#HighsAndLows #GotDownToGetHighUpAboveHereAndNowAndThen... #BulletHitsTheBone #WelcomeHome @KidRock #ROCKS

#CantGetNoConnection   #WTFAreYou?

FORCED NEUTRALITY, HIGH ALERT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, March 28, 2020

----------------------    #TwilightZone    --------------------

Sirens scream, horns blow, cowbells ring and all of the people from the foothills remain alert

Mothers raised no fools, only the strong survived the hard times of the #Struggle to help hurt

All survivors of the beings who’re so hungry to eat that they fight to devour our hardass bones

Flesh, fat muscle and sinew is their meat, scat is their dessert, a sewer of H2O & #9 iPhones.

Pale or dark as the blackness of the Void where the stars never go unless they're dead n' gone

Not lonely at all when you know for certain that you’re Everything in the universe, God’s #Ra

Grasp and get your little skull full of matter and energy to comprehend #tele & #micro scopes

Smack in the middle of the Way, neither the Origin nor Ends, inside the noose ropes of a Ga.

Cheer at the games played without the rules being followed by both teams of questionable ilk

Orphanages turn boys and girls into men and women, graduates with PhD’s in Oreos & milk

Just because we thought that we were so pretty, we looked in distorted mirrors of reflection

Third eye visions deep into the glass weakens the bond and the whole system shatters in Sin.

Who made this up? Meeting Earth’s this here & that there on my knees, free to a humdinger

Songs so sorry that my folks made love to make me come here to payback divinity’s #Finger

Middle One, so high above Ground of Being, far from Earth’s core of windy rain, oh, Freudian

Nothing and nowhere are my Ends, a gasp of air in and out, last whiff turns to shyt, I’m all in.

Hearing the bells and whistles everywhere from the dirt to eight miles high above it all, I cry

Tears rollin’ down the cheeks until the block returns to free this quarterback before we all die

Pushing back out in the tradition of the Pulsars we are, my gravy and gravity cause my spasm

Above, below and beyond the Void’s Twilight Zone’s ‘X’, I trip the blacklight, I’m a phantasm!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, March 28th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 6:00 AM sharp

{ Drafted while listenin’ to The Marshall Tucker Band #24HoursAtATime & #GreatestHits rockin’ the house on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Q51Osg0Kdn8 }

#LetUsRollTheDiceTwice

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#AroundTheWorldInTwentyMinutes #YourMaAndPa #Machineguns @JamesMarshallHendrix

#SacrificeScarFaces

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#Crickets & #ClickBait #HeartAttacksSaveSoulsTimeInSpace

 #InAndOutAnimalStyleProteinStyle #RubberLatexGlovesAndUS

ROCK’S HARD, NOW LET US ROLL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, March 27, 2020

------------   #GTFOOH  #CoughOnYouAndMe  -----------

Way down, bottom of the core, this is what it looks like when this star burned out of holy gas

An Eagle Rock for the minions that used to be beyond the rocks that litter the land en masse

Of giants and tiny, invisible to the human eye #COQ19 virus from the holes punched thru

Our atmosphere was CLOSED and is now OPEN, thanks to the rockets, missiles and men.

Bags of groceries emptied into the camp’s fire for the minions to scurry around, just dance!

Ticking time TNT and the space between your ears, as my daddy used to say, it’s out of Air!

Opened wide at birth and shut tight as a drum by the time of a decade passed, to be or not

Survival depends on your ma & pa & then it depends on YOU and only YOU, it’s your shot!

Roll around the ellipse of emptiness, a plane of imaginary First Movements in an RNA Opus

Rhapsody in the acid rain and the pools of acid and alkaline, to be or not to be them, all of US

Nobody knows anything for certain except some mathematical computations about Bermuda

Where the bombs blew the corona virus into the next dimension, cocks and tails love Nevada.

Omega and Alpha for All, you will drive it home after you see the ball coming and hit the ball

Up and out of the park hundreds of times, trillions of times, dead in a Cool, California Hehl

A pool of the excess refuse floating on an ocean of oxygen and hydrogen mix, it’s a gold find!

Here comes the open mouth full of sharp teeth and in a moment, you sphinx’ out your mind?

In olden days, business as usual, lying and dying at the end of it, spinnin’ revolts of #KungFu

Now, a crown, a corona of the invisible and indubitable, will be yo' kingdom 'neath dirty Blue

Light-blinded, deadheads above gas bags of skin & bone, to be or not to be gods’ of bossanova

Delightful taxes of Gold income, melted in a cauldron of lead, Big Bang origin, a SuperNova!

Freemasons hiding secret data in a holy tabernacle of emptiness, a holy, hot rock nobody sees

Then and only then when you kill your personality you’ve inherited from the knowledge trees

Ladies of specific shapes & sizes in the men’s heads to populate the gene pool, fine and dandy

A million or a billion dollars of trillions, zillions in any case, too high, still smokin’, eye candy!

This ain’t no Mr Pickle from San Francisco streets of hills to die for, 45 degrees of up & down

Yet, there’s something to say for the shapes of cucumbers as far as input into an output frown

Without the injector of spunk, extinction is the only fond memory you’ll recall, weakness’ ilk

Who and what will become extinct next? Gods’ rose him from the dead, the spirit’s son, Milk!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi 27 mars 2020 Année du Seigneur, à 6h66 Ante Meridian, heure normale du Pacifique

{ Drafted out of the Void inside and outside of YOU, yeah, YOU and listenin’ simultaneously to Sir Elton John the Guinea Pig link @ https://youtu.be/en3gKL2MstU }

#GodsDanginIt

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SummaryOfUniversalParticularity #SuperiorInferiority @ChristinaAguellera #BlurredLine #NeverNasty

BLURRED LINE, FLASH EXPOSURE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 26, 2020

--------------- #SwearToTheGods ------------- #IDareYou

A Family Guy can get away with this since it’s just a cartoon of man, one dimension flim flam

What words come from his yap, now that’s very important and germane to the theory, BAM

Other words will not due for the Way to be expressed in phraseology concluding sinners’ soul

That’s accurate, One soul in the many broken bits and bytes of data, planted in a black hole.

Hit the enter key and you blast off into cyberspaced no place else to go, a blue screen to face

Waiting to reboot the whole shebang, hard drive, software and any other terabyte place

Twilight or daylight zones matter little since everything is dark and broken, needs a fix

Not in the arm’s mainline to the heart and brain, I’m talkin’ last breath’s corpus dilecti.

No choice in the matter, we all gotta go sometime regardless of our desire to live forever

Pretending there is a #Soul that survives the body’s extinction, well now, that’s so cute

My brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, friends and enemies, oh and my wife too boo

All of the human beings, moral and ethical as they see themselves, don’t know Kung Fu.

It would help to know so One could beat the Truth out of someone who knew the only One

Personally I don’t care what happens once my eyes gape wide opened, heart seizes the meme

Mind bent over in a freeze-frame state of being, wondering why nobody’s movin’ but it’s me

I am not movin’ hell my eyes ain’t even open to see, they’re open because they’re dead, gone.

A family guy in between the grave and the birth canal, deaf as a vacuum, blind H1N1 bat stew

Flew into the chef’s kitchen down the alley where the hookers roll, the GI’s play the dang fool

Think a foreign oriental loves you after her yobo went back to the world to his wife & baby too

Now you’re the one and only, a yobo to die for until the programmed virus is in the gene pool.

Then you go home and spread it from man to man, woman to woman, boy to girl & vice versa

That is how it gets around, sex and saliva and blood, hands to mouths, it will come into YOU

From two then four then eight, geometric progression to epidemic then on to pandemic Ra

Touched with DNA/RNA, great escapes will never return, God’s a body of bones, gone blue.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday March, 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to christina_aguillera_ #SomethinsGotAHoldOnMe & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TZFQgqhNoEI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GreenLights #ThatsAGO #GoGoGo #GTFOOH #RareEarthBand #ItsAllOverYoFace #TheBoss #Springsteen

TIME OPEN FIRE, FADE SPACEOUT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 26, 2020

---------------- #LostMyMind #NeverAgain -----------------

Casey was at bat and he grounded out to second and got the leading run thrown out at home

There was no other way, had to go home to the place in space that nobody else could assault

Behind the mote and the rocks and stones, drawbridge up exposing the alligators and snakes

None of them men and women can see through the hearts in their eyes, love is NOT IT at All.

Here’s what it is, expectations of more than enough, too much more than a bit of jolly roger

With intrepidation and more angst than a prison full of bank robbing kids in a twilight zone

Rolled & rocked longer than I should have with no reason to go forward or back, albeit none

Seriously folks, findin’ what you’ll also find one day, I cannot describe the realization of bone.

Why you and your mama came here to the fools and dreamers who can’t handle the Truth, I

Utter despair just before the self-realization of the nature of your being’s soul, curve pi’s bell

3.14 or 6.28 or 12.56, it matters only when the pie’s all gone, not a crumb leftover for the rats

Scurry with them, you will see a hierarchy of vermin from king to serf, president to slave cell.

It could have been the ides of March or the showers of April that brought on the reign of rain

Comin’ down like cats & dogs when bullets hit the bones, it’d be curtains then, the play’s over

Captains of the ships and general particulars in the crew of One, merged millions in virus’ ilk

Knowing that the hype is the idiots’ whole argument for stealing our FREEDOM, a valor kill.

Now that you and I know what we should have thought about what we couldn’t live with rosy

Without YOU or the THINGS, without the SPIN and WOBBLE of pain and suffering, so lousy

Torture to be near the Idiot and the Moron who think about the same thing, I am not worthy

Nothing different than being all alone in a deep, dark hole without air, water or land, just me.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, March 26th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Generated from the void in Darkness while listenin’ to 'RARE-EARTH' (I know) I’m Losing You on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hINtx2E6y6s }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#MoneyForNothing #SweetNothings

DRONE SEARCH FOR A JELLY ROLL

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, March 25, 2020
----------------  #JustSkipIt  ---------------

I was lookin’ for silver linings in the cumulus clouds but all I found was a philosopher stone

It was a little bigger than a pebble but not as big as an Irish potato, fit right in my palm bone

My best friends all died of going far away from me and losing my phone number in blue skies

Philosopher’s stones all over the roads and highways but they’re invisible to the naked eyes.

Plump like a fat arsed kid who eats nothin’ but white bread without the crust, husky little kid

To be grown up into six and one half feet of skin’s bone, mastered a PhD in metaphysical fizz

Heads up, hands down the master of the muster to get up and go, awakened so I went & hid

From the boogy men and the witches from the hollar, down by the swamp’s monster bizz.

Snow on the ground, ice on my windows, my engines froze but still turning over for the seize

All cylinders down and out from a metal merger, heat burned them into One, present to past

No creator of the motion, just a hunk of plastic and metal full of dinosaur oil and disaster gas

Makin’ the moves and the love that needs to be made for the sake of a genome’s survival fest.

All alone in the heavens between stars, black and blue but feelin’ good at 455 degrees below 0

Squared cubed gold from lead & sulphur, on this burnt cinder we’re wandering about a flood

Punked for decades, millenia with inadequate, false extrapolations of an invisible dead God

Truth interpreted by monks, nuns, brothers of our mothers n’ fathers, play that violin #Nero!

In form, out of shape with infinite content, an amorphous existence, something in particulars

In general, you can’t put your finger on it but it’s right there, gold lining in silverclouds’ liars

Darkness and a loud engine droning making me think that I’m the thing itself and I am all in

But who I’ll be, because of who I was, whatever I was, not a boy or a man, just all too human!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi 25 mars 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 post meridiem

{ DRAFTED WHILE LISTENIN’ TO #PhilosophersStone by VanMorrison on youTube link in a loop @ https://youtu.be/PghOffQ-BrI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Quarks #QUIRKY #QuickSand #SweetEscape @GwenStefani

BLITZ THE QB &AIM AT ONE KNEE*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, March 25, 2020

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An amorphous blob of gold inside you and now effin’ up a hacking cough’s intent elbow dread

Where you came from and where you’re going when it’s all over, said and done, are we dead?

Nothing more nor less than the absolute Truth and Nothing at All but the Truth, duh, you say

Blues played me like a sharp harp on the way to pearly gates, paid no attention to, No Way!

Here and there you’ll creep like a bug but scared of US who want to survive, to be the most fit

Able to defend your own life and loved ones lives, middle of chaos and extinction immanence

Center of my personal attention is what is right in front of my nose, I am blind in the highlights

Sun’s explode now and then when gravitational collapse moves the unmoved mover, Shyster!

Smog and fog when it’s dark of night is a haze to die for, traffic with head and tail lights to kill

For me and you and everyone else that is animated with the dead food, plants and animal fats

We will survive, women & men, descendants of original denizens of caves in the holy grounds

Foundation in the substratum, deep inside the black hole we’re in, mother’s milk lost, found.

Last breath soon to come when you least expect it, you just do NOT want to know when, cuz

It will suck your hope out of your soul, which you really have no reason to suspect, L.L.T. South!

Deadly virus, deadly dictators all put us to death without the normal fan fare, just caput, dust

It was always like it is today but without radio, TV and NewsWords, Word of a mighty mouth.

Tattletales gossiping, flapping human gums, with chicklets, choppers and their spooky bone

I got a mask, it’s on your face and not mine, I won’t need to breath fresh air where I’m goin’

You’re a moron, you’re an idiot and no freak of nature, it’s the nature of the species’ genome

Run the gamut, ready, set GO y’all better move, #Windows are closing, I am skull’s gnome!

Mighty Mouse and Mickey Mouse they forced fed Disney to the kids, now they rule Earth biz

WTF are we going to do with this barbaric behavior? Get loaded and chill on the viral webs

Gods and men move the ways and paths as the world spins & wobbles in famous, fake celebs

Around the vacant Space between the matrix and the personality you claim is yours, OM is.

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r j j stephan, i *hEaDeR is #DEATH warmed over!

c. Mercredi, March 25, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while alternating between Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE & the The Beach Boys #FiftyBigOnes on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4LkgyvWSlcM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#NakidJackArse #Godzilla #KingKong #CoronaMyArse

PHILOSOPHER STONE HOLDUP, RA

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, March 24, 2020

------------------ #ItsTricky ------------------

Well, finally got a chance to use my degree in a bachelor of arts in a sentence of philosophies

Nothing in particular other than the very first a priori argument I ever effaced, which I seized

Utter strangulation of the thing itself, a Oneness that probably exploded into our bags of food

Not because of meanness or revolution or retribution or punishment but for a bad, real Good.

Think about this, clear mind toward justice and a foundation upon the Truth, gents & ladies

If you were going to die someday before any virus came out of the Void’s outer space Hades

Breaking gaping holes in the atmosphere is like shooting rockets out of a nucleus’ sacred cell

Punching Space with a sacred incense aroma/odor Godzilla: King of the Monsters’ ah, #Hell.

Let us pray not to the inside of your eyelids but to the sun above that heats what’s left of me

In the movies, on the stages, in your paid off homes, rented flats and bungalows, take a knee

Like you’re on the football field of a hundred yards (years) and your ages young as veal chops

To advise you of Wisdom in the KNOWLEDGE left on the stoned, cold-fired up clay Cheops.

Silver lined clouds, golden rocks buried beneath, pyramids, mountains and rivers, It Is alive

Talkin’ about this ball of rollin’ stones I keep putting deeper down into my soul, in a beehive

Where no other worker bees or queens are all gone away to laugh at Larry, Curly and ol’ Moe

I’m the keeper of the meat on the ghost’s bones, where evil, nasty men and women fear to go.

Time in this Space to awaken the dreamin’ youngster over a billion years old, all alone again

Without and with everything on Earth, on the moon and in our solar system, our star’s gin

I found that the empty lining is the philosopher’s stone in my empty pocket, dust and change

From Chattanooga to Chicago, NYC to San Diego up to Portland-Seattle, my domain’s range.

Peek above and over the top of the poles, the same space is empty and there ain’t nothing else

Over the top, probably but in the search for the philosopher’s stone, you had to absorb Celtics

Lore for your reminder that you came from somewhere else other than Earth, inside the Sun

I need the hard rocks of God’s heat of Ra, a Ma & Pa of our own holy kin, we’re the Gold One.

I walk alone without you and you do the same once you gasp that last breath, you’ll be fine

Streets and roads all covered up with the H2O that we all know, it’s flooded and all good now

Water has killed the evil bacteria and the man-made viral infections of skin and bones of Ra

Gods of the Greco-Roman are not happy and neither are Yahweh, Krishna nor mighty Zeus.

Recovery from the inebriation during the entry to the narrow Way, eat viral porridge of a bat

Drunken stupor started my life at nineteen, searched for a home day and night, high and low

Couldn’t find it ‘til right before I started writing about this silver lining I found, here and now

Tally ho, let’s go from Alpha to Omega, GOT STONED, I’m on to It, I don’t know, #HolyShat!

Extinction is nothing but a word until the thing that it stands for exhibits itself, here and now

Once it’s on the way to the end, it’s like going over the cliff, no turning back from hehl below

Search moves from the pinnacle to the receptacle in a Black Hole after the Super Nova blows

I know it’s a bummer, you elder hippies and younger yuppies preceded the millennial flows.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, March 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to VanMorrison’s #PhilosophersStone in an finite loop, lyrics are important, melody is important, the voice is #Key link @ https://youtu.be/PghOffQ-BrI }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#Trippin #PickItUp #ApologiesToAllOfTheSinghers #TheTwins #DebNDave #Soulman

IODINE & KRYPTONITE, SINGH IT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 23, 2020

---------------------  #WaitForIt --------------------

There is no reason to believe the incredible story of my all too human sagas of cyber alchemy

For the love of the money or the love of being alone by yourself without a chum or archenemy

On time in the corner of Space set aside for the punishment for disobedient, laughin’ spades

And they laugh at you behind your back, havin’ fun with your learning tricks of the trades.

Sports games, weddings, wakes and funerals aren’t happening, nobody dies if nobody plays

So polite with the please and thank you as if it means someone will favor your future behests

Primitive as atoms bouncing around without a plethora of electrons in orbit, a neutron fuss

In the era of writing and singing words to the masses via electronic media, UFO’s gifts to us.

Balls of fire, balls of air, balls of water, sacks of stardust/earth dirt, a swelling mass’ of eyes

Nothing inside nor outside of the thing, a shaky, jiggling, solid liquid ready to metabolize

A byte or two of melodies, notes played on the keys of metal and ivory, lovin’ that rear view

Strummin’ and beatin’ the skins, we used to sing and dance after the hunt, before the BBQ.

So, the iodine kills the bacteria and the virus, the kryptonite gets out of synch with my iodine

No reason left in the answer to the equation, it’s merely an innocuous statement, I cannot fly

To the question that should never be asked if you don’t want the Truth, if you need it, OK fine

Laughing until you cry after you find out what I know, music’s in me & dyin’ to git too high.

Played out and still in synchronistic harmony with the noise of the spheres, ear piercing word

OM, I think, therefore I am, to know who you are is to know who I am, it is what it is, my lord

You must be kiddin’ me now, I got exactly what I deserved, I got back what I gave, I gave it all

I got it all, I did it in style, incognito without celebrity or recognition by minions, yepyep y’all!

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 23rd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:10 PM PST

{ Chess-spaced on 64 squares, Black Queen’s rook to B-6, Checkmate & listenin’ to #NewRadicals #JustCantGetEnough & HITS Tube link @ https://youtu.be/io2erj8GhFc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ChugUhLug #ComeAlong #YouBetterLaughOrYoureGonnaCry

LOVE, LUCK & EXTINCTION

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 23, 2020

----------------   #ThisReallySucks  -----------------

Fire is in the black hole and it awaits the water that ran out with the oxygen, OMG now what

We’re all gonna die, sooner than you thought but not too much later than you thought it’d be

That’s the way love goes, time goes, on and on, without or with you, neither of us’s required

If you don’t believe me, ask your pastor, your priests from pre-ordained to Papa Francisco ilk.

I am the unknown X factor who related the thing itself to the forms and matter you entrope

Processing the performances of what goes in and out of the animated gas bags, that’s the rub

It piles up to the sky, so to speak, bury it underground like nuclear waste, still it accumulates

We are the source of it and without what it represents, we become extinct, we are The Fates!

On the other hand means nothing but you don’t have any idea and want another to play a fool

Pretending to be interested in finding undiscoverable Truth, an eternal verity from Sing Sing

Only you know and I know that there is no way possible or at least probably not, to be so cool

As the nights that never see the burning star closest to their presence, precious pontificating!

Now, let’s be friends, let’s be serious, I won’t bite and I won’t destroy your entire life history

Nevertheless, the teaching of someone else other than me is more important than my scree

It comes in the form of pointing a finger to the Truth because it cannot be said, every picture

Tells a story about the way Beings got to the scene and what they’ll do in the next overture.

High above ground, eight miles high on to the end of the Void, astronauts know it, I guess it

No light, just Black the color of Nothing everywhere, up, down, left, right in One epileptic fit

To explode and implode for the sake of gravitational collapse and Way of Warriors’ fake farce

Unburied, undead, skin and bone from the bowels of God’s dirt or just a swift kick in the arse.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 23 marzo 2020 Anno Domini; @ 7:11 Ante Meridian; Ora solare Pacifico

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the @ThePolice #Synchronicity on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MNbA_OLEJOk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RedDirtRoads #UnderMyGround #MyMariaEyeLoveYou

WE’RE ALL SILVERSPOONS LICKED

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, March 21, 2020

--------- #WhenYouThinkAboutIt #SayYoureSorry ---------

 

I swear to God this is true, I wouldn’t lie to you although I’m your favorite fabricator of Truth

Weaved in an intricate semblance of reality, it falls apart and disintegrates in a wisdom tooth

What we’ll all do, our kin and friends have gone away, bit off more than they all could choose

Masticated the mass of plants and animals transforming them into fodder for the deep blues.

Bang! Found here, now, loyal and covering my naked back, hair on my neck shot straight up

Nothin’ more important than eyes in the back of your head, bald heads don’t work, it’s a cup

Of mocha java or herb tea, hot, soothing to a house of pain and suffering sights’, sounds’ cud

Navigating through a morass of fiddle sticks and mucky, black hole mire, take me home bud!

It’s easy as pie, maybe not the hair kind, just the fruit and the nuts and the meat, sweet things

Amazed my heart n’ soul made it through the suicide and homicide of Babylon’s #badabings

Love is what I am in, not with a human being or a divine being or any being, holy and emptier

Open wound bled out of the life force to manipulate the matter into an virus’ aircraft carrier.

Alright with me if you don’t see eye to eye with me, in fact, that is a personal preference, bud

My ashes of my smoke and mirrors are scattered, shattered from the one ways to a dead end

Avenue right up the middle of the Way, from alpha to the omega it stops where it goes alone

Amour found everywhere in sight, blinded by astral light from Saturn or a Uranus’ love bone.

Curtains come up, the stage is set, the players are the actors and actresses who read the lines

Like it’s really happening, over and over again, the Play moved facts #1 to #2 to a finale of 9’s

Tough as nails and as soft as an angelfish’s scales, a bluegills’ dorsal fin, stickin’ it in, It is Me

Crumbled Ends, everafter where dreaded happiness used to be, out of Blues, fist full, tricky!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, March 21st, 2020 Anno Domini (A.D.) @ 11:11 Ante Meridian (AM) Pacific Standard Time (PST)

{ Jammed this out of nowhere while listenin’ @ Steely Dan #BrieNightgown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rTUYx14Oe80 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#RESPECT #Engage

CV + RS BY THE DOCK OF THE BAY*

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 22, 2020
------------------- EYES WIDE OPEN -------------------

I carved it in the redwood railing there at the edge of our world off of CA Hwy 1, it’s the Way

Curves up and down, bear left then right until a turnout give you hope to get a sneak peak

Of the place in Time’s Space that causes the awesome Big Sur and Monterey Bay mystique

Most secure secret on the planet since the entire place is invisible to the minions of the bay.

Depending on your wheels under your feet, bicycle or pop’s car, hot-rod tricks at a sock hop

If you’re careful goin’ north and south and beware of driving anomalies, you’ll arrive to shake

If fortune finds you at the wrong time in the wrong place and arrests your mind on Soda-pop

In shock realization that a tidal wave is coming resulting from the previous half hour’s quake.

Roman Catholic hammers runnin’ the show with species’ survival or extinction, oven & stud

Not really but I say that all the time as if it means, don’t worry, it’s the best you could do, man

Nothing more nor less than saving every last living thing on Earth, eatin’ nothin’ but icky cud

World of human culture notwithstanding, this planet appears to be a renegade cro-magnon.

By the looks of things themselves, the abstraction is worth the time since fear scares the kids

Older adults can handle the Truth if you break it to them slowly over time, we resist we much

What the hehl that means is beyond me but suffice it to say that gibberish talks the talk dutch

Don’t believe me or anyone else who says, believe me, they’re incredible, indeed dons & dids.

Urgent texts to complete the loop of disinformation or caution regarding final Ends to fight

Everybody does what they can and if they refuse to do some part in the reorganization plight

Then they’ll be ostracized and shamed out of the group, out of town, available via #DarkWeb

Advanced beyond the last step a human can take, ahead or behind the One, I am, the #Celeb.

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 22nd, 1953 A.D. *HBpaSULLY

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