@LosLonelyBoys @JohnLennon #WatchingWheelsRollAroundInCircles #InfinityGravitationallyCollapsing #LetItGo #AcidMathmatics

DOUBLED-DOWN ACES & EIGHTS!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 25, 2020 

--  #DaysLikeTheseMostPeculiarOnes #LetsRoll --

Middle of the deal, dead man’s hand smacks you down & you can’t get up, a broke nose blow

Homeless on the streets but not here anymore, all deep swept up into a holy, amorphous flow

Yeah, nobody could help them when we had it all and now that nobody has anything but you

Rich and poor are One and the same, serving somebody, the sewer and bus company bird flu.

Spreadin’ virus and bacteria far and wide, carnivorous herbivore that eats plants & gymnasts

All for the sake of getting to the end without being hurt, no battles dying of liquidity’s thirst

Beer and Blackjack for everyone, wine, caviar and Tequila, Gin & Tonic, Vodka, YO, #Salute!

Oh the humanity, oh the women and the men, the boys and the girls, monsters play the flute!

I don’t care if the entire planet gets swept up onto a SuperNova dream of a divine askew mind

Love and the alternative, all wrapped up into a Volleyball of Charmin’s & Scotties’ white rind

A mess in the ocean where it all goes and conglomerates into lumps of soft chemical love foal

Dragons have come and gone, Godzilla or King Kong IS ALIVE, in your soul, your black hole.

The light comes when it comes, it appears every day without end except for the One we skip

We get over the facts of life that mommy and daddy never told us anyways, they didn’t know

Nobody told them about the things themselves and how they came and why they’re gonna go

Far out and so far away from the Truth is where I am, passion and the darkness in a hot tip!

Remember the day you die won’t last forever, here, now, bow before George’s Freedom ghost

They died and even their own family, their blood and kin don’t remember a thing about Ga

Their names nearly forgotten except for some on dead tree leaves and rock formations of Ra

When the Big Bang happens again and again, ad infinitum, you will be what will be, the Host!

You got here for a moment, it will be over in another 40 winks, tomorrow or the day after it

Leaving the confusion behind for it to be worked out by the nature of wild beasts & hobbits

Misery an illusion of being granted a reprieve from the fleeting happiness only the gods get

No chosen single One anywhere in sight in time or space, all idiots, all of us you little shitz!

Unmoved mover without teeth or any body at all, no form or shape, a divine, amorphous Id

Soldiers of children, grown to absolve the Earth from their recycled fermentation or dry-rot

Wheels roll, blocks get stacked but you can’t run away and nobody gets out alive, up or down

Contracting the agreement and being the parties of both sides, I Am One ghost, I am a clown!

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r j j stephan, i *DO NOT JUDGE, MELANCHOLIA!

c. Saturday, April 25th, 2020 A.D. @ 8:08 AM PST

{ Drafted in utero, but really folks, while listenin’ to Van Morrison Soul Healing VanMorrison #MyMamaToldMe #TheredBeDaysLikeThis & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3UUWkr4FUlo }

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H O M E R #BigTime

#WhereIComeFrom

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#LockedInTight #LikeARollingStone @BettyeLavette @BobDylan @TheRollingStones @PaulRevereAndTheRaiders # #NotADrag #Kicks #LivingInAGhostTown #SACTO

FAROUT? WAIT, WHAT, I’M OUT!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 24, 2020

------ #YouGonnaHaveToServeSomeBody -----

Inside the empty mind, there’s nothing more than neurons on fire, passing along the hot heat

From out of nowhere, literally the Space and Time of our enculturation in platinum and gold

From a tiny, nearly invisible thing itself, things are duplicated and sheltered in placed sheet

Where the invisible angels never go, here and now to the presence of our experience, my feet.

Shame on you & me, even after you’re long gone from Earth’s wet market, naked monkey sky

Neither your bones nor soul exist in any reality you’re in, it’s not your business to know why

Or if anything ever mattered at all, ever and the trick is to get the idiot savants, pigs in a Bay

For the answer to the perrenial question, who am I (or you) and why am I here (or there) eh?

Your fortune is tied to the air of this spinning, wobbling occult ball of the First Cause, what is

It can’t be all there is, just one and done or a reincarnated stew of pooh bear’s ilk, a sweet kiss

French or Italian styles matter very little to the invisible king and queen of Nothing at all, OG

Gangsters who force the issue on the innocents sleepin’ on ‘J’ street for the frozen tundra pee.

An innocuous dream for an idiot savant but for the kid on the block, son or daughter of gangs

A maze to get from being awake in the morning to finding a place in space to hide from thugs

Underneath the starry skies, there’s a park by the river with a restroom for deposits of dung

It’s never enough for the Way to just Be there, it must pull the verve from the family of Fung.

It’s ancient, it’s hidden in plain sight, it’s on the #Marconi & it’s on the #RCA radio-TV corps

There was a crash of ‘29 and a broadcast from a voice out of nowhere, now here on blue tarps

We’ve blown the ground of being into smithereens and caused an asteroid belt by Mars’ lick

An idiot, a moron and a clown walk into a bar called, Terra Ferma, a pandemic is academic.

Not eye said the blind man to his deaf brother on the telephone, it’s no joke, it’s a hole Truth

Black one, empty of light and atoms that explode from helium to argon, electronics forsoothe

Compared to Nothing, this life of the minions is better because the absence of me is not Good

I’m here to see, hear and touch the Thing itself, It is what I am, It’s all there is, I’m starfood!

Gods know it, one or many, incumbent upon the gallows, it’s doom, a Singularity malfunction

Snappin’ necks off the chickens who can’t hang with the swing of delight, sin to be unmanned

You’re hurt but don’t show it, due to accidental lies of a King, space tools to survive extinction

Heads are in a noose, locked inside Infinity, a King’s Queen exploded it, BlackStar quicksand.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, April 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #ThingsHaveChanged by Bettye LaVette on youTube in an infinite loop #LockedInTight on link @ https://youtu.be/AUK8ZQD5GYo }

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#BustedInAlCaponeTown1971 #OutOfControlSince1969AD #Dylan #Springsteen ##ZZTop

2020 @CHEVROLET STINGRAY #1

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Thursday, April 23, 2020

---- #MagicJokerMan #GonnaHaveToServeSomebody ----

Want Zimmerman to give me back my bullets, I’m out of range now, my spoiler flapper down

It is as incredible as the notion that somebody was smart enough to build this machine clown

If you go fast enough, you’ll exceed 200 MPH on a Jersey turnpike or on a German Autobahn

My eyes were on the prize as the velocity increased with my will to power then I took off, son.

Nothing to follow ‘cause you can’t catch a UFO you can’t even see, where’s the house of flop?

Did you see that? Optics outside are not the same like inside the hatch, Time slows to a stop

Wicked witches couldn’t hold a candle to the power of a Black Mama who got the upper hand

It’s not my choice it just happened the way it went, I willed it and coincidentally, it happened.

Shook a tree until all the unripened fruit fell to the ground, where I stood trying to be, a fool

I was bombed by the coconuts and pineapples, it hurt but it didn’t matter to priests & nuns

I ate more than I should have out of gluttony and I paid a very high price, espresso #TheRuns

High crimes and misdemeanors can be deceptive, things have changed from Honesty’s rule.

Flushed the wasted refuse away from you, underground or underwater, through my sewer pipe

Where the rats and roaches fear to go, stench of the carnivores and herbivores and omnivores

Only the monks who fast until they starve know the feeling of an act of Free Will, extinct type

I’ll take the blame and say that I don’t care what you think or who you are, broken #whores.

For the love of money for the love of survival in a hostile environment, requiring your will

To comply with the society, the civilization to which you’ve been immersed within, just chill

To pass through and don’t look back for long is all you need to do, that’s the narrow way, it is

There’s nothing more important than egg-ego realization, all roads are good, like a slogin fizz.

In love or just infatuated with the form of beauty and kind repartee, smiling and happy faced

Until the disappointment infiltrates the inter-coastal relationship, seven continents of fleece

All of the sheep don’t even know that they’re not the naked ape they thought was the big bone

Don’t shoot the messenger, just let all hell break loose on my symbiotic face, together, alone!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, April 23rd, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ Drafted to the #JitterbugRag with Bob_Dylan drinkin’ champagne, “ water under the bridge...on the gallows, head in a noose, listenin’ to his #1 HIT #LockedInTight #OutOfRange #ThingsHaveChanged on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }

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#ThisAintNoGodDanFarSide #IntenseYetSmoothAsGeorgiaPeaches #FarOut #Freaky #RightOnTheMoney @Bugatti

TIME TO GO, ONE FATE TO GIT, GIT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 23, 2020

------  2020 YEARS AFTER A 3RD EYE BLINK ------

One more thing, I’ll count my money after I’m in my truck, y’all don’t even try, this’s no joke

There’s no need for violence since you’ve always got tomorrow to look forward to, yet broke

It ain’t my fault that your mamas didn’t teach y’all how to bluff when you’ve got a losin’ hand

I hope y’all learned a bit from my chivalry, mam, I tip my hat to you & sirs, I’ve gotta go man.

Conventional knowledge has led me to the fallacious reasoning and bogus conclusions of ilk

Furnished bungalo inherited from the best idea since #Fire, my pop’s theory, trumped fission

Drove his way around the Second City, as it used to be, back in The Day, hacked cab collision

That’s why I’m still alive seven decades later, papa was my Man, he showed me smooth silk.

To travel at a speed approaching the speed of light without punking a black hole’s singularity

Not that’s turnin’ neutrons into photons and electrons, added to the infinite volume of mass

Energy to move and cause the excitement of a thing that’s been at rest since Day 1, it’s a mess

Just because there was a siesta in the middle of a busy afternoon, you got nothin’, got diddly.

I’m sequestered, at home, alone, together because I’ve got it together, always did, #FakeUout4

Began at the end where there was nowhere else to go, not even down or up, throttle to go thru

These are the breaks like it or not, it’s not your choice and it’s not your intent, or is it? You?

Using the tool others overlook and wave that magic wand over the form of the thing, a score!

A best man and the bride’s groom both shook their tailfeathers at the bachelor party fun time

All gettin’ tired of drinkin’ and comin’ down from the brothers’ and sisters’ highs, it’s a rhyme

Everybody knows it’s all gonna be an inaccessible mirage to us, just like fish in the Dead Sea

And philosophers and politicians and professors, laborers and managers of the irrationality.

Bums and junkies are all in the hotels, with foodstamps and #Newsome cellphones to go

What is hip? Somethin’ in Oakland drinkin’ some moonshine, eatin’ catfish and stew flu

I think I’ve been exposed and ate the hunks of #HerdImmunity, to be or not to be, #Bro

I dug the sisters, hung out with the brothers, white, black, yellow, in a mind power flow.

Sudden impact of all things growing old together, healthy & in a good mood, Chicago heights

Burials were way down, cremations way cool. in the funky heat of God’s knuckleduster fights

Who knew you could work like a dog or a fruit of the loom and still get here and now, caput

Stay with me, pre-historic was what it was but this here and that there ain’t all it is, a Root.

A minute or two after the hour, first or the twenty fourth, your Will becomes extinct scat aps

Important to the culture or the herd as some may be, kings, queens, priests identical, ill Fate

Played like a concerto from the First Cause to the final Super Nova and gravitational collapse

Bring it on in now brothers and sisters, mind numbing raw deal by the dead #GetHigh date.

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r j j stephan, i

 

c. Jeudi 23 avril, vingt-vingt, dans l'année du Seigneur (2020 après J.-C.) @ 1:11 Post Meridiem {PM}, heure normale du Pacifique {PST}

 

c. Thursday, April Twenty-Third, Twenty Twenty Year of the Lord (2020 A.D.) @ 1:11 Post Meridiem {PM}, Pacific Standard Time {PST}

#GravitationalCollapse #BringItOn #YouMotherEarth

#NegativityProducesNeutralityToThePositivity

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#ChineseBuddah #ChineseLaoTzu #ChineseChecker

MITOCHONDRIA #FAKENEWS ACID

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 21, 2020

------------- #coronaRadar --------------

A dead man and dead woman were my ancestors who conceived the notion of me without you

Meaning of the substance that was mixed just before my presence became all that I am, a fool

Only because I have some modicum of blind faith, an inability to jump to a conclusion’s row

Maddening disagreement on an initial all too human assumptions of logic, reasoned just so..

If and only if the non-sequitur applies to everyone who will ever have been alive, here & now

Then and only then will I personally accept the notion and subsequent conclusion a cash cow

Old gold and property of the Crusaders of the entire Middle Age era is the thing itself, papal

Pretending to be a subservient pawn, bishop or queen to the king on the game board’s stable.

In due time in this space, right here and now moves the unmoved mover to drop a thin dime

On the In and Out of the baby boy who grew from two cells of a good, evil specimen sublime

Created from what came after the Void, what never came at all, that’s why y’all can’t siesta

No rest for mighty gods, sisters all confided in me, a low price philosopher, a fakedass fiesta.

Begin, eyes wide open, ears turned on to the linguistics, scents to whiff and smells too tasty

Nothing like an indeterminate principle like what came first, the birds or the yokes of a bee

Of course money doesn’t grow on trees but it is a tree before it is money or rock & roll cream

Fool’s gold and quicksilver to distract your soul from the Truth, apes are men in a wet dream.

Last day alive, I’m cuttin’ to the chase with you, regardless of consequence, oh I’m a bad dude

Descendant of your great, great, great, great grandparents, we cousins of Texas T, oily crude

In this conscious awareness we make a move toward the buzz, lettin’ it all be my blown mind

It won’t be as long as it might seem watchin’ the old folks encounter corpses of the third kind.

You can rest in peace or you can stay inside of the divine unrest of One, unfit to bow or kneel

It’s a gun or a sward, a knife flashin’ before somebody’s eyes wondering about that Viral feel

Apparently a bat or rat or armadillo or bear or wolf or lion are never responsible for DNA acts

They don’t want to be secondary cosmic slop/scum fauna to be eaten humanely, #FakeFacts.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, 4-21-2020 A.D. @ 5:33 PM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to #YouCantAlwaysGetWhatYouWant & #HITS by The Rolling Stones on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/krxU5Y9lCS8 }

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#FerryAcrossTheSound #RubberBandMen #PapaDontTakeNoMess @JamesBrown @ChetBaker

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#PerfectPitch #PerfectGame #BettyLavette #ChetBaker

ABOUT A #HEAD, BRAINS’ BLOWN!*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 21, 2020

--------------  *BLUEbluesJazzrocks ---------------

Remember if you can, 1950-1965 decade and a half, be alone, easy now mindless, remember?

Part of you is ignorance and that is the bliss you have in your soul, recall which boy’s for her

‘Round & ‘round, ‘til your backside’s inside your corporate employer’s red turn-coats, we blue

So deep purple, ultraviolet & infrared up inside Holy cosmos’ rock full of H1 hehl too, foofoo!

Behind the screams of joy and desperate scraping of the bottom of the barrel for the bastards

They all were born in a test tube of muck and mire, your mother, your father, sister & brother

They all lost the Joy in the middle of their quest for happiness or at least the avoidance, Pain

Suffering ain’t the way, save yourself, save your life in a Bell Jar with a Bell Curve of disdain.

I ain’t the One you’ve been lookin’ for, pass on by as if you got blinded by black light, it’s mine

White light blinds you but you can see in the darkness, I am all there is in the Void, only me

The way it’s always been, the way memories flow through the riverbed of a skull, crossboned

Treasure rollin’ downstream from the mountaintop of snowbound love, no secret, we rocked.

Stoned out of the mind of the creator of my specific, a particular midnight in California highs

Freezin’ in Sierra Nevada’s range of exploding starstuff, all of us, all of It left in frozen thighs

Where your mama and your grandpas walked on the burnt stardust, a Supreme’s fund hedge

Punks in hell, in charge, ignorance pregnant with idiots, morons leading over to a cliff’s edge.

Chickens, pigs, sheep, cows, bats, eat them all and shat them out into piles of silver and gold

Mentally disturbed for the sake of mankind, it’s doomed to go into a snake’s grass to get old

Layin’ around in the mud, the blood and the beer of Hamm or Schlitz, Germanic hops’ water

Alcoholics love to be high and drunk because it’s better than deep depression, failed survivor.

Smoked, drank, ate the living once the things died or got killed, fired up, handy hunter apes

Killer of the troupes’ future manure to keep the world revolving, orbiting, smokin’ the vapes

In a pipe or in a paper, either way the leaves of the trees and bushes, are Medical milk-teats

One or many, pawns got no special way to know, it’s all in the akashic records, forget about it!

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r j j stephan, i *Do Not Worry About Me I Got My Memories - I LAVORI DI BETTY🐢 Lavette!

c. Tuesday, April 21st, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2:22 Ante Meridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Jammed while listenin’ to #BettyLavetteMusic I LAVORI DI BETTY🐢 concert at the #EFGLondonJazzFestival Ronnie Scott's Jazz Club on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2dx_Nk1Jv4c & @ChetBaker #Strollin link @ https://youtu.be/lpGpndN4q5U }

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#FourTwenty #420 #WTH #ItsYourThingDoWhatYouWannaDo Eh? #ItStonedMeToo 4 2 0 #ThingsHaveChanged

4:20 UNDER A STONE ROLL SIEGE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 20, 2020

------------  #FAVALOSA ------------

It is an Alpha and an Omega just for your edification, don’t want to frighten you into oblivion

Right here and now, it’s all a matter of who of us whines loudest for fake alien viral infections

Before the TV and the radio voices comin’ from an alien’s form of electronic system of gadflys

You would have no idea that people all over the entire planet Earth get sick to death, she dies!

Just like your ancestors and descendants you will become extinct from the R & R hall of fame

A moment prior to the last day you and I will be alive, we will all recall this live, evil congame

Confident blind faith in the unseen, superman master of the universe will lead to a BBQ feast

Empty of things and the very definition and essence of Nothing itself, it’s Nature, The Beast.

From any angle, acute or obtuse, either way it’s less than 180 degrees or more than the One

A degree is more than paperwork from schools private and public, degree means you’re done

Warm spot in my heart for my alcoholic brethren on empty, thank God for #7-11’s artichoke

Paper products, chicken eggs, got the cow muscle meat & slabs of swab tested pigs in a poke.

To eat & work, to pay the rent, to be or not to be, that is a question I’ve eaten for 3 on a dime

I know, I know that it’s a matter of time and for a simple mind like my own, very little time

Notion of the Truth given by the philosopher that chomps on Noam Chomsky, man to notice

Shorter much less than Plato, Socrates and Kant or even Karl Marx, he’s real, a #SoulOnIce.

Wealth’s corporate power to masters of the golden ivory tower of insane Noam chump clowns

God danged and put your megalomaniacal philosophy bytes of blaming masters’ slave peons

Debate between ignorant fake-minds which got flushed down clown outhouses of extinct sons

Fossil fuels, bank philosophers’ hopelessness, #Fakenews caused extinction of our species.

What are you talkin’ about, what do you mean, there’s a man you think is reasoning, my son?

How many idiots does it take to make an Ethics of God’s command to the queen-king chimps

Calling the great men bad men and calling their own kind of men, the bad men, a great One

Internet fabrication of a lunatic, an idiots friends, morons eat the datum of chimp chumps.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, #420 April 20th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Pure Void evaporated onto this illusory page while listenin’ to Chomsky reveal his lack of counter-intelligence briefing attendance, regarding US Security Systems listenin’ to a scholarly presentation & then, when I could not bear another moment of the blather to listen to #WARtheBand #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q3FimSlvVT4 }

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#EyesUsedToCare #ThingsHaveChangedNow #LockedInTight #OutOfRange #RobertZimmerman *InspiratedSound*

KICKIN’ RUBY SCAT OUT THE MUD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 19, 2020

-------------  #HerdMentality #NerdMentality -----------

Red rocks get the attention, watch this roll from Memphis to Cairo, lookin’ for the queens

Kings just one move at a time, up, down, left, right, that’s all there is my Kings of jalopies

If and only if you are the One who traps the lost and idiotic, then you can serve nobody, eh?

Yes, that means You and I, we serve somebody we don’t know by any name other than Ga!

No, not the dictator, the king or queen or the proletariat but it is the chairman of the phqdup

Meaning what I meant bored to be serving somebody will get you a ticket to ride out of here

In Space, here and in this Time, now we know what must be done for food and toiletry paper

No rest for the wicked and no rest for the good and especially for the ugly, need to wrap it up.

Invisible mountains, boulders, rocks and stones turning pebbles into the cosmic gunpowder

It will blow but nobody knows when, we know why though, the rocks of this planet serve It

Cosmically terrestrial yet within and without the 208 bones you call your Self, that’s chowder

Burn them or bury them at the end and it won’t matter to any souls left above and below It.

Still of whiskey and burning plants under the moon’s shinin’ reflective light of the dark star

Bright in the day, red hot like a philosopher’s stone, crimson ruby red with the magic Word

It’s a gamble to get One but if and when you do, everything will become as clear as Web mud

In a gnarled mess of order and chaos, the confusion and order is astounding, said a li’l bird.

Pumpin’ it up to a higher level, decibels in a ultraviolet realm where even the evil ones steer

Clear of the Void that will suck them into oblivion, as they deserve since they forgot the tear

Bribes are a comin’ to shut your yap and be as silent as the lambs who haven’t been born yet

They’ll get their cotton sheered and be naked lamb chops in two shakes, no time at all, shyat!

Heard the herd call of the tame and wild, it’s a silent scream for something in outer Spacers

Cunning and innocence mix well with the hammerheads who claim to be usurper scammers

Think of it this way for a moment then go back to your Earth dirt replicated, numbskull fauna

Exist without The Code, DNA born to a cat’s Pride, a goddess’ Singularity, We’re One, Duh!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 19 avril deux mille vingt, Anno Domini

#ONE #ThatsAllFolks

#ServeSombody #ServeYourSelf #ServeNobody

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