#RackThatSheetUp #NineInTheCorner5InTheSide #TheRollingStones #Springsteen #TheBeatles #Madonna #BobSeger @JonnyLang

POLKA 2068 DAYS A WEEK [SIC]

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, August 15, 2020

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What do you expect from the young high school and girls from the southern cross y’all chose

European and Asian children raised by women, their mamas formed their con-souls to lose

All alone just because they were cute, handsome or pretty but also because planets are rooks

Around in a circular jerk of gravitational collapse, flyin’ off 10 meter high decks like spooks.

Nothing to brag about, the truth is the truth and facts are facts proven only to be the subject

All of the babies who grew up to be city and country cowboys get nothing but a drafted deck

Bad or good times mean more or less nothing at all, in the end, on the highway to Hades hill

Where mamas & papas fear to go, here to eternity, an Outer Space in a sun’s divine LSD pill.

My pops, my daddy told me I was a bit off of the mainstream rocker, probably hit my head

Too many times little boy, head grows into an angry, baby boy, a GI to kill enemies of mine

Coming back to the world means getting to be fifty years later than what felt just like Ends

I got addicted to tobacco and whiskey and then gave them up with my Thanksgiving hens.

Speaking of the ions of atoms all over the universe, it’s now or never if you know what I mean

Know what I’m talkin’ about or find out what I’m insinuating and ruminate on it for, at last

Love’ll unite the gravitational collapse & cause the Singularity that the gods deserve, unseen

Don’t moan, don’t cry or argue, don’t fret about the spell that’s cast, abracadabra, #Heaven.

Disappearing above the atmosphere, above the wind blown bald-head skull & bleached bones

Whether we’ve been either good or evil men and women, celibate or generators of Xi-Phones

All in all, you may never get another moment to experience whatever you want to call it, Sam

Again, it may be never again, not a reincarnated punishment for bad karma, I think, so I am.

Last rodeo, final attempt to let me down easy, a belt buckle & trophy of notoriety, old cowboy

My mama used to dress me like one, toy six-guns and rifles, spurs and boots, innocent decoy

To persuade parents to send off the babies to the War’s sacrificial funeral pyre, grand larceny

No fuss or fight versus URANIUM extinction, Big Brother disintegration of Bettys & Barneys.

Words of subjects & predicates explaining the mean old man inside of me, I just ain’t a robot

Got around the world a little, back and forth thousands of miles, learned some things I forgot

If anything mattered I’d be lookin’ for that thing and keep in mind I love life, I despise to die

Looking forward to a spectacular climax of revolutionary orbits on Earth, all in your 3rd eye.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, August 15th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM CDT

{ Dedicated to my godmother @JosephineAlfanoStopka R.I.P. darlin’ Auntie Jo & while listenin’ to an eclectic blend of The Beatles #ForSale @ https://youtu.be/SUQD8MwEOfs }

1964 - #BeatlesForSale

#Madonna @Madonna #YaSayYaWillWhenYaWont #HoneyDont

#VEGASraiders #SilverAndBlack

#EnjoyTheRide  #FightFightFight

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DontCallMeBaby #GlitterInYourMindOnly #ThisIsTheTwilightZone

CONSEQUENCES OF UPS & DOWNS

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Richard Joseph Stephan ·Friday, August 14, 2020

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Drank the whiskey and blues’ wine until I collapsed, drunk in the can, the way it is, so fun son

Blind alleys for the sight challenged cats who run the dozens or the ooze who sap the gold egg

When you were too lazy to labor for your brow sweat, you chizzled monkeys brains well done

There’s a will inside of the matter and form I got right down here, I’m drivin’ this money rig.

Devils are never outside of me, I can literally guarantee it, sweatin’ sunrise on Gideon slump

I’m not afraid to walk alone and be the only cat on the fence, so everybody cryin’ #JustJump

Like I was on top of the Hancock or Empire State Building and there was no King Kong skit

Just me and a long way down, very far away from the Earth I was born and raised in scat.

As if someone ever knew enough to be not only a human who knows the Truth, so baby small

That’s a fact of life my father, my daddy, my papa, the old man in the truck said of holy chops

From home to the school to the draft board to a home for me and my young kin, grati pops

Couldn’t have hit 1 baseball without you playin’ #WhiffleBall and #Fastpitch vs. a brick wall.

Delivery of the declarations of independence from the #FreeLunchFund, to be a man in a sin

To be a woman at work, to be a child at work or a horse, or a dog, a sad clown or a rich farmer

Not only am I one or the other of the above, got no freedom to choose the lot I’m in for karma

I pay for the mindset of deep amnesia regarding Earth’s revolution, Cosmic slop of hydrogen.

I was one of the gypsies, one of the giant pygmies, saved by the monks, nuns and priests post

Hooked me up with mom and dad when I was a newborn to the Roman’s secret eat-God host

For the sake of Blind Faith in the Creed, Words of foreign lingo translated into a faded shoot

But why in the end it makes no difference, now that’s the Truth, enjoy the ride & then caput!

Recombine the DNA ad infinitum until the extinction of the genome is immanent, it’s a ruse

Playing the players of the games until they run out of gas, figuratively and literally down deep

That the water you need to stay alive is too far down in the ashes to find the flow, sew to reap

Then again, soothing magic which is what happens when you become the food, Life eats you!

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r j j stephan, i

c. C’est Vendredi, August 14th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #LIVEconcert recording of #TheBoss Bruce Springsteen #CrushOnYou & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RF7sfErwIgU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoUpBoutTwoMilesTurnLeftThenRight #AllTheWayUpToHeaven #LosLonelyBoys #NewOrleansFunk

 

ROLLIN’ THE LAPIS LAZULI STONE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, August 13, 2020

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Significance of the dream within this or that dream, we ain’t got a choice either way, boo

We are consolidated into a speck of the universe that is invisible to the new US Space corp

Just in the Time of the Big Bang or the Black Hole Singularity Big Hush, what I do long for

In the middle of the road, rollin’ down the road with some orange sunshine, it’s all for you.

You wanted it and you got it, a plan crashed into the ground, into the sea of rocks and swirl

Who flew from port to port to do what could never be done in the past 20,000 years, we fly

Long guns and hair down the backs of the he-men who pick up heavy weight and fight girls

It may have been strangers on that one day when we said our first I Love You, I couldn’t lie.

Doobie doobie doo and the rest of the news spread from coast to coast, I left for the islands

Where nobody cares where I came from because nobody cares about me at all, outsider sins

Paris to New York to Hollywood to Honolulu, it’s all up to me and you, we’re all gone in a fit

Being a made man means zero to angelic actors, float down to follow us back, with a scythe.

In flight or grounded behind bars, either way the last gasp of gas is all you get, moratoriums

Up and down the same road, over and over again, ad infinitum, you know it’s forever you see

It doesn’t matter if it was only for a minute, an hour, a year or a decade, it’s a matter of forms

Monkeys either evolved as a species or they didn’t, this is a dream in a dream, chimera of me!

Runnin’ the arpeggios until they run in with the seventh chords, all becoming illusory fears

It’s a minor, major event and you never know when the significance is more than it appears

Under the substance of appearance lies the reality of the thing itself, it’s creation’s cyber fuss

Meaning nothing much but just everything mama & daddy told me, we’re lost in cosmic Lust.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, August 13th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:30 PM PST

{ Chunked out of the psyche today while listenin’ to Robin Trower brilliance @RockplastCrossroadsBonn on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ZmoMb0gNFrA }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FUNKADELIC #IBetYa #SomebodyHelpYourself #BEGBUGS

BEDBUGS & THE COCKAROACHES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, August 12, 2020

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It ain’t my fault that you get up too late for breakfast and too early for supper, so bite me

And I mean that in the most respectful way, it is a privilege to take a nip at flesh and bone

Cynical scuz oozing from all pores in the universal hole, just because you thought I’d gone

Nothing was left to hold the matter inside of the framed form of skin and muscle red meat.

Down by a river or at the top of the highest mountain’s volcanic, holy pyre, mountain dew

Out of a conceptual analysis of the DNA in the nuclei of what we seem to be, to me, to you

Whatever that happens to be to avoid the pain’s suffering of wisdom and knowledge’s bum

Success and failure, two ways of looking at identical things from separate forms, #151 Rum.

Hiding in the woodwork, where the light never shines, as it is and always will be, in The Dark

Where power exists in an amorphous form of being, not just any shape of a thing itself, mark

With an X, Y or a Z as in every case, all unknowns are an empty string theory of Annihilation

Empathetic to the cause of being in a struggle to be a ubiquitous master of your mama’s sin!

Original in the woodwork of everything that’s built of tree wood, insects eat it at a rock event

If fire doesn’t turn it to ash, it will be the excretions recycled from the animation of tiny bugs

Good things to eat if you’re hungry, starving is the word, no bread or wine in the confinement

What I will to happen in the quest for survival may or may not be, but it may be heaven sent.

I concur with the conclusions deduced with good intentions, we’ve no reason to go #HeelsUp

Speakin’ Chinese on my computer chips now, I have no idea what it means by squiggly in-out

This and that object does something to someone or something else, blabbing, babbling about

Crawling around in the shadows, out of sight, out of mind yet always everywhere, #phqedUp!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, August 12th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:25 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic from 1970, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4vYZ0LQkWo0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TuesdayTwiceThriceDice #HungryAndUnderfed #OldJazz #TwoAndFive #AllThatJive #SixFeetInTheClay #DirtyLittleSnake

ZYGOTE BALONEY, ME & A TROLL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, August 11, 2020

****************  #BrokeNews ***************

It’s all the atoms in the world in One ion, so tiny it’s nearly invisible to an electronic scope

Like a quark, it’s gone the moment it’s in a space in time, a constant of animation on dope

With or without the essence of the dream being fleshed out into the analysis of Reality’s Id

A thing itself that you are so in tune with you have no idea that you are what it is, you’re It.

Fortune or not, it’s a matter of being in the right place in space at the right moment’s time

No other way to do it, it’s got nearly nothing to do with intention and desire, that is the rub

I’m told it has everything to do with my own personal power to cause effects as I desire ‘em

Think about this or that and boop, there it is like magic behind a full court press of fake love.

In a play, in a movie, on a stage or a natural mother scene, land, air and sea, link wind blows

Every single one of the living things, human or any other species of animal-plant, One & done

Coming into prominence with a doctorate in Meta-logic, nobody alive to disagree with holes

Where every argument goes with propositional predication, conclusions, command illusions.

Gas blown, rocks cracked, crushed and annihilated in the Bang of the Bigs, doin’ the Irish jig

Feelings of the electronics causing the static and getting the ending in order for a Singularity

Spies only because of the way of warriors, wanting to know the defense of a silly, dilly dilly

Before the hammer comes down, a hero comes home to cajoling by draft-dodgers, gods dig?

In the outside of the inner sanctum, there’s no air to breath so you can suffocate or suck it up

You didn’t ask to be conceived into this life but now that you’re here, it’s all on you, your bag

First Cause you are of everything you do, it’s not your coach or mother’s or father’s fault, see?

Your invisible soul has an indelible memory, you are obligated to be human, what I am to be.

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r j j stephan, I

c. Mardi, August 11th, 2020 A.D @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Ray Charles #TheBirthOfSoul #SoulDeepOne on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/f3AFhSsRyyk }

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FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#InequalityRulesTheCosmos @WARtheBand @TheBeatles @PaulRevereAndTheRaiders3n #NoKarenInTheMix & the @WTOrg

THE MASK, NO SNAKES ATTACHED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, August 10, 2020

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New masks stick to your face’s soft skin or beard, no need for the ear thingies to hang fire

Finally we can breathe freely again without the horrible strings that are always attached

Captain obvious giving the lowdown on the latest crowd control feature, our funeral pyre

Grim news that you may or may not grin and bear, not bare or nekid just a grin detached.

If it’s your custom to cover the nose and lips of the woman, you’ve succeeded as a dove

Eyes are most important when you see what’s underneath them, everyone has eyes’ sin

Which is to look and see what attracts the inner genome to reproduce it’s own, kind of

Or exactly the DNA swarm that evolution adheres to, beauties and beasts of the session.

It might be yellow or blue, plain white or logo of your favorite team or life’s immortal blue

Bottom line is, you keep your carbon dioxide inside of your body when y’all breathin’ slop

You and your hated and loved ones all lived on Earth with viruses for centuries, now too

Games played when you were a Karen on @KarenRecordsInc big time voice of Ginger top.

As a prima face type of argument, full of assumed to be true propositions leading to the Ends

Conclusions both induced and deduced from the morass of minion dribble of word saladings

Performed for the audience of nobody but the getting ready to die, while still alive, my friends

Substance of the murders and killing for your country’s liberty is death of your moms & dads.

Whatever you do, don’t do it without your eyes being open, wide opened to the world of gods

Third World enclave of the mothers and sisters from the West side of Chicago, kill no robots

You and I see the things that matter most to the law abiding, gangs of light feet, Marx gasps

Out or in, off or on, life and death is the serious thing that’s happening, laughing off my asp.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, August 10th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Intelligence of the counterintelligence to name my huge Space and Time matrix, #Duh! This piece achieved while being inspired by The Beatles #BeatlesForSale on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SUQD8MwEOfs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ItIsFinished #NoItsNot

ROCKIN’ HARD BING BONG, JAZZ

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, August 9, 2020

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Dreams I will have or not, come true every single time, no dream means nothing to see here

Astronaut confirmed, something is moving quickly in space and it’s not the Humans of fear

I had a secret but I found out that everybody already knows this fact of life, replicate and die

Or don’t replicate, just live and die in L.A. or Chicago, London or Tripoli trying to get so high.

It’s not my fault that the lame apes are rattling their cages, I hear the commotion loud & clear

For the purpose of being, origin of human DNA is a ghost pretending to work for white bread

I’m begging you to walk along the watchtower without me, a step away from a shot and a beer

Negative interest & neutral power idling, pistons combusting sparks of coitus’ fruit of dread.

Black hole sun, a son of gun, every man’s everything, worries and intentions of the realm

Where and when things happen is right there in front of our very eyes, what we see is film

At 5 or at 10, either way the things themselves wander and wonder about the nature of life

Universe down to the quark, it’s all one and the same, the unknown, it’s all about my wife.

Attempting to forget about the fact that you are dreaming, sleeping in your ma’s father’s bed

Flowers or feathers both softer than the rocky crags of a dead star, Earth’s ground, the dead

Miraculous conviction and blind faith in the Word and the Given, as if Life depends on This

Speech, sounds, songs, sweet nothings in her ear, I am her Father, take my daughter in Bliss.

It’s on the road, the purple and silver projectile of the Greco-Roman spear-gun, a remote rat

Thoughts left over once flesh and bone rotted back into the Cosmic Stew hodgepodge in a vat

I’m alright now and nobody worries about me, no worries, it’s all good, we’ve got this mirage

It seems real, it is not real, it’s an illusion of confusion, it’s what we do, how we roll on stage.

Portions of the broadcast are pre-recorded as opposed to post-recorded, it will never, ever be

Once it’s transmitted into the ether, it’s at the point of no return, there’s no rebate or do over

Everyone and everything is in the same ocean liner, it floats until it sinks, locked in a coffin

Of and for old Davy Jones the monkey and the pirate’s seven seas’ foundation of mortal sin.

Nice to sin in a vacuum where accountability is a no brainer, if you act, you are the bad actor

Once an act is performed, the actor’s responsible for repercussions, slams of Thor’s hammer

Thunder Bear & Thunder God both reign above and below the empty vacuum, it’s all Homer

Comedy and tragedy, my Royce ride, I’m what it’s become, a word-up-Pin, there Is no Other.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, August 9th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Ruptured the fabric of Space and Time this AM, while listenin’ to the mighty #WARtheBand #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hKmGUIM1uAI }

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