticks in the sink

Snakes and rats unsafe in the chow mien and foo yung, COQ movin’ quick to become extinct.

So the contamination in a filthy place is normal, serve your country, follow orders, get ill, die

You have no reason to doubt me, elderly Italians getting the flu from the Chinese who can fly

Who dies of the flu and the colds of the Winter & Spring, hard surface contact for the elderly

Kill the old people and save the young people, it’s a call for mass extinction, naked ape silly.

Catastrophic events in your life end at your final demise, survivors will mourn and forget you

It’s the narrow way to move toward your death from life’s B negative charge of blood of blue

Teach your children to live and die like their kin or they’ll go out their mind, that being said

Origin of the virulent infection is the Bats and Rats pasta, meatball killer food kills you dead.

Eat the kisses and shake the hands of the sick and elderly, that will exterminate the wisdom

You and your babies are gonna get old and die too, it’s sooner than later, sequester your mom

Put her in a safe place, don’t shake her hand, don’t kiss her cheek and by kracky, don’t eat her

Candy hard sugar or soft chocolate, melts in mouths, rots the teeth, a diabetic candy number.

Retool your life, now you know that you are all gonna die, my medication from China is junk

Chinese junk on 7 seas, in plastic bottles stuffed with cotton in pharmaceutical leverage funk

Handcuffed to your ankles, the heavy metal is the last sound you’ll hear, drag you up the aisle

Supply chains of my gang unlinked from the pills of Chinese drugs in a toilet paper viral trial.

Shutdown your husband, your wife & children, your parents, your friends, all beyond the pail

Locked down and out from the happiness and love we all had a minute ago, now it’s all gone

Trade the present for the future and a probability that you’ll lose it all is high, reality’s will fail

Short people need social distance from moronic idiots, toilet paper’s all gone, COV-19’s pawn.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, March 19th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:30 AM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to the #NewRadicals #SomedayWeWillKnow on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bDmA8qQKhMY }

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#ThirdEyeClosed #TwoEyesWideOpen #DontJinxMeNow @GratefulDead @CAKE #Bullwinkle #RockyAndFriends

SKIRTS UP ABOVE THE HABIT HEM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, March 18, 2020

-------------------- #LoveToGive --------------------

Ebb and flow of the stream that used to be the lazy river that lost it’s rage to a mountain man

Think about it, one lost man all alone on Earth with nobody else on the planet, flash in a pan

Ink on the contract wasn’t even dry before the mouth on your face opened wide for insertion

Food from snakes and bats bleeding the viral infections rampant among dirty rats and men.

Grim secret within the wise one’s head, unknown to the many who want to murder the One

Just because the skirt’s up high, mid thigh doesn’t mean that you need to hop aboard for fun

It’s got nothing to do with anybody but the thing itself, the form and matter that dissolves ice

As above is the space and below is the time, we’re all here and now for the reasons of justice.

A ham sandwich on my mind’s eye and body’s soul, on rye with hot mustard and a kosher dill

Miracles happen when you least expect it, as if there’s an angel watchin’ in your window sill

But there’s nobody known or unknown in the present or in the past history of the world to be

White trash and rainbow cash for proof to shred upon this burned out star, alpha centauri.

Spell is on me but that’s not the way it’s going to be in a minute, a reversal of fortune’s turn

A corporation or one friend out in the open, for better of for worse, surrender free willy’s urn

Utter nonsense and complete surrender to the sound of guitars and conga drums movin’ feet

Up and down, all around the gravity sucking rock, we smoothly roll on my lady’s silk sheet.

Got the chalice, the holy grail of the Savior who got killed saving nobody special, an only son

She loved every bone in his body but he was who I am, as difficult as a differential equation

Not unsolvable just insoluble things themselves without the language of the swine flu, girl

Bloodline of shadow funk of the #Woke sleeper’s dreams come into an epiphany of ZZ swirl.

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ Dinked to Chicago #LookAway & #HITS youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2uKLTtVqQpE }

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#OneParty #OneLove #ComeTogether #ThirdTerm #ArmstrongAndGetty

WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE, LATER ON

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, March 17, 2020

----------------- #StolenValorReturned -----------------

It is certain and an a priori factoid premise’s assumption to a rational argument for insanity

We all can’t stay alive forever, nobody can and not even one person will survive an Evil ditty

Proof of life after death does not come from anything other than #BlindFaith, to a naked ape

Naked and different colors from blank to black, between dusk until dawn, all invisible vape.

So, priests and ministers, mullahs and rabbis from all seven continents, your death comes

At the end of all you’ve done here and now, way back then when you registered karma sums

Paying for the things you’ve charged until your soul itself is terminated, shame on my cons

I should not have lied and cheated my way like the teachers who taught me all I know, sons.

Now then, let me say this about that, lookie here now, cuz, I ain’t not gonna repeat this twice

Rocks roll down hill and pile up at the foundation of burned out star stuff, dirty birds & mice

You and I are & will always be one step and one stop away from the bitter end, a mind blown

Lookin’ forward to angel wings or faithfully departed souls Up In Smoke, what’s goin’ down?

You and I, strangers, friends, enemies are all here together with sweet nothings of Earth sins

We eat the stuff that grows here on the dirty rocks and asphalt roads, cats, cattle, pigs & hens

I shall not do unto others as they do unto others, the bad men and women aren’t all in prison

They walk among us, we’re related to them, they are our friends and enemies, we are all One.

Hunger for the corned beef and cabbage, buttered up grease floating atop of the hot porridge

Leprechauns moving in and out of the four-leaf clover patch, listenin’ to #TalkRadio baggage

Carried by voices of reason and rational thought, the eyes and ears of the absentees, you, me

Hard rocking to the waltzes and jitterbugs long gone, do me a favor OK, just forget about it!

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r j j stephan, i

c. #SaintPatricksDay March 17th, 1971, I got nearly DEAD drunk at 19 years old and went to a ANNUAL party we TEENS dubbed, #TheBinge, SHOTS & KEGS then I went to BASIC training in the USAF Lackland AFB, San Antonio, Texas & the rest is hysterical history, ENJOY! THIS AM listened carefully to the new #PanicOfTheDay on Armstrong and Getty Fan Page Talk 650 KSTE Armstrong & Getty #SevereLockdownIsImmanent #NoKareoke

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#NoWayForPink @PINK #GravitasLatino @CarlosSantana #SANTANAconcert2020

GIMME A BREAK, WITH THE EYES!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 16, 2020

-------------  #EverythingIsIndeedEverything -------------

Way back a long time ago in 1971 A.D. I volunteered to be your twinkling star on a Hanoi nite

It wasn’t funny shippin’ me off from the Windy City to the Alamo, my old Davy Crockett fight

A day that the #1 fire fighters went upstairs to sleep above the snorkels and hook and ladders

Grandma’s hands never let the bad guys get to me in the holy city’s eye balls, god-impostors.

For Jets and the Sharks, everything improbable in history actually occurred for real, honest

I would not lie to the ones who need to know the reality they are immersed within, fear US

Compared the things themselves to one another and found a homogeneous symbol of Void

Nothing but the sub-atomic dissolution of heaven and hell, reality is eternal, a mother-lode.

Patience and courage from the alpha’s points of view to the victory of the battle to Feel

Keeping the sun’s rays in batteries and incandescent and florescent on a solar Newheel

Hovering above the ground of being where angels feared to go, O2 personally stepped in

Muck and mire choking gestures, #AsAboveSoBelow, NOW, 360 degrees, I Am Oxygen.

Out of the uniform, out of the war, into a universal program of divinity’s particular squats

It’s a One, a Singularity in the middle of the #CoronaVirus from baboons’ humanity plots

Equation mathematically discharged into faded dummies and literal idiots of man’s DNA

Ability to perceive in A Sixth sense, above and below the seven seas here and now, F’n A!

Judging before you are judged by strangers who enforce the rules of being in a black hearse

Unless you want to go to heaven or hell before #YourTime, you must obey just one law first

Teaching every tiny tot the Golden Rule, Kant’s Categorical Imperative’s sweet spot’s foal

Good and Evil fighting like the gravitational collapse of a White Dwarf into a Black Hole.

Blizzard of teeth chewing the muscle and skin off of your sinews and bones, God’s holy fun

And then well you know what happens after that, don’t make me tell you it’s come undone

You must admit it to your true self, there is a gimmick that’s fools and jokers and a holy bum

Reasons for Nothing, a #YoHoHo being on planet Earth, shooters of #StPatty’s day 151rum.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi 16 mars 2020 Anno Domini, @ 8:30 Heure normale du Pacifique Ante Meridian

{ Generated in the Void of Mistaken Identity with your hundred year old bag of bones, gettin’ down with #FracturedFairyTales @ https://youtu.be/vVuiunGFT80 }

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Eagle, Falcon, Owl - Birds Of Prey, Nature 2018 HD Documentary.

W.W.A.R.D.?

#InTheDeeperWater #RubberBandWomen #GettinUpAndDown #ListeninToThePeopleSingin sooo, #WhatAreYouDoin'? #SpreadOut

MY 78’s FLIP AT 33 1/3 OR 45 RPMs

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 15, 2020

--------- OOOOOOHHHHHHH WEEEEEEEEEE ----------

Music plays from speaker wire hooked up to a transmitter, an amplifier of the half notes

Dreams of men and women recollected in the nature of noise, banging and blowing away

The things themselves which know nothing about where they’re at or where they’re goin’

From baby’s diapers and glass or plastic bottles with a #FakeNipple to suck gravity’s sin.

Nothing to see here nor there but still there’s a need, a desire to get nearly impossible dreams

To be or not to be inside of me, at night or day time, all day every day 24/7, foul ball schemes

Comin’ to Buddha, Jesus or Confucius or any Toma, Dickey or Harriet who rocks this world

Beaches to the top of the mountains’ peaks, frozen water clearly BADABING, so God hurled.

Now, lost in the bright light of day in a foreign country’s hostile neighborhood, Time is tight

So, in the middle of the scrum, you’ve got to think faster than the hate-lovers in a tough fight

Love to all of the haters alive right now in the present and to their kin, dead ones & soon to be

Love murders the hate when it runs out of breath, out of gold and silver bloody paths to Me!

I will call you so do not call me, don’t even think about me, forget my name and numbers OK

Needs and wants are all fulfilled with the Words and Clothes that bled out from purple hearts

Wound scars ‘neath skull & bone tattoos from my toes to my nose, yo hey, what HO did I say?

Phraseology gone wild, past status quo’s lost threshold of fear and loathing, loaded fine arts.

I want you and you want me like our mothers and fathers wanted us, hell we were accidents

Kiss moments, vacant mind mode of WTH changes of third eyes’ playgrounds down in Time

Infinite space inside and outside of the thing itself, it walks, it talks, it struggles in the rhyme

In the end, Alpha waves suck it all back into the Beta collapse of mind’s eyes, makes no sense.

Party over here and there, before and after the conscious realization that you’re spores of Ra

All of the many combined return to the cosmic wave that began in a whimper, in fire hot spa

Top of pyramids for sacrifice to live after the death of the heart and mind, pure bull’s feces

Cherished in the Word, the books full of mercy and phrases of intentional deception, 10 cc’s.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 15 mars 2020 Anno Domini de l'année du Seigneur, sur Les Idées de mars à 6 h 66, heure normale du Pacifique (PST)

{ drafted WHILE listenin’ to: Al'Green #TiredOfBeingAlone on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/csZV3w_nscg }

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