#OneAtATime #SheSays #SequesterYourArse

DAZZLING WITH A METAL MOUTH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 23, 2020

----------------- #AllEyesHave -------------------

Dig. Opened arms yet ready to be the drop dead gorgeous one who generates a frozen freezer

Where the things can be dealt with for the sake of survival, to be the fittest of the conned ones

Just because you’re a favored one of the Godfather of earthbound DNA, old rum 151 and guns

Senility and brain washing are all you need to enculturate the minions, they’ll follow a leader.

Sun rose the day after I died and everything was shakin’ out just like it always does, it’s done

There were no diamonds in the golden ring, there wasn’t any gold in the diamonds either, son

Theories of Evolution and Special Creation abound in the books of boys and girls, dipped sex

Beyond the legends that nobody hears if they can’t be told and can’t be ready or said in a hex.

Magic of being in the right place at the right time is realization that intention directs the will

Perfection and defection as sweet and low as the pearls at the bottom of the Dead Sea’s krill

Dream work at the bottom of every bottle of Starbuck’s Mocha con Leche, switches my toggle

Full mug to the brim, whipped cream and cinnamon sprinkles, breathing in the hornswoggle.

He said to hold these things as self evident, that nobody knows how to do what God can’t face

No evidence of God at all here on Earth, in this or any other country on the planet or in Space

Assuming there’s a moon, planets and other stars besides our white dwarf or red giant pizza

Wow, the haters will really be hatin’ on spare WORDS I got here, #HatersHate an influenza.

How can you foment a congregation of people when it’s forbidden to commiserate with One

Gods watch all of this living and dying, like it or not, they cannot be bought or sold with gold

Save it for your survivors to spend on the tomb and casket or urn full o’ shards of yo’ hipbone

Creatures we all are for our moments of animation and intuition to create the Way we get old.

If it is true that your conscious ego and Id live beyond the grave or the urn, then whoopee doo

You got more than you deserve since you didn’t earn any special favors being conceived fool

It’s not your fault that you read the words and interpret the ambiguity in your malignant way

Because you’re mean and jealous of the ones you perceive as much better than you, today!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, May 23rd, 2020 A.D. * Happy Birthday @CarolAnnStephan #71 eye <3 span=""> ‘U’

{ snatched listenin’ @Chic #LeFreak link @ https://youtu.be/QpCoSf8QmQM }

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#HOME #MoneyAndCigarettes #aPINKpandemic @PINK @EricClapton & @TheBand @JonnyLang @TheArtistPrince

SKIP #pink BIRDS, IT’S #PANDEMIC
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 22, 2020

---------------------- #GloryBe ------------------------

A survival adaption for evolution to abuse and let me confuse and obfuscate burnt grass’ sod

Seeing the predators and being able to outfly & out-maneuver all the killers who burn bushes

Some skinned and deboned, just legs, wings and breast muscles of the all too human, my God

All of it, whatever it is, this starstuff matter that moves friction to burn it up into good fishes.

On being a holy sphere, circling a magnetic attraction, a burning gas tank of atomic mortality

Nothing caused by Intent of a Supreme or Inferior Will to Power, it’s an atomic comic of Me

When I’m dead & gone, it’ll be another story but as we commiserate, gravity’s collapsed, son

On you and I and the whole shebang from quarks to black holes’ supernovas, We are all One.

You may continue to believe in the blinded faith of ancestors in an immaculate concept toy

As if what we now call wisdom was anything more than an educated, wild guess at the Void

Cardinal numbers and bishopric pablum force fed to the Gerber babies and elder wise ones

All in lock step behind the march, in line and in moronic syncopation, circling the wagons.

From the perspective of the eagles in flight searching for the weak and slow, carrion breath

All of this air to fly in is a place to search for the things to kill and eat, that’s life, that’s death

Nothing else to it, more or less, it’s a resting place for things that eat each others super-germs

Evolving genomes to a random, cell malfunction, is the handiwork of God’s sacred sperms.

Now the bizarre inability to reason and use logic has begun to atrophy, peoples’ soylent green

Nothing left to eat except Fear itself and it’s the fuel that drives the hard drive and soft spleen

Power of Momentum of Will is about It, no more nor less blind, you’re getting what y’all see

Completed the mission from alpha to omega, one Singularity remains, cross T’s, dotted I’s, G!

Baby screams for comfort or food or mama and gets the pacifier for 17 years in a warm nest

Parents of the offspring are often if not always too young to teach their children to be a pest

So, the military function forces the innocent and the wild to become One Unit, survival’s sake

Survive death’s seventh son’s calling, leave us all for a One, it’s pink, pandemic wedding cake.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, May 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to Early Eric Clapton: EC WAS THERE @ https://youtu.be/bMiBbAvsFfY & The BAND Group #AtlanticCity link @ https://youtu.be/QFxXTO1t5yo }

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#WhatsWrongWithYouPeepo? #ItsSoylentGreen

ACCUMULATE MOMENTS TO LOSE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 21, 2020

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An aberration of infinity or regular constant of the finite, mortal, spatial forms of #FakeTime

Shaped like a bush or an ape, the dragon always wins by tilting the machine, on my last dime

Fortune and fame are on hold indefinitely until the #FakeNews says it’s OK to play tattoo ink

Evolved without the pundits and paparazzi, we’d be extinct without them, wink a #FakeWink.

Jersey to California, Florida to Montana, all of the walls came down all the way to Hell’s bells

Water was high but it wasn’t near the fire in the desert, it was above so below, planet of shells

By God or by this man or that woman who breathes in and out of Heads and Toes in the room

Who could swear with a straight face? Who? I could, that’s who, it’s no big thing, badaboom.

Munching on the treats of the genii and the smoke and mirrors, until the last gasp, the rule

From the lips that fly agape at the last movement of the First Cause, eyes wide open for two

More than a sign and less than a faded secret nobody recalls that nobody can relate to, too

It’s the only thing that matters, you’re the One that got here to do this thing, so do it fool!

On a frequency very high and a wavelength very low, the crosswinds blow and music’s made

Up and down the scales of justice, the ships move in and move out with the cargo or without

Salty sea breakin’ it all down for the mates and crews of the Jolly Roger and gaggle of pirates

An H bomb without a boom, apple crumbs makin’ it without the Big Bang’s B2 Sting, I’m out.

Got something for you ill-fated related to the Ones who came before you, yes y’all Funky A-G

Nothing is forever and you can’t take anything with you where you go without your bones’ chi

Everywhere is like nowhere, a place in the Twilight Zone, a space outside of Earth’s sun-kiss

Coordinates on the plane locked, we’re loaded, target obsolete, One and done, back to bliss!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #CaledoniaSoulMusic on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/F34zwWJ4bP4 }

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#WITFAYTA ? #JustListen #Silence #JSTFU

FILET GUMBO, JAMBALAYA GODS*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 20, 2020

---------------  #HUNGERforever ---------------

This is nothing at all to sneeze at, bayou’s big fun, down to the last gasp you get, go deeper

Deal me in for the last hand of the night, just need the name of the game, freakin’ creeper

In syncopated rhythm, pluckin’ strings, beatin’ skins, shells or hollowed-out trunk bark

In the morphine and heroine the blue dreams arrive and the ending credit teeth of a shark.

All of this was present at the beginning before there was any solution to counter revolution

Now and in the future program of the DNA and RNA, mutated or immutable, superb skin

Nevermore to be cut and bleed or to be blunt forced unconsciousness’ traumatic android

All you can recollect, nothing more and nothing less, no experience means an empty Void.

In the middle of the day or night, you may assume you’re on a planet revolving & orbiting

Around a burning ball of gas ninety million miles away from this Home, all we know, eh?

In a stretch of the imagination you can follow the inconceivable notions assumed by gods

Passing the Word in rocky wall etchings, to say that #KilroyWasHere, I Am Kilroy’s nards.

Food to eat and to recycle into the environment, devoid of burned vitamin & mineral, son

The fuel for the movement of the animal animation, without the dead food, we die as One

Before the thought of you and I being alive entered the cosmic imagery, It was as it still Is

Allowing your back to be covered by the jewels left over by the gods, my goddess, my Isis!

Fortunate number One son pulled as many assets as possible from the blood of a cruel creed

It may not have been enough though, Time will tell soon enough, no rush to judgement seed

Gramma said, monkey see & monkey do, silk stockings or barefootin’ with a shocked monkey

Boots on, goin’ nowhere but to eat BBQ at a funeral pyre, Davey Jones’ Xbones are the key.

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r j j stephan, i * Header is THE #ReedFluteCave chum!

c. Wednesday, May 20th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Come over here & kiss my ain’t that something! If that means anything to you, it was meant for you! Drafted this listenin’ to MilesDavisLive #BagsGroove @ https://youtu.be/8WxgoqwSUCo }

REED FLUTE CAVE LIT UP, IS THAT A VIKING ON THE FAR LEFT?

"You Will Never Git Out This World Alive !" --- #LongHairDude

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#BlusterBong #TuesdaysBong @StraightOuttaCompton

ANTAGONISTIC WRETCH I AM NOT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 19, 2020

------------------- #Compton -------------------

I refuse to repeat myself and flap my gums needlessly when I don’t have to, oh wait, my gums

In any case, you have no choice, you will, I will, we all will live and die in the middle of a Sin

Comfort food for the soul about a Savior from the Original Sin or Avatar of legendary slums

For a finale, Time in a pandemic which began as Bat Soup dribbling down on me, too human.

Alright, take a knee, hit the pause button, as you were, as it was and always will be, this is It

All we’re ever gonna get is what we each manufacture from the atoms conscious to the Id

An Ego moves the scenes in and out of the picture, every one of the shots tells it’s own story

Only you know and I know what this means, index fingertip to the thumb, evil eye is the key.

Sad for the One that hatched the many from a Big Bang or a gravitational collapse, in a Void

Tubular and deep, dark wellspring above the glittering gold that doesn’t glitter over a border

Where Alice feared so little she fell in the hole, to get us through it, a wonderland will unfold

Magic and a future shock is all there is, the way it’s gonna be, a brave, new world of disorder.

Mercy for the beggars who cannot move up the ladder of success in the capital way, all rejects

From the pile of helpers to the few brains and minds behind the causes and inevitable effects

Quoting Word, Scripture of philosophical images, long dead and gone, caused a grim distress

Upon dreams and real, daily walk-abouts this planet of rocks roll devils with sky blue dresses.

Ghost in the machine or just a spirit in the night or a soul on ice’s dream within a wet dream

Burlesque or Vaudeville or Broadway straight to Hollywood and Vine, a Studio City scheme

On cracker jacks and black jack gum, gulping sweet sugar to suffocate the brain’s synapses

A wretched jin, king of Rock & Roll, thank you please is all I can pray at the queens’ graves.

Watchin’ your P’s & Q’s because somebody will always be around wantin’ to make you forget

Just because you’re alive, that hurts those that don’t know how to rock and roll, can’t git it

They want to take care of you meaning take you down, make you pull your gun, It is Word

Boots out in the streets needin’ to move and walk on, it’s a Southern Man thing, #Skynyrd.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, May 19, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ Wrote while listenin’ to Lynyrd Skynyrd #Winterland circa 1975 A.D. #TheNeedleAndTheSpoon & HITS from ‘75 link @ https://youtu.be/3QR28CzONi8 }

 

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#AToolForADay #Humdinger

A RHUMBA OF RATTLESNAKES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 18, 2020

--------- #BlueSkies #BirdsSqwaukin ---------

You falsely believed that everything you think, all you ever do is a delusion of a delirium

But the Truth be known, now and forevermore until a gravitational collapse, on the take

Maybe yours too, in the game with the balls smackin’ and bankin’ in angular momentum

Confidence in the blind faith that only Lady Luck controls, in the rack or on a clean break.

Records broken on a broken record and other spinnin’ discs comin’ in and out of the scene

Chicago hospital in 1951 to the yard of birds near the tracks of the Ville of Roses, run a dozen

It is never easy when you have the je ne se qua, whatever it is that makes the world go, huh?

It’s a sound, a melody and a back beat of wood and tight skins, cymbol tins, crashin’ mama!

Born to be calm but turned wild for the sake of survival in the city sewer of cosmic bat & rat

Comin’ in loud and clear to the city and county where you pay heed to the rule of law & shat

Void and noise all in One place at the same time, a Space no savior or avatar ever knew, OK

It’s not tht important that the leaders lie to themselves and pass on the antique Truth, today.

Down the middle path between the yield & stop signs, there’s a dead end you’ll certainly see

No way to return from that point, no mercy from any men or angels, just GTF away from me

Solo flight without backup, without a co-captain, it all depends on me, all I need I don’t buy

All of my guns were loaded and I’ve spent all of my ammo on the target, same holy bullseye.

Pawns to be used by the moves to and fro, blowing smoke in the blue screen passin’ my kin

You and I always want as much peace and courtesy as we can get, it’s there in mortality sin

Being in the 208 bones and muscles that animate the skin of divine calculation, a con miracle

Without a single doubt, all of these things in Reality cannot be an accidental crash into Hell.

Bingo for the game’s O-68, it’s a funky four corner win in the Twilight Zone, a far away city

Further than Nome and Ushuaia, north to south, east to west, it’s all up and down, all I see

Blinded by the flood and spot lights so that I could see nothing but a white spot, black dot

Played like the tool in a dream I was born to be in, all too human rattlesnake rhumba, a lot.

Pathetic tragedy to be without your a mater or fater until the form and shape of it all rises

Up to the 8 miles higher than the pebbles underfoot, out where there’s no air, all off the air

Dead air in fact, between the here and now and there and then, if there’s a UFO, sweet, OK

Then again there’s the the loss of verve and nerve, bones won’t move, mind’s gone, TODAY.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, May 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:20 PM PST #FWAAAT?

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Jonny Lang Columbia Theater Berlin 10/25/2017 link @ https://youtu.be/gXsjF17gsDs }

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#AntiTrustLawsuit #AntiLustLawsuit @PatBenatar @StevieRayVaughan @TheRollingStones @ZZTop

NO FREAKIN’ WAY, GOD’S COMIN’ *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 18, 2020

--   #SanitizeThis  --

Sitting bull scatting with the minions who can’t fathom the nature of a Neo-con seventh son

It reeks of the aroma and scent of another burning bush of weed in the plethora of a wet Sun

Secrets told in confidence to a confidence man, what were you thinking of in mud and blood

It’s all over the world, the dirty rocks that came out of the blown-out, dark holly and wood.

Feel the nature of the beast within or not, it doesn’t matter much in the end, you win or lose

The whole shebang is a sham to be reckoned with by the minions dropped by the DNA seeds

Ponds-cum to mix with the love of your lives, it’ll overwhelm your consciousness’ H1N1 blues

You live and you die, that’s the fact of life you forgot, again, you WILL die, God’ll be pleased.

Correlate the hair sniffers and neck lickers to be the fathers of our children’s social distance

Wash your hands and brush your teeth, do not touch the bodies of the others, everybody in?

Wear a face mask for the sheiks of Arabland, dessert for the desert sand, Earth’s a revolution

About the Way to move around in an ellipse while spinning and wobbling the Dirty Dance.

Neighborhood around here is a Void, everywhere in every direction from the nuclear solution

To be or not isn’t the question for humanity, bring home the Francis Bacon n’ eggs morphing

A philosophy of the First Cause of the Unmoved Mover, up your nose with a red rubber hose

Blood of the evolution was never a revolution, it was the thing unnamed, my amorphous toes.

Now and then a walk in the park or in the woods works to center your being, lock it all down

If you don’t, you may be swallowed by hungry monsters, your friends call Besties, I’m vested

When there is a doubt, when there is an error, when there is an impasse, my hand-job’s blown

On being the One, there’s no two or three, there is no other one, just a solitary joint, smoke it.

Crash into a rock wall or jump off of a cliff into a bottomless pit, ends in pernicious perdition

You left it all behind and you need nothing, you have nothing, all due to the original man sin

Eating an apple in a garden of plenty, then you had to digest and eliminate fruit of the loom

God or Cielo is full of incorporeal spirits, white dwarves and black holes to sneeze at, Doom!

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r j j stephan, i * #StupidShouldHurt The Facebook Church of Armstrong and Getty

c. May 18th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7;11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan #Blues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ei8FpxIEPHE }

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#Rando #Rambo #Fission #Fusion #PiedPiperOfCheapWordRhyme @PINK @DavidGilmour

PISTOL RELOAD, DNA’s KICKIN’ IN

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 17, 2020

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Fear & loathing for the minions to gnaw, gnash and grow evil alive while still alive & kickin’

Be behind the gods’ dams when they break wind because there’s no stoppin’ us from truckin’

Like the Dead or the Stones or the Ramones, we do what we do, then we fade too far to care

Hearts broken, souls absorbed into the Void of the sweet unseen somewhere else out there.

I’m pumped up with the braggadocio of a braggart and an orange-pomegranate muffinette

There were three of them and suddenly there were none, three bites, three spirits in the set

Wealthy and in a wet dream beyond your wildest imagination, I know which dream she’s in

I’m in my bunk, I’m nineteen, I’m sleepin’ in a big barracks with 49 of the strangers of Sin.

All of us evolved and descended from the miraculous Big Bang to the K-12 program of idiots

Learned the wisdom to be as quiet as the mice that speak no English or Farsi of loser robots

Needs and desires come as the infant cries for the teats and milk of the God that deserted us

In the caves of mountains and the jungles between the plains and savannas, up, down fuss!

Babies and children wonder and the ignoramous elders divulge backward and sideways down

From the First Cause, the original mitotic divide of acid in a holy membrane of plasma brown

Freight train back and forth, tracks can’t wear out while I’m alive, they shine, roll down & fall

Water of the snow, melted ice becoming too heavy for the stratosphere, fill-up the ocean ball.

Playin’ a game in the middle of empty space, thousands of miles between this thing and those

Closest to a moon, Venus & Mercury, doubled 90 million miles to Mars’ 149 billion tics to Oz

Wizard is the sun, the closest star we’ll ever be near, the warm & cold of the thing itself, Fizz

That’s all it takes, chemical reaction trip to the moon, standing underground on a white rose.

I got my bullets back but they won’t return my sidearm six guns, S & W rounds, no shooting

From the S & W .357, the .44 and the model 29 or the model 500, .50Cal, feel of a lead sting

No match for the dead eye aim at the center of the target, holy of homies opened up wounds

Men pine over the loss of innocence yet the things were never that way, mutant DNA hounds.

Accidental collision of atomic matter and a lucky conglomeration of the Will to steal a breath

First there was light and now here we are, blinded by light, dead accident or design, The End

More or less any minute from the first to the last breath, your soul is charged to be a friend

Lying about the Truth is easy since nobody knows what It is other than a Time of my Death.

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 17th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to some David Gilmour in @Pompeii... 22 minutes of #GuitaristExtraordinaire link @ https://youtu.be/fLYeVk9Sk60 }

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#Rattlesnakin' #BlownHotshots & #ReignO'Rain

REIGN O’ RAIN, BLOWN HOTSHOTS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 17, 2020

****** #OutOfDough *****

Deserted stone can’t be told that it’s All what it is, they don’t like bein’ the old One-2, say hey

Soberly drunk from worms & Tequila in your tank, a tiger caught by the tail over there today

Flights are cancelled and the First Mover has begun the slam on the brakes, a fixin’ cold cash

It may not be enough to kill it all, starved acolytes of the dreamer’s dream to die at a Safeway.

Fiddling with the drum sticks and sawin’ the violin’ or blowin’ in holes of big bassoon horns

Passin’ the Time in this Space, one moment at a time, recollecting the good times of bad boys

Looked for the bad girls and found them far from their mamas and papas, no daddy no more

It’s all for One and One for all, a musketeer without peer, there’s not one challenge but four.

One, two, three counts ad infinitum, you go when you must and remain static in slick satin

A coughing up the river until the final gasp of gas, spirit’s what it’s always been, gas of sad Sin

Here on the dirty rocks, my home of my grandfathers and grandmothers, all gone but I’m not

I am here, I am important to the solar system, galaxy and universe, forgot again, forgot robot.

Pink’s hot, red’s hotter, white and black are not, brown cannot stick around yellow cake sheet

Goodbye mama and don’t come back just because you’re dead and gone, comin’ in pink floyd

Evermore dream state from conception to the deception of the reasons for rockin’ & rollin’ It

All there is and all we have is nothing special, theoretically the zero, empty of matter, A Void.

She played me and he played me, they played me like slide trombones & honky saxophones

Moving the chords up and down the scales, four or five or three at a time to notes I won’t do

Pills to swallow because you cannot eat the fuel raw and de-boned, so debonair I am, OMGs

We are not the people, we’re nuggets of flint and pebbles of basalt from volcanic lava seas.

A period, a comma, a colon, exclamation or question mark matters in the Rag of holy songs

Sung by voices or jacked up to make pluckin’ or blowin’ or beatin’ noises, to right the wrongs

In Blues or in Jazz or Classical or Rock and Roll, it’s a waltz through the millennia, dancin’ it

Step by step, forward, back sideways and up until the song ends, a shuffle, a ritual DNA fight.

To survive without the bones that will be buried or burned is inconceivable, hell, I’m a man

I spell and I have the blind faith that ends with the AMEN and the walk away, a divine scan

To measure the good, the bad and ugly memories of the Game of Love, the stupefying routine

Truth mommy & daddy told you was true, it’s no lie, you’re a Homer, a tweeted valentine!

Who can scrape the washboard? Play the spoons and slap the thighs like my thumpin’ a sign

Animal skins and bones, all of the sinews and tendons makin’ the music with the woods’ pine

Preordained to punk out from the battles and wars, hiding behind the miniskirts and weeds

Nothing left to be recalled, the rest of Space’s story is playin’ out now, All came, we’re Seeds.

Sons of the beach, gas of the life and death’s planetary fauna from pole to pole, keep spinning

It’ll all come around, based balls have got to go, contained matrix juice, hit tree pine batting

Balls so big and small, round to bounce and roll from wall to wall, borderline to boundary ‘G’

Mackin’ on all the babes with my Words of flesh n’ bone, mind brainfog & leakin’ guts, OMG!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, May 17th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Draft jammin’ on #BlindBlake #AlltheBest @ https://youtu.be/whdHy7DQcI4 & #BlindBoyFuller #TrucksHisBluesAway @ https://youtu.be/TKSYT5o9RHE }

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