#TheBeachboys, #SavoyBrown #TomWaits in concert together, only here & now, not in the #RealWorld

REASON WITH YOUR OWN ENDS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 2, 2020

---- #ScratchYourItchIfYouCan #YouCannot ----

Regardless who you are, you’ll get lucky and run into Nirvana musica or girls’ pure hysteria

Way inside the deep not the shallow, just within a corduroy, 2 shakes of a lamb’s tail e Log

What that is, today and tonight, is a good fight to remain healthy and alive, blue sky sclera

All for One, me for my wife who accompanies my bones on the trip along the riverside’s fog.

Whether at once or in due time, the facts of life remain same as the old tune, BC or AD DNA

Survival of the most fit among the random genetic recombinations over the course of star life

All sacrosanct philosophy of the ones who’ve survived genome disease and carnivorous strife

Die in the sea’s deep end or be buried, burned or trapped in a #FoolsMate, checkmate, I play!

Alternatives are scarce but more or less favorable to everyone on the planet Earth but me

Only because I fear my own shadow as well as the other mental images emerge from a Void

Mirror image of what you see right after you die, right after your eternal anesthetic elixir tea

Nothing, absence of your mind and your body and your people, all gone baby, God’s android!

Hold up one minute, just a second, let me say this about that whether you like it or not, chill

Just because you thing you’re so pretty and just because you think you’re so smart, I agreed

No argument for the alternative that you’re both plain or ugly and ignorant and stupid, still

After all of that education in the public, private and parochial schools of learning to #Pee.

How many ways y’all can speak the sound of words to descendants of Babel’s Persian bevels

Heaven and Hell dissociate the souls and spread between seven continents of land, sea levels

It is what it is by the grace of the living and dead folks who preceded US, I used to be so fine

Faded away form and matter yet, Ends, here and now, deep hickRap, blob of a minion mind.

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r j j stephan, i * Y’all know #Ends right? Y’all will know what Karma means then. OK? OK.

c. Saturday, May 2nd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 Ante Meridien

{ Form shaped from the bubble inside and outside of this Time Warp, trying to annihilate the #StarWars mentality of humanity for the #AliensAmongUs, fomenting #ViralTerrorism to provide for the #ExtinctionOfTheSpecies & listenin’ to #TheBeachBoys LIVE at the Monterey County Fairgrounds Big Sur, California March 10th, 1970 A.D. #AllDayLong link @ https://youtu.be/18MS1eKAvTQ }

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#Genesis #MorganWallen #CrestOfTheTidalWave #DownDownDown #CaliforniaGirls #Beachboys

WE’VE NO IDEA, CHECK PLEASE?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 1, 2020

--- #DontPick #DontGrin ---

At the finale of the story, one’s left, killed all of the pain and doom, settled gun & sword duels

With everyone in the deep gloom problem, a reaction of the mind to It, shamed and shunned

You live, you die, everything does, no exceptions to a Categorical Imperative of a creepy tools

Ends of the origin is inevitable, immortality is a fine imaginary notion, an illogical induction.

Think about being left to one’s own ingenuity instead, civilizations of 2020 AD’s viral nudge

Out of cash, out of savings, out of food, out of a job, out of my mind, out of the closet’s chest

Gypsy freedom comes down to this, no fear left here, prisonors jumped off of the cliff’s edge

Where the bad and evil are one and the same, mama & papa all good, bad & last hope at best.

Gravity is the name we’ve assigned, where the graves go, underground, even urn ashes do

Eventually, the mass and the pity from the Origin’s left over data bank run out of steam too

Coming to know the power of wisdom means Nothing matters but feelin’ up a pretty gown

I’ve gone and come back, went back a few times to make certain, it’s alright, atoms blown!

Before the conception of the 1st plant and animal, a rockstar atrophied, a dream to be human

Fault & blame of nobody or nothing, a random collision of subatomic particles of sand, man

Just the dead star it’s always been floating around pretending to be just another speck of dust

Gold and lead are the matter and divine, burning gas is the fuel, what I am is what I am, Rust.

Stand up and sit down, lay down, fall down, get down and the last is all you have to do, for It

It being the thing itself, to know it, what it is that exists and why you’re part of It at all, in Ra

Meaning the One that is asleep due to it’s existential essence not allowing any alternative, Ga

It’s matter, it’s energy, it’s a logrhythm of keys & notes on an infinite xylophone scale, Schit!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, May 1st, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:44 Post Meridien PST

{ Drafted to Genesis Band #HomeByTheSea link @ https://youtu.be/XyMSOJJPdws & David Gilmour #Marooned #ComingBackToLife link @ https://youtu.be/fLYeVk9Sk60 }

 

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#CaseyAtBat #MAYday #MayDay #OneMay2020 #WordUpsCuz #ColorBlind #ActinTheFoo #NumberNineBongBang @MAYDAY #MAYDAY #GDI

EVIL LIVE, BACKWARD & FORWARD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 1, 2020

-------------- #Shallowness ---------------

There is no reason in #Wu-Han to doubt me since you’re not hearing this, you’re the minions

It will take y’all either an hour or two minutes to go through the faux original reproductions

Movies that won’t move any more, those are both pictures and memories, we greatfully dead

Not only the men and women, the dogs, cats, snakes and birds Noah got in Antarctica’s bed.

It’s a saga without significance, like the last words of a dead guy or gal, like #WhatTheHeck

Or divine #Form of matter that comes out a burning ball of gas, It expands and It collapses

Created Creator for comfort to edge out the doomsayers, the heroes of us, #AllHandsOnDeck

If you’ve been to the edge of this world, Earth, your town, city, country or continent, ya know!

One thing, you and I don’t actually know anything at all, nobody knows anything for certain

There’s the uncertainty that you’ve got to entertain, as a septic, One that is true to only One

I mean, before I can figure out any type of algebraic equation or geometric 3D calculus, I die

What good was that to come and go without an answer to the question, what da physiques UP?

Glory days of the danm Yankees from the Big Apple are all gone, all we got is the replays @10

But it’s better than just the #Words comin’ out of our #Yaps, it’s a faux pas of evolution, sin

Meaning what happens when you disobey the law is the sin and what you get is the big stick

That’s punishment for the crime of disregarding sacred rules of the road, facts of life’s dick.

All you ever were and always will be is an egg, fertilized to think that you’re a #BigShot, yo

You will find out in the end regardless of your #BlindFaith from the #BrightLights of Chicago

Or Jersey, the NYC Apple or City of Angels, Miami, Seattle or Nome, nobody gets out alive, eh

Nobody gets OUT alive, #Leftists left 3 #Rightists on base, #GamzOver Adam, Eve’s #Today!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi 1er mai 2020 (dans l'année du Seigneur) Anno Domini A.D., @ 11:11 Ante Meridien (AM) Heure normale du Pacifique (PST)

{ Drafted being inundated by the #Minions whereever they came from & listening to the Sounds of the mighty #TowerOfPower CONCERT from #GoldStateOfBeingCalifornia, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LngXJ5kwt84?t=63 }

S icilianphilosophy's coup d'Etat 

#MayDay #DontTellOnSnitches

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#FigurativelyNotSpeaking #Silencio

TODAY’S FUNK, DOOM n’ GLOOM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 30, 2020

-------------  #GloomAlwaysSupernovas --------------

“We’re all in this together,” never were before this year 2020 A.D., Wu-Wei why now?

No civil war, no battles or world wars between people who needed to blow their minds

Wonder and sorrow mixing up the masses of the morass of totally mutated DNA of cow

How far off is the primate from the milk cow in their recombinant genes of Earth mines.

Deep or shallow matters not a twit other than if you want to survive the eating monsters

Everywhere with the teeth and chemicals to digest your muscles, bones, your screw shoot

Things that make, the troupes' species viable to the evolution of matter unto the Big Bang

Keep the spirit, meaning don’t die you creator, you creation, the whole shebang is caput!

Drunken insanity in a french quarter, Louisiana swamp, gators ate our scabies’ bull dung

Locked jaw on your head or ya leg and way down to the bottom of the swamp, rich or poor

Can’t breathe and can’t fight through that doom and gloom, no time for the fear song sung

Justification for the will to power and the unfortunate end of the shake, a movin’ out door.

Who’s a rotten botcher now you funky mother throttlers, ain’t puttin’ no soap in my mouth

If you think words are the dirt you can clean, you better get the lye and lysol ready for death

Gonna pour it all down the sewer drain for the rats and roaches to feast on with their tiny kin

Mice and ants share the loot of our booty, whatever we download a flush, y’all be pot smokin’!

In and out of the burger joints and concert halls, paid for the stooped sheet as if I had no will

To be or not, if and only if I choose the correct way of the warrior, liberty to be a shelled shill

I want The Life at the Big Dance, couldn’t care less than, I don’t G.A.F, in funky Texas or L.A.

Bred to survive with minions, no Doom and Gloom, come on orphan-bastard, I Am, #Today!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, Aprile 30th, 2020 Anno Domini, @ 3:33 Ante-Meridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Charged this one to the minions who scrubbed out my earth dirty cellar below the bunker where #AngelsFearToGo, Darkness’ Room where #TimeWaitsForNoone not even Legends,, no bed, no table, no chair, just One Singularity’s HO & #DoomAndGloom link @ https://youtu.be/rPFGWVKXxm0 }

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#PartyOfOne #GhostTownLife #ICannotBeFound

WE CALL IT WATER STREET, SOHO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 29, 2020

----------------  #GhostTownHead ---------------

It’s early in the morning & I can barely open my eyes, in fact I want to get back to my dreams

Smack in the middle of the best concert I’ve ever performed, best rockin’ hits, bulletproof tool

In a crowd of heads, lookin’ like a carpet of hair with a wave of breathing, up and down seems

Like it’s alive without the people in it but it’s just the name of the game, #FanFlow of the fool.

Eating and drinking as taught from the nurturing, the milk of our genome or not in some, me

Swallowed the vitamin packed formulas and ruined the immune systems chance to be a force

Children get sick and die, adults get sick and die, nobody lives forever, it’s not in the starstuff

Nobody here to defend the One who is not present but is in the past and will be in future puff.

Cream rises to the top of the liquid gas and rocks sink to the ground of a core, centered boys

Everything else is just a way to pass the time while you await the cracked up last day, to be 7

Desire to fall into the deep, dark depth of the black hole’s singularity is the only other choice

Whipped into a frenzy, like the cream you spill atop of the pudding pie, what is this, heaven?

Over and over again like it never happened at all, the repetition ad infinitum of the ocean tide

Spinning and wobbling, orbiting and getting ready to gravitationally collapse into a red quork

Purple people eaters are at the table awaiting the feast of the Evil Genius, a special guest star

Later than the latest thing ever created in the universe, a SuperNova fix and now I don’t care.

Energy and matter mix a moment, the void swallows all things, returns everything to nothing

Your memories of your Savior and your philosophical opinion about the nature of Reality is

A most important part of life to recall, you have no idea what’s going on, pander to blindsight

It will be a short time, life is short, for certain, a shocking dream in a dream, a flaw of Might!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, April 29th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Generated whilst being inundated with THE LONG JOHN BALDRY Band #Flying on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HB1PpX1VH_w }

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#NotEveryTimeIRoll #AlmostEverytimeIRollTheDie #ABridgeToEverywhere

NO BALLS, 7 BRIDGES FOR A BORG

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 29, 2020

---   #TookMeBySurpriseEveryTime ---

Stay out of the ocean, stay out of the rivers and the lakes, the dead weight ain’t very clean

All I care about is movin’ one foot in front of the other, literally and figuratively, it’s seen

It’s not my job to protect the entire planet’s human species from extinction, it is what it is

Someone thinks that Man, my men of my historical ancestry have created a mutant gene.

Dogs and cats are eaten for less than just being born a puppy to a bitch without a pedigree

On the plates, in the porridge and down the hatches of the carnivores, descendant ones

The many identify with the many cultures that love the reverie, in the land of the slavery

It’s what they do to hide the Truth, they can’t run forever but they try, ‘til we die my sons.

Protect sisters, daughters, wives & lady friends as long as you can, you’ll soon become snarks

Not because your desire is to abandon the ship and exist, deserted island without a faux pas

Troubles no more from one point to the other, surrounded by empty sea of tranquility, sharks

Poor sons of women get Nothing too, other than pure, blind faith from preachers, the Papas.

Mother said I’d have none of her mother’s milk, born and raised on vitamins only gods’ know

All I can know is this present moment, like a rubbernecker man, I keep comin’ back to the blow

Faced with being six feet underground or ground into microbes of cosmic dust, gee let’s see

Gimme a second, how did all of these dead folks get us to do their dirty work, don’t be silly!

The living choose to get the dead out of site or the other animals and living organisms’ thighs

Ain’t nothin’ special about the organic, nothing special about gods’ metaphysical, it’s as it is

Completed from the first to the last breath, it’s all there is, father, sister, mother, #BamBam

No Flintstones left in the bank, the account is closed to the prehistoric, after-life white lies.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Aprile 29th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM P.S.T.

{ Drafted jammin’ to the Eagles #SevenBridgesRoad on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hufU6MIS2vw }
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#BatSoup #Sacred & #Profane #IllegitimateChildrenRuleTheBastardsScandals @CertaintyPrinciple #AlbertEinstein #NielsBoer #LetUsRockAndPartyHardy

PERSECUTION’S CAUSE FOR JOY?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 29, 2020

-----------  #YourMother IS #YoMama  ------------

Cover up your faces so the wealthy sheiks have decreed to the world, there’s a germ here

It comes into your nose or mouth holes, but not your eye ball holes? How is that? Hmm?

Only one possible explanation for this backward practice of covering a woman’s face, ugly

You have no need for a nose job or any plastic surgery for your lips and cheekbone, skip me.

In the middle Eastern countries where men of the human race cover their daughters’ faces

So that a husband who accepts the gift has no idea what form of nose, lips & psycho takes

Underneath the sheets over the head and over the bones, to rock and roll over our holy soul

It’s only One in all of the many, all for One & One for all in a musketeer chant in a black hole.

Wisdom of the human race is as present at this moment, today as it’s always been since Day 0

In a quick second, a tick of a digit or pointed arrow on a circular or square of numerical jello

It matters as much now as it will tomorrow, as it’s always been since God fell asleep in #Eden

Where the entire goon cosmology is a random collision of rocks rollin’ around in circles’ sin.

No need to be here and now as it’s always been, it’s the luck of the draw, a game of the 2 dice

Wise guys are my idols, Greek and Roman philosophers pretending to be wise, filled in cracks

Everywhere humans have paved, outside and inside the genome, it’s all for Nothing’s big One

We don’t know but we are prepared to accept the inevitable evolution of our singularity’s fun.

Politically responsible for the Time and Space we’ve warped with the drones, all too humane

Cannot kill what is not alive, you may only decommission the product, my #WetMarket bats

I captured the free market and it’s now an indentured servant of my Free Will, the fire engine

It’s not red, white or blue, a Form of invisible, atomic sub-helium quark, a phqn original sin!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Aprile 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 Ante-Meridian, Pacific Daylight Time

{ Draft jammin’ to #ThePhilosophyOfSouthPark link @ https://youtu.be/MG7y8J0DXhU }
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It's GOLD Jerry! It's GOLD!

#RollTheRocksAwayFromTheStones #SeeNothingClearly #FatMan @SteveWinwood @Sting #BIKINI @Funkadelic #DukeAndGonzo

 FATMAN

SWEET SORROW, ROLL WITH IT CC!

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Tuesday, April 28, 2020

--  #SeekAndYouProbablyWontFindIt --

It’s always bad business to play one that you wanna bloviate for a long hit on a bamboo wong

You know the right ways and wrongs ways to act by the time you’re about thirteen, a beauty

After that, karma sets in to create something out of nothing, even up on a solo flight’s eternity

It is not for me to say or guess that your atheism or monotheism is moral or dead as a wrong.

I always wondered if my girlfriends ever came to see me play ball, then I recalled the Truth

I quit playing organized ball for the girls when I was 15 and watched the boys all fade away

With the women we married & shared DNA genes with, foul balls all gone, ball-less Chicago

Bruised ego that never was real, out of the CONUS on military orders, quashed paradise, HO!

From an historical record before I lose my touch to recollect the true feats, I thank you please

Some I had to tell myself just to make it to the next day, playin’ the music on or off the keys

Flats and sharps were as good as gooey honey comin’ from my lips to your ears, head shakin’

It’s all good either way you cut it, you and I have moments and if we don’t cash ‘em, it’s a sin!

I’ve got nothing new under this star, the sun that keeps me warm and above the ground zero

I know I’ve no choice in the matter, tryin’ to be careful may be gloom’s doom None can avoid

The happening is the way it goes, the way it’s always been, accidental appearance of intention

Will to Power to cause the effects of ones’ own prejudiced preferences, to be a King’s Queen!

It probably should not have taken this long to let the cat out of the bag but it’s a captive gig

All of the poor and rich get together whether they’re down and out or on the way to a shindig

Notes A thru G on the sharps and flats, majors, minors and sevenths, even holy diminished

Melodies from the top, high heels, short skirts, silk tops, short sweaters, PG & barefooted!

It’s not that complex my friends who are of the same ilk, this Dow Jones up for grabs, OMG

Can you see past the next evening? I cannot and I bet you cannot either, talkin’ to myself

If it happens that someone has to entertain this notion of being near the end of Ma Earth, aw!

Sadly, mankind doesn’t have the power to split the planet into smithereens, just a man phart.

Tweet sorrow, this was the paradise you thought you were waiting for, so let’s roll it all today

Wasted a century of air, impossible to recall, lost a fake magic touch to BlackJack & Mary J

#Cash & #Carried the wicked, bad business to the angels, long sweaters upon a shorter skirt

Matter alone is all there is, Nothing’s always been along for a joy ride, in the mind, holy s#it!!

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r j j stephan, i { #CC is my pen-name! My muse #Roxanne’s #Facemasked GIF is below, }

c. Tuesday @2:22 PM PST o April 28th, 2020 Anno Domini

{ Drafted on a #2FER day, but inspiration came from Steve Winwood #RollWithIt in an infinite loop/link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI }

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#NoTimeLikeThePresent  #GoFigure

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#OneAndDone #SurfsUP #CoronaVirus #Wormhole & @SteelyDan #SurfingSaltWater

CORONA VIRAL #2020 WORMHO *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 28, 2020

** #EyeGotYourCompassion **

Hunger kills the life to transform the darkness into their delightful DNA fantasy, the big hurt

Need it for the blubber of that blather comin’ out of the all too humane punks, weasels today

From brothers and sisters to haters and enemy-mine, there’s a reason for being alive on dirt

Because being the food for the swimming slitherers who are hungry, is Not the narrow way.

My father was there at the conception of what I turned out to be, hand job in a incubator jar

If I’m not stricken dead by the time the imaginary clock strikes 12, any moment is way gone

Set in your ways and you don’t like my personal set of ways, incompatible psyches to duel

Until the final climax which may be a SuperNova or a BlackHole, either way, run outta fuel.

This is no company picnic, there’s no family and there’s no friends, it’s you & #FakeBlues

Really as happy as a human can be living beyond the childhood & ‘bout a million #BirdFlus

Like you never thought that you’d be an orphan, some folks actually were with no li’l mamas

They know who they are, they’ve been taught to read the tea leaves and hearts of the papas.

On it or back stage won’t matter in the front row, the vino-alcohol in my bode bags, so old

Pushed buttons and kept all of the keys to the locks in a safe without a combination, cold!

In a frozen place near the south pole’s tundra, smack on top of a phantom axis’ topped tip

You’d think a UFO flyby in that day or night would disqualify Earth from God’s cosmic flip.

Romance with the rocks that roll down the mountain sides, it’s the duels of distracted gods

Who roam around as if they’ve got more than 1 life to acknowledge their gaze, signify frauds

If and only if you’re lucky ways get you get aged enough to climax in being’s fake embrace

Home sweet home, a memory of One or less comfort, safety and divine protection’s face.

Heretofore, a hashtag of #Blues gets you some with or without the rhythm, it’s the goods

Some people got them goods and others weren’t lucky enough to be fortunate sons & kin

Busy, too busy to strike up a dialogue so there’s a monologue sprouting to be the foods

All three square meals every day, 24/7/365, known for gettin’ it on, I’m like, yo, is It in?

Coming to know what the ultimate reason is for being alive is crucial to your future funk

A mood that will come when you get closer to death, at least if you get old enough, punk

I am not casting aspersions, punk is a student looking for the Ends, the Way of a warrior

Beware of Platonic Truth and realize that you’re alone on It, it end’s by yourself, savior!

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r j j stephan, i * I ain’t braggin’ but this sheet’s gittin’ for reals! So, #LetsRoll!

c. Aprile 28th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #Countermoon by #DonaldFagen off the #KAMAKIRIAD CD link @ https://youtu.be/k_MDnVO8fcc & #Springtime @ https://youtu.be/mGrdIMa052k }

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#EyesDontGiveAHoot @Blondie #WidowsAreWeeping right here in this #LivingInAGhostTown @TheRollingStones #NoFakeGhosts @BruceSpringsteen @TheRollingStones #PartyOfONE

HOT DIE GHOST TOWN, LAVA ROLL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 27, 2020

----  #WidowsAreWeepin' & #CreepsAreCreepin #BeAwareOfNow -----

Party over here at the end of the line, end of the road where all you can do is twist & shout

Well you know, the dirty low down truth about the whole shebang, it’s a wet market of porn

In the depth of your wild mind, there’s no food to eat so there’s nothing to trash a whiteout

Pure puff pieces of the mid-life crisis meaning you didn’t die on a day you & ma were born.

Are we hidden in plain sight of empty Space and Time in eternity, mining for the gold

In a theoretical experiment in the menudo of stew from the ancestral power of the One

I am positing some premises and deducing a logical conclusion, I glean the Truth’s foal

Claiming that both I know nothing for certain and just as certain, I’m alive havin’ fun!

There’s pain and suffering everywhere on this load of star dust, dirt of wasted hors d'oeuvres

Grandmothers allowed this to happen, they had control over #Fake swingers, luscious curves

Most if not all of them dead now, all gone but they’ve left their moron children, the unlearned

Now wisdom within the genome has dissipated into the ether, this wisdom won’t be returned.

You need to leave your mommy & daddy, fly overseas to defend your country? What the hay?

It’s an expanded electrocution of your nervous system’s itch to attempt patricidal matricide!

Ain’t this a peculiar manner of speaking? All of this is peculiar yet a thing itself is too. Seek!

Know who you are or why you’re alive today, on planet Earth’s Supernova extinction? Hide!

Any ghost’s town is where you want to go, nobody there but you, all 208 demonic anklebones

It’s not because you think you’re so pretty or you deserve it, because it’s the way of the rubes

You are not what you’ve accepted as being true about you, dead & gone, under the headstones

Dream trippin’ party, last day of Vegas-Tahoe foreplay, The Meadows’ last roll of dye cubes!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Aprile 27th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Drafted in a #DripDripDrip of reason ‘round 5:05 AM PST while injected into an infinite loop of The Rolling Stones #GhostLivinInAGhostTown @ https://youtu.be/RdhENdBYqdo }

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