#AlteredCarbon #EyeGotAGoodMindToShakeYouUp #SpeedUpToSlowDownToLightSpeed

GO IT ALONE ON BORROWED TIME

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, July 18, 2020

----- COPY DAT? -----

At an early age, the indoctrination begins with the blank program, no rewards, so heretofore

Avoidance of the pain and suffering of punishment for being wrong, now that is a motivator

Therefore, know that you’re thinking as internal thought and an outer expression, and how!

At least write it in the sand so it sees the light of day for a moment in time, it’s here and now.

On the elevator then up the escalator on the way to the seventh heaven beyond me, a sin-nah

Where angels fear to go for the good of their wings and asexual nature, a rubber soul cantina

They were created by an imaginary creator of a cosmic egg, a universe full of hell’s big balls

Comfortable in your skin with nobody and a quarter pound of bones, mind’s hot cat calls.

Mercy and a grant of gracious hosting of aliens from another world, another place in Space

Probably where we thought our dearly departed went to, they came from there, it’s closed

Nobody else gains entry through any portal at all, front or back door, optimistic, cute face

Mind inside over the Matter outside gives anyone thinking the notion that you’ve got foes.

A jinx or a string of bad luck dealing the circumstances in random form, trying to stir the pot

With or without you, it doesn’t matter at all, It came around, It went around, It will come hot

Like a well-fired side-arm that you draw and holster in one second, fire a round in moments

Ready to aim and fire, just in case the monsters show up at the door, #FakeNews miscreants.

Symbols hidden while cymbals become symbolic of an ultimate truth about the nature of bees

Birds and bees mate for survival’s variation enhancement of their DNA genome’s at-will tease

Uncomfortable Truth coming so stand by for a Word, shattered the philosopher’s stoned hide

It could have been much worse, I may have never breathed air or drank water, or even died.

At the precipice of the cliff there is only dense fog up unto infinity but not beyond the Void

Pathway at the crossroads must be tread upon, there is no alternative to a flying spy droid

The Many will perish but the Few will survive beyond the attempt as species extinction-hood

They will remain to replenish the order in the middle of the revolution, chaos’ bad and good.

Locked but there’s both a key and a combination of twice to the right, once left and one right

That’s all it takes to feel the mystery burn inside your soul, in your head and you cannot fight

Immortal soul maybe, mortal body a certainty principle, what I did, do and shall do, a hokum

That’s not right and it’s not fair but it is the Way It Is and keep in mind, a kingdom will come!

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r j j stephan, i { #HORUS header }

c. Saturday, July 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #IDontCare (IDGAF) @Daryl's House Club WITH Patrick Stump & other tidbits with other #Famous artists ALSO link @ https://youtu.be/WkC4tYCNG4s }

It's always alright, just let it go... #TakeMyWordForIt

KALEIDOSCOPE BUTTERFLY, HERD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, July 17, 2020

-------------- #NeverTakeAnybodysWordForIt --------------

Imagine the look on the face of another elephant seeing this glorious sight of a butterfly fuss

This is what happened to Dumbo the elephant after he grew up and flew away from the circus

A pachyderm away from the herd is a target for predators who’ll kill, near the tower of Babel

Our colored faces are covered to kill prejudice and racism, like a surgical mask, a harem veil.

Big-top bigots of insanity runnin’ the treasure contest, that got overlooked by 20/20 visions

Warrior by default, watcher of battles twixt gangs, blade fights, drawn Smith-Wesson gatguns

Appearances and existence of the stuff, the things themselves are made of mortals’ sinnery

Mind’s the matter and matter’s the mind, there’s no two ways about it, a purple que for me.

Above this Earth and below the uttermost echelon of the pit of Hell with the other pretender

Trouble is as trouble does, or so I’ve been told in the poker game or at the race trace, I bet it

I’m all in for the Ends to come from wherever they’re at, any time, I’m sarcastic nite & day

From Puerto Rico on north all the way thru the U.S. and up through Canada to the arctic ice.

For the sake of Benjamins in any form or shape, it’s essential, a supernatural narrow byway

A pachyderm never forgets but what do they have to recollect? Nature of being and nothing?

Where are the predators who want to eat flesh instead of the plants and roots, game playing

From the dawn to the dusk, staying healthy, wealthy and wise is the only way to fly far away.

Hollywood’s the #Chit and it’s a matter of time before it turns into tan pebbled and beaches

Grass on the greens and fairways with 18 holes to drive, chip and putt into 18 empty holes

Now and then, this and that will come up in the dialogue, in the conversational monologue

A wanton squeal out of the traitors who commune in the socialist trough of a Jesuit rogue.

I got a hunch that I’m always right about everything, reasoning, rationality, logic tools too

There is nothing I don’t have so that I can figure out the reason for being all too humane

Many have come before my humble self, preached their pitch and left an echo in the rain

Spare parts and the used cartoonish flimsy-slam being marched to, by the minions of Sin.

Fact is, evolved microbes are now responsible for their own swollen, animated hemorrhoid

There never, ever was any divine creature-god above and beyond the atmospheric lectern

It’s all right inside this envelope of gas, ask any astronaut that left for a moment to return

Finding that everything they’ve come to understand before the flight is now One with Void.

Spanish Harlem or Little Italy Chicago makes no difference to the Irish, English and French

Not in America, not in these mighty United States, including Islands and Aleutian sea scum

Streets are as hot as the ocean water only they’re hard, cookin’ asphalt, the fire hydrant fun

Elephants never forget how Cuervo Tequila #FireWater rocked the world online, naturally!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, July 17th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Bled this out while listenin’ to Carlos Santana 2 hours of #Supernatural on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MNcB0l0H9qE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PeckingOrderReversed #AdInfinitum @CheechAndChong @DorisDay #Again #Again #Again... #Yo #Mama

CONFLICT OF A LITTLE SAUCY CHIT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 16, 2020

------------------ AGAIN, AD INFINITUM ------------------

Come to think of it, it’s meant to be, all American women look like they’re in an Arab harem

All of the grandfathers who are dead and gone are rolling over in graves, no mask on them

Bones don’t need a virus that can’t be killed, we kill all viruses alive in the old sugar shack

Uncomfortable as a seventh shot of whiskey on an empty stomach, the night fades to black.

Telegraph the message to the Western Union man at the train station, all the tracks are gone

There’s no way to get over the canyon so stop and reverse, return eventually, all said & done

There’s rules and regulations to the game that I never signed on to play, yet I am the best

Nobody ever born on Earth could ever beat me since I always win the magic potion test.

Given theorems and resulting equations of the Calculus and a Trigonometric conundrum

There’s no reason to fear death while you’re alive other than avoiding pain and suffering

Getting and staying healthy to get the maximum benefit from existence as a human drone

That itself is all there is because without this body and soul, so to speak, there’s nothing!

Now then, everybody on Earth who comprehends the nature of our beast within, is NOT alive

We’re the ones that are dead and gone even though we’re awake, walking around to love jive

A moment after the boys and girls die, they’ll know the reason why they lived at all, God send

No other story available at this moment, a rumor is all I have, a token of blind faith’s stipend.

Pecking order of the peckers lined up in the soup line is tough guys first, ladies second fiddle

Carry your books home from school, got a kiss at your back door so your sister could giggle

Market is up and Gold is up, that’s all I care about until the last breath I take of pure tequilla

Salt, shot down, lime, repeat several times for desired effect I can never stack on a tortilla.

Uncertainty principles from songs that remain the same give the impression that we all care

But we do not care like you’d suspect that we should, if we ain’t wealthy and healthy, forget it

In a more measured way when you were supposed to be measuring efficiently already, be fair

Looks like you know nothing and you’ve said enough, that is #Everclear, Nothing is The Chit.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Cheech & Chong on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3mYwow08Wyc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WTF Time is it? #FourThirty? again? it's early!

SUCCUMBING TO THE SUCCUBUS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 16, 2020

------   #WTF is your point?  None.  ------

I have absolutely no choice, this is my responsibility and my obligation, all mine, my soul

What you and I see and hear, taste, smell, touch and in general malaise, #Feel is the role

We get as the humanity of the civilized Earth planet of this Black Star above, don’t be a rat

It will blind you and burn your retina and cornea, even might strike you as blind as a bat.

You are indeed what you eat and what you dream between conception, holy self-extinction

Wear a mask or not, you will die in the end either in your sleep, accident of circumstance, son

All of the money men can muster, gold or paper or dot matrix will not buy immortality pies

There is only One piece, at peace and never divided into any manifestation of imperfect lies.

When Mona Lisa shows her face, my world stops moving, cause to effect, stuck in quicksand

In Paris or Sacramento, Milan or Tokyo, songs remains the same, out of time’s synchronicity

Simple to put the complex into perspective with a snort of Elmer’s glue, stopping my godsend

Amazing you with the dazzle of diffused ultraviolet or infrared wavelengths of finite self pity.

Come along with the useless expansion of the dot matrix, a point on a Void, smile widely now

Fine line crossed between happiness and hopelessness, lovin’ the mind drinkin’ in Earth pain

In forms of ground powder swallowed in libations, magic smoking flowers of Miss Mary Jane

Playin’ in sand boxes and then in bands until the final act of the play, we’ll all say, “And how!”

Separation from the Earth Mama, wife of your daddy, abandoned by a heavenly Father too

Oh mama mia, it’s all prima vera from here in this space, right now in this time ending blue

I am not the first and I won’t be the last to have eyes wide shut, not able to observe the Truth

Lies are what I swallowed, from Origins of Mankind to the Fate of the dead heads, forsooth.

Hot air bags full of anything like atoms of star gas enveloped, rubber containers of dinobone

Extinction of species in this world occurs ad infinitum until the White Dwarf collapses home

Back into it’s original Singularity where Nothing’s seen or heard from ever again, nevermore

Plan to make you blue is set, by surprise is the only way to find out, opened a grapevine door.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, July 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Persuaded the muse to let me translate this gibberish into golden honey drips while listenin’ to Creedence Clearwater Revival on youTube #HeardItThroughTheGrapvine on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/jCfUxn2VMT8 }

FINIS

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#LetsSeeHowFarWeGo #Oversimplification @Santana @Matchbox20

QUE SERA, QUARK QUANTUM, EH?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 15, 2020

-------- #PutItRightInThere --------

I like your pants around your talons darlin’ and you know, it ain’t that hard to figure you out

It’s all a matter of reading the tea leaves and consulting the Ouija board’s spirit of mild doubt

Monuments built and then knocked down into the dust, to forget about the past, repeat it kid

Just like you cannot learn, you cannot teach, you are a useless piece of DNA on the path to Id.

Just trying to procreate the species not trying to be clipped winged bird heads, like yourself

No more eagle flights in the dodo bird avian race and there’s nothing you can do about it all

Just sit back and watch as the dominoes knock down the front to the back and of a li’l rascal

Swearing to the highest power that exists in the cosmos, neither someone nor Nothing itself.

I’ve hunted for a bird, a chick since I fell out the nest, mother didn’t come get me, need a bird

Immaculate conception or victim of love matters not one bit, just to touch it once, say a word

A prayer or recitation of a speech or just lyrics to a song read aloud in a poetry slam, either or

Coming to an exit at the entrance of the form’s shaped matter, a century leaves dust and dirt.

Now, about the molecular structure of the mind, the personality, the spirit, a soul to run fast

Mighty mice fly and put tom cats and bull dogs in the barn with the horses’ assed backwards

Walking through you got the impression that horses gave you their only sign of derision, #ass

Fear and courage merged in the twilight zone, above that place in space where Singularity is.

A guiding light away from the heebie jeebies moves your holy spirit closer to the Final End

Place that’s reserved for the creme del la creme and the elite mega-billionaire's colored skin

Here’s who loves ya baby, you know where I live so come on over for dinner and a B-movie

All you see is all you get for now and until QUARK quantum manifests, I will be or I will be.

Nobody can see it where it hypothetically could have been if it would have been, in the pocket

Reason and logic dictate the hypothetical and deduce the conclusion most logical to ebb flow

From bunk beds of barracks in basic training, Lackland 1971 San Antonio to 2020 Nantucket

In the circus or on the stage, it’s life’s essence of existence, philosophical morons often blow.

Sometimes they don’t blow, they just suck frequently enough to get wrinkles in their cheeks

It’s work to keep the skin soft and wrinkle free, magic potions required, also need a trip/fall

Mona Lisa moved millions from seeing nothing and then her flat face in a book or on a wall

Punks with or without me become whomever they’ll be, today and tomorrow just like freaks.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, July 15th, 2020 A.D. @ 10:10 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to Carlos Santana #LoversFromAnotherTime on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/FkE2TJ6pgoE }

FINIS

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#NobodySpecial #BeingStupidLikeAJungle

I MOVE, CASH & KISSES FOR GUNS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 14, 2020

-------- 1forTheMoney 2forTheShow --------

Fun to roll up and down the boulevard with or without you, it really doesn’t matter at all

The gist of it is that a bullet comes fired out of nowhere and ends the perfection on a ball

Mobs of mobsters moving sub-machine guns up and down the Mississippi for the ol’ Fed

A need for protection from the Man of this or another country, they want to kill y’all dead.

Taxes and income traded for blood, sweat and tear droppin’ put it all in the bank, saved $$

A hundred thousand dollars I saved in ten years, it’s now worth 30% less than it used to be

There’s a boom coming up country for the men and women who pay attention to the hot air

Blown around by good guys and the sheriff’s deputy canines, smelled like a girl’s perty hair.

Complete equations without variables or constants, devoid of value and quality, empty set

Nothing inside and everything else is outside of it, order and mayhem move the unmoved

Nobody to be moved, it’s the spirit everywhere within a triad of duplicity, uno, dos & tres

Essential essence of the hubris is substance in retrograde, going two ways at one time too.

Mirrors reflecting reflections of diamonds and rusty nails from the recycled coffin silk

Softer than it used to be as soft as it was, now it’s as smooth as a newborn baby wraith

Hard times and hard lives make for the saga of this civilization and then it ends quickly

Dreaming of the Ends of the forces that annihilate the foolish creeds and a blind faith.

It can be a whatchamacallit or a pathological prematurity, a gift of the gods in NY Harlem

Dead or alive, the boys and girls grow and get lucky or not, some go to paradise of the grim

Scared and out of the ordinary panacea for peace and quiet, an ended journey at life origins

Fly, run, walk or crawl, I will get to the Ends eventually, Rolls Royce or not, gotta keep rollin’.

Margie or Bettye came and went like the North wind, blowin’ right through to my rubber soul

It’s sufficient to stay alive to eat and defecate ad infinitum, but why? Just because my pretty!

Golam would scare the bejeezus out of you and me, shatter our plastic mirrors, I’m on a roll

Like dice, I come up craps, I lose it all but the Rolls wasn’t mine to begin with, awoke already.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 14th, 2020 A.D @ 6:16 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #Blitz with Nick Cage link @ https://youtu.be/EMvIgNcej-w }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Skynyrd #ShowMeTheBackDoor @Springsteen #RowYoBoat

MERCIFUL AS I LIE, I DIE FOR YOU

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 14, 2020

======== #Gimme3StepsMister =========

Presence of the monster under your bed awakens the inner beast, you’ve unretired once again

It’s nobody’s fault but it’s a necessary condition for pandemic responses to a mythological jin

But also never forget about the sufficient condition for overreaction to causes of love’s effects

From Canal Street to the #LSD and over the top of the city’s Kennedy Ex & on to O'Hare jets.

I have more alibis to sell for the guilty who want to avoid the jails and penitentiary joints too

Boogie Woogie or Rock & Roll are the keys, top ranked, divine pecking order of prevaricating

Bored and very shy people write brilliant masterpieces, classical, opera, rock & rhythm & blue

Miked up for Words to be uttered and echoed on recorded loops for all the ballsy recollecting.

Grandma’s philosophy handed down to me was that ‘Monkey see. Monkey do,” in Sicilian

From Palermo or Chicago, it sounded identical to my mother, her mother’s greatest so far

In those hands that cleaned my bottom and held me close to her heart, rats couldn’t git me

Near the sewer caps, the rats ran rampant below the asphalt of the melting side streets tar.

Here and there you’ll find yourself lost in the jungle, concrete or vegetative jungles in love

With the animated organs, crawling, digging, walking, running and flying, below & above

Local boys and girls turn into the dead men and women forgotten by nothing, holy matrix

Dreams end, you wake up like I do and then you breathe in and out for 16 hours of kicks.

Then suddenly, you’re gone but you can’t remember anything about when you all were here

It’s actually a myth in the sense that it seems impossible, you had the gift of being born bare

Used to hear the sounds, the words of explanation, the reasons for being so easy to eat/scare

It’s a thrust to the place in Space, to the Time you were conceived, a moment down with fear.

Trouble comes right out of nowhere. so much open space in nowhere, lots of trouble, colorin’

If and only if you are fortunate, you will find out why you are alive before your mind fails you

From the innocence and ignorance of the infant to the reverent erasure of the recollection sin

Extinction precedes the essence so row your boat like there’s no tomorrow, life’s but a dream.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, July 14th, 2020 @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Blasted this out of outerspace while listenin’ to a Bruce Springsteen Pinkpop Festival concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dzkecxiSwdY }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JustWaitOnePhuyqnMinute @Eminem @Santana

A-TRAIN SCAT @TRUMP2020

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 13, 2020

___________ #FeelMe #FeelYou ____________

Shown the only way to rock and roll down the straight and narrow path, birth, love & death

If there’s anything else under the star, it’s a modification of being ignorant of angelic cursors

A reason for everything including the lack of evidence for life after death, stone blind birth

Nothing other than that blind faith, preached and echoed blind faith of a priest & professors.

If what you think and say and write isn’t against the Free Speech of All, Love up to the sky

Throw down the sticks and let them pile in random order, I’ll pick them up in due Time flow

Compared to the idiots who speak with forked tongues, liars and cheaters who gotta be high

Neutral between forward and reverse, I’m parked, my lights are off, silent and heavy blow.

Thoughts of blind sights and silent sounds, like playing ball alone, in a solo game of Sorry

Movin’ around the game board in counter clockwise direction, players like NASCAR drivers

if you’re so smart and pretty why don’t you sing it loud? You’re not certain it’s true, illusory

Mountains and oceans a result of Big Bang evolution and disintegration in Space’s infinity

Compared to my father and mother, I am a skeptic and no friend of my parochial mind bend

Product of the cross, of the crusaders holy protection of a holy grail, in an instant I will offend

Believing in infinity, that there’s no origin of the universe, it always was and will be copy RNA

All there is in this matrix of rock, sea salt and living DNA, just everything in the Cosmos’ Ra.

Wasted in the middle of a search to find an occult meaning of Reason, logical deduction vein

Into the deep purple smoke of the cloud above the #Nines’ zoot suits, skirts to kill a princess

Daughters, sisters, mothers and girlfriends give some men their due, 3 meals a day, sugarless

To be or not to be saved by the bells and the consummation of the pills’ compact of the pain.

Always thinking that if I stop thinking that I won’t exist as an ape, therefore I’m here & now

Although at some point in the random future in store for all of us, we’ll disintegrate and how

As if you needed to be reminded of the tramps that are conceived and die in a gutter rat Sin

Born naked up country or down in the hollar, there’s a place in outerspace for ONE, chosen.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, July 13th, 2020 A.D @ 5:55 PM PST

{ Generated from the ether while listenin’ to #MonaLisaCARLOS SANTANA on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/95y10tZAzCw }

FINIS

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#KillingTimeAndSpaceInAWhiff #CircleTheSquaresWithTriangles #EmptyDrinks? #FillerUP #PREGO

JUST ‘CAUSE YOU THINK, PREGO!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, July 12, 2020

------------  #UseAPronoun ------------

It’s a matter of a Trinity of souls merged into One big ball of confusion, an atomic cornucopia

Bursting bubbles of empty conceptual formulations, nothing to see, nothing but the hot licks

Nobody hears or comprehends the conceptual analysis of the good and evil of Life, a panacea

Here and now or there and then, everywhere all the time, I Am all there is, it’s not for #kicks.

Sort of a punishment/reward system for the sons of the gods to convert ignorance to wisdom

Peeking out from behind the curtain, a stage is set and the play has begun, it’s all gonna come

Before you know it, before I can tell you the whole story, it will be over like it was never here

Nobody can be around when the entire essence is revealed, a Mind, a Brain, a Man or a Bear.

Claws to climb the trees and to kill the enemy, sharp as razors, I am weaponized, I am Man

You are whomever you’ve found yourself to be, lucky you can even read this, must be a fan

Kidding but not really, all fans have expired, they’ve run their course, forgot what they said

To revolve into the vortex of wind sucking and blowing the dirty, flamboyant Id’s deadhead.

A viral odoriferous whiff of a viral RNA that attaches to human DNA, caused by Woman, Sam

Both have the blame, the nature of humanity will be extinct in due time, in due space of I am

Where nobody on Earth will ever find the link to a moment everything dies in a NY moment

We are the monsters we are afraid of, we can’t live with or without, the DNA of the dormant.

How many pills times one hundred years can you swallow? 1000 every year, 100,000 is all

Oh my God or gods or goodness, that’s a lot of pills in a hundred years but just a way to Be

Just to stay alive and ambulatory rather than dead and buried or in any case, pass the ball

Inside a ball of confusion, a reality you neither asked for nor created, you accept the sun/sea.

Nothing greater than the Ends of the Means at the end of the road, all sharp points are moot

Conclusions from propositional logic still make sense but in the End, in the Omega deep root

Nothing’s left to be, all of the atoms and molecules of the gas, liquefied or solidified is all I am

Nonsensical illogical conclusions reasoned from false assumptions’, plumes of flimflam Man.

My eyes have it but what It is, only God knows. orange tailed 707 flyin’ higher than God’s fun

It all comes into view when the world presents itself and allows anyone to mount it’s mound

Coconut, chocolate and four almonds is all I need to take you down, to the dentist’s patience

One of these days Alice or Betty, Alex or Pedro are going to die and then they’ll see our skins.

There was a morality or ethical theory that obligated doing things to others, to be or not to be

Just because it was Right was not enough to control the raw animal within, the hunger sings

Tunes, melodies for everyone with or without ears to hear, vibrating minions making livings

Just because you’re used to seeing the liberty of doom on the horizon, dead and gone is free.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, July 12th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #MonaLisa $antana1000000 https://youtu.be/WvA9d6n7Jzg }

FINIS

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