#EternalRehearsal #EternalRecurrence #BlackHoleSingularityAllMine

BROTHEL OF PUNKS, KNOCKED UP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 20, 2020

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All 3/5’s of the world-as-we-know-it have metabolized and left some ice tea, hard rock freaky

Where wise men and brave men and women fear to go, why? Because they’re all living dead

The species imploded, exploded and then became embroiled in a supernova’s holy singularity

Without the Permission from some #PowersThatBe, ma’s egg downloaded my happy ending.

Recollect your own mother and father copulating or at least your conception in a tiny bell jar

Where the miasma brings the chaos and the paradise lost, neverland to be the Tesla space car

My gods from Athena to Adam, Eve and back to Zeus, Zarathustra or Methuselah of Boulder

Completely in the deep pocket, past the sweet spot and unable to connect to the 4 bag homer.

Yet the one fist punch in the solar-plexus that will cease all nervous jokers’ fool ships for free

Drunken nights when star’s are out, I’m down above and below, way deep inside a penumbra

I will throw you a bone or a treat if you promise you’ll watch over my territory, don’t bite me

Truck to pull the boat, loaded my warm gun with the silver bullets that I loaded, Yo Deborah!

That’s her name, she’s as fine as any heat I’ve ever handled in my hot, little mitts and tasty I’s

Freaks in the fountain of youth, drunk of the vines and the roots of life ungrounded, slipknots

Square knots alternating to get the noose so tight it cannot be undone, a matter of kids’ eyes

Looking through the glass which is nothing but candy-land microdots, no comprendo mojo!

Fugly men who cannot reproduce their mothers’ and fathers’ kinds, DNA replicas of cavemen

Not only the Australopithecus but also all divine forms of gentle movements in sunshine acid

Calm your inner movements and become the calm pond without wind, without humanity’s Id

Monkeys’ bones, idiots, morons who’ve survived, became buried like nobody’s food ever did.

If you weren’t the soup or the sandwich contents, you were good to go to work for the Powers

Ones who got here first before the rest of US did, The American Natives, long-knife showers

Screaming to the smoke and the fire going up, up and away from the ground of being, angels

Our spirit’s smoke. runs our heart and soul pumping system, I’m One, hammer & pop-sickle!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, June 20, 2020 @ 2020 hours PST #YourMama

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the mighty 'RARE-EARTH' on youTube link @ #MA https://youtu.be/WkJ1wqQo3zg }

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#InfiniteStrokesOfFortune #WouldntItBeNice @BeachBoys @WARtheBand @ACDC

#9 WHISKEY WAVES, SURFIN’ GOD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, June 19, 2020

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Six feet of me happening just like they said it would, can’t breathe but the lights won’t quit

For good without an option to awaken and go about the business at hand, just #FuqJam it

Perfect worlds come around once in a blue moon, keep on dreamin’ and never got #Woke

From the first to the last revolution of star dust, Karl Marx’ perfect world of bein’ so broke.

Punched in the guts and lost my wind, couldn’t breathe in or out, no way to get oxygen in tea

Can’t get the carbon CO2 out of me, it’s stuck deep down in my DNA, in my psyche, my Thing

It’s all of it for certain, right before my senses, eyes, ears, nose, mouth, just a slave in a ring

Fighting the Man, thanking the Man for being the master of the food and drink, nothin’ free.

Freaks of nature, misaligned nucleic acid evolved into a malfunction and dead end extinction

A bid to be or not to be, never the question, it was more like, if I feel lucky today, I’m a punk?

More likely than not, there is no luck at all, it’s the direct control of the inner #Intent to cause

To be or not, alive and kicking the rest of the matter and energy, leftover from THE Big Bang.

Girls and boys come to know what the old folks ignore or forgot, FACT, we’re all gonna die

FACT, we all want to survive except the hopeless ones who are not DNA but rogue RNA of Ra

Ga or Pa or whichever word assigned to the thing itself, the matrix of our wall where we fly

From birth to death, eating and drinking until buried or metabolized by the hunger of Vodka.

From a shining sea to a long river of tears flowing up and not down, to the light, it’s all gone

Like the Singularity of a Black Hole, I found the Way to creep back into the fold, One & done

My father’s grandfathers sent the word and code down through the genome, extinction’s fuss

Persons come and go, expanding from shapes of absolute zero into infinity’s hippy magic bus.

Deacons, high priests & their ilk created a #Bat virus’ on cave walls, dark shadows’ in my pop

Not only are we drunken, high from conception to extinction, nothin’ but the Podunk hip hop

With the ending, the finale that terminates the light coming in from the darkness’ rollin’ rock

All we are is what we travel upon, rockin’ roll forever, ladies, gents, guns fired out of my jock.

Reason and rhyme set aside for a moment in order to extinguish the remnant of death fugues

We can see anything blind men can see, we can hear anything deaf women can say to thrive

Important yet a moot point right after the extinction of the species, country boys can survive

Rats and roaches left to eat in the filthy cities, where overpopulation welcomed black plagues.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, June 19th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Drafted in a #ClosedDoor #ClosedBorder, my room while listenin’ to The Beach Boys #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nZBKFoeDKJo}

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#RollWithIt #HotterThanHellRightNow2

A DUNCE & THE COSMIC HOSERS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 18, 2020

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Uncle Ben told me never to tell aunt Jemima about what Buckwheat did on stage last night

What will be will be, that’s what they say in South Jersey and I can’t argue against west point

I am what I’ve wound up being, I take full responsibility for all of my actions, all habitual scat

What I’ve done and what I’ll do are either forgotten or unknown occult features of Time’s fat.

Full stop from the Get-go and on thru the red lights, yellow lights and northern lights, so be it

Beginning from the mask over the face’s nose and mouth breathers’ three blow holes, god spit

Supreme Court of all of us, judge with legal minds’ D students’ too humane, horizontal bops

Enough is enough only when the People say it is, you and I’ve Nothing for backup, #NoCops.

Eerily the Word was made the way of comedy, a dead or sleepy man is speaking and sleeping

Country and city are in the game from border to border and coast to coast, talk, talk, talking

Sometime in the near future you can comprehend the holy water in the spinning rock tater

What the Earth appears to be without the H2O is as bizarre as seeing an asteroid with no I.

Without H2O there is no Life in any form at all on this planet, holy, barren H2O moon rocks

Not only because you would love to know just for scat and giggles but also Time’s tick-tocks

Progressive, regressive elliptic, orbital, revolution of hyperbolic Space-Time #COVID rewind

Bones inside of you and your kin, your friends and enemies, alive or dead, mere dusted wind.

Headlights off in the middle of this long night without moonshine, without sunlight’s burn

Of the atoms, molecules and the food we eat and the fuel for the Spirit that we seem to be

Either an illusion of the hopeful or the Hope of the the demonic, celestial essence of Mama

Not just before now and before 1776 Anno Domini but way into the future the gods’ Papa.

Now, Life’s Happiness achieved by the genome’s DNA, R&B sisters & brothers, a swirl for you

Not just because without y’all I would not exist but also that these worlds would end in bat flu

From the eaters of the viral meat, God’s divine Life matters, all skulls of flying mammal soup

With or without the Top Ramon, a little off from the real noodles, it’ll do for #MyGang group.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, June 18th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 08:45 hours PST

{ #WakeUpYourself drafted while listenin’ to the mighty Armstrong & Getty radio show on Talk 650 KSTE #FlingingVirusEveryFlush #TransgenderSCOTUS decision, etc, etc, etc link @ iHeart link https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }

 

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#SitStill do not #JUMParound

GTF OFF OF MY BACK, #APS PREY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 16, 2020

------------------- #TakeMeBackNow ------------------

I’m a very fair cat, literally a cat that measures due process and justice to be bones

Whatever the case may be, in defense of the Will to Power, ready for the tweetings

This is the Truth, the living on this planet right here and now, are not Earthlings

Pillaging the tents and hovels of the gangs so they ain’t runnin’ down the Stones.

Whether you like it or not, you’re the prey that used to be the predator, God bless

You’ve done a swell job for the past few thousand years but now I’ll really confess

There is no sin in becoming a zygote or becoming a woman or a man, it’s Today

Now in my cave, all ready to move out for the hunt, sniffin’ prey, ten miles away.

Amazed just because it appears that I and everyone else on Earth are fortunate chit

Or daughters of the sons who I’m referring to, the anarchy sons who fell to six guns

Linguistic certainty aside, there’s a way to get jiggy and there’s a way to #AllFallDown

In a ring around the #Rosey with a pocket full of posies, souls fall down, I’m all of it.

Pertaining to the dream within the dream, the one you can’t see because you can’t see

Never able to push your grandmother off of the cliff until you found out she hated you

Immediately, the Void roars silence and implosion of quarks, dimensionless & free

Not like the humanity, all too human and not so evolved peasants blacker than blue.

State of your mind and your exact occupation of the space where you move to play B or F-ball

Ego of the dust which coalesced into the bits of honey you chew until your golden fillings fall

Simple minds of absent men & our mothers taught, gangster to be back seat of daddy’s car

On the block, on the farm, in the ice, in the desert, gangs succumb to the lost in a holy War.

Stomach is growling now so I’ve got to hit the path to stalk my favorite snacks, antelope

It’s better than rappin’ for the crack or little queenies racks, clues broke down like dope

Fish in the sea get caught, cleaned and filleted for the BBQ, hunger all gone, be a styth

Now get those #aps off of my back son, dead scat goin’ down to toe, bums drunketh!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, June 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 1222 hours PDT

{ Drafted to the #GrandmasHand #Ends & #Today by Everlast & SHEET, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU }

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#LetUsParty #DUDE #gOgO #Sweet

IN FLIGHT 358 BTS, ‘71 TO ‘20 OMGs

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 15, 2020

-----------------  #STFUAndObey ----------------

Ma and pa I left y’all back in ‘71 just to get to the presence of the present, did you know It?

Of course you knew, you told me to be careful and boy oh boy were y’all right, never a doubt

I said I do several times and then it wound up sometimes being I don’t and I didn’t do chit

Just because I thought a lot of girls were pretty doesn’t mean I wanted to marry them full out.

Here and now, soon in the future it will be way back when, but right this second, grounded in

To a matrix of polar magnetic swirl, between a HugeBang and TinyWhisper, inconveniencing

The poor rich guys who worked or inherited the wealth of gold, silver and an invisible, old pig

A matter of being in the right place at the right time, you just don’t know when it is, you dig?

There’s wonder in the air, after all is said & done, either a ghost takes off or was never here

Only way to find out is unacceptable to me personally, others may have no problem with fear

Of the power big brother and the holding company who held nothing but holes in blue jeans

A righteous morphology strikes a chord in the mind’s eye, through the doors of perception.

Exceptional insight into the fallacious arguments of the irrational mob mentality, it is done

There’s nothing to see either here or there, what’s happens is it all disappears into stardust

To recombine like the cellular DNA, Earth will gravitationally collapse into slavery mastery

Of the mice and the humans peeking through the window pane at the freed slaves’ in a story.

Duplicitous as a joke in a suit of diamonds, putting the full house or royal flush going down

Into the depths of the abyss where angels and even God fears to go for fear of being a clown

Since you’re the one that created every single cell on Earth, ad infinitum into extinction, so

They always start like that, “So what? Who cares?” you ask. OMGs you don’t wanna know.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, June 15, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to The Rolling Stoness #CodeStones #MidnightRambler & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DRot9IjNSso }

 

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#ThereaintNoJustice @TheMightyTemptations @Santana #RED

CRANBERRIES, MY KIDNEYS & RED

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 15, 2020

I got a car last night, I’m gonna get in it and drive down to a city of changelings, God, let’s roll

Flew around and went down and roosted in the Hollywood hills and the contraption claptrap

If you have it all except immortality that’s where you go, to a castle with a swimming hole sea

Semper Fidelis in the dream of America, the founding fathers hope for the progeny of liberty.

I would be in a world of hurt and pain if I let it be the way it would be if I didn’t give a flyin’ F

For the way of the warrior is narrow, down the middle of the battles in the war for immortals

Beings who never lived down here on Earth, we’re supposed to believe they’re in charge of US

Yet they are not, it’s the spin of the ball of dirt and it’s revolutionary ecliptic around a burnt 1.

Stars millions of miles apart from their planets, our sun isn’t the only star with the dirty balls

Globular masses conglomerated from the #BigBang you’ll never see, it’s all in the distant Past

Coming and going in the cells of DNA IS the game, not the pretend behavior of minion’s falls

What is this all about, flounder on the crooked end of the dropping drapes, ends of The Play!

Not my personal ends but yours are the issue, you think you’re immortal, soul and body to be

Animated flesh and blood on a frame of preformed acid bone, y’all get higher than me for free

I gotta work for the life, you’ve got to laugh and have a good time because your mind is broke

Your fault, it’s the luck of the draw, some DNA’s inferior RNA-Antifa viral infection got woke!

It’s already checkmate brothers and sisters, game’s over, tilted the machine, I shook the balls

Civilization’s not wanted by the compliant ones who love the lazy life layin’ on a beach, sons

Daughters should never mate with these dregs who’d raise more of the mindless trips & falls

Purple Hazed, Window Paned, Orange-Sun Shined and Strawberry Double-domed trip-runs.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 15, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:04 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #BrownEyedGirl Bruce Springsteen <3 span=""> on youTube list @ https://youtu.be/dLFKEdHKeaw }

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#SadStoryInYourEyesToo #BlackEyedPeas #Blondie

WHO IS OUT THERE, OFF MY HUMP

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 14, 2020

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Nobody you want to know and maybe someone you want to be, the end hierarchy of a boot

Burning out little by little, moment by moment someday to end in One cool Big Singularity

Bashing you and your friends, relatives and strangers in paradise, all phuqt up to Mercury

Competence you have or have not matters little to the ending of the story, points all moot.

Matrix within your cerebral cortex, cross pollinated with mothers and fathers from the rapes

Not much love a long time ago, here and now it’s different for the masses, drawn the drapes

Giant idiots in the middle of being morons and idiots who hunt for nothing but their ending

Finding it where they least expect it, a last gasp of oxygen, one more taste of gold spending.

Morons used to invade and kill men and rape their women and here we are, Ma’s mortal sins

Who were your great, great, great grandparents if you’re not one of the #Elite? Or if you are?

Nobody but a picture on the wall, a photograph or a painting of the image in two dimensions

Fortune’s not luck but intent and timing, always be on Time’s Space, it’s tricky, a far out scar.

Serious defiance of your maniac herd of ignominious fools of broken towns & trailer parks

Sun comes up anyway, every day whether you like it or not, the Earth’s spinnin’ fake yarns

From the screamin’ babies to the cryin’ old ladies and decrepit men from the hoods, sharks

All of them hungry, none of them with money or food, lots of shiitake to burn down the barns.

Cinderella and Charlemagne couldn’t have made this up, it’s a convergence of fantastic souls

Headlights behind me and taillights ahead for kilometres, speed limit on Earth is 190 MPH

If you don’t go that fast you cannot finish the job you came here to start, the lives of humans

Brown, yellow, white and black lives matter to the ones who are brown, yellow, white & black.

Inside the secret society of dead men and possibly dead women, I don’t know, God is known

To the sons and daughters of the revolution, spelling bees helped some, 3rd world civilization

The mob is my friend and we move as one, following my intent and will to have it all happen

A square hole in a round peg but it’s going to be alright now, it’s over your head, it’s blown!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, June 14, 2020 Anno Domini @ 6:14 Post Meridiem

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