#Girls #Girls & more #Girls #SpeciesSurvival @MotleyCrue #Gadzooks

GADZOOKS #5, EDGE OF A GHETTO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 10, 2020

---------------- #SkipARope ---------------

My mama and my gramma told me not to cuss and swear but I listened to my uncle’s Word

My father only cussed under his breath, he said shyt once and then apologized to a free bird

Clean words and tight lips are not the Word from my gullet for when the sun goes down I did

Get down with the lingo that only I can comprehend without explanation, a cornucopia of Id.

Filled in the blanks with the correct spelling and logos meaning the thing itself, we on the lam

Without me these muscles and bones don’t move an inch, no millimeter without me, can’t be

Colored TV’s and Bose stereos and complicated log rhythms of the scales of the concerto jam

Picked your brain when you were on my mind and that was always the way we did it, for free!

Scum of Earth, Mars, Venus, Mercury and Uranus not to mention Saturn, Neptune or Pluto's

Common man and common woman making a big thing out of nothing, it’ll come to low blows

You’ll have no memory of ever being on the planet sooner than later, next century you’ll see

It’s never all about you or me, it’s always about the unknown, liberty of the Unknown, to be.

Trees and weeds grew all around me for decades, I ate them, smoked them, I wore them too

Naked ape was too cold to survive in zero degrees Celsius so the he and the she, turned blue

Frozen unto death while in perfect health, alive and dangerous to other species, food of Man

We are the ones who are left all alone, here, now, forever or at least unto death’s angel scam.

What would you do if you weren’t here with me anyway? Nothing. I thought so, it’s the Truth

Where in the holy hades of the philosophical jargon is the Truth? After all’s said in the dump

Complicated simplicity, you are all The One’s ghost, neither her, him, them nor any forsooth

Only you, singularity of 1, McFly too HIGH with me, go home now, #FlyOnTheWall, JUMP!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday 10-10-2020 @ 10:10 AMPST

{ Crumbled from my innards’ canards WITHOUT prejudice, it’s pure creative juice from the cosmic slop of the #WholeShebang while listenin’ to AC/DC #FlyOnThyWall link @ https://youtu.be/5BWJOETwIGc }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HowMuchLongerWillItBeNow? #VoteEarlyVoteOften2020

 

GOT ANY FUNK LEFT? NO, NONE!*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 9, 2020

----------------- #GotABeadOnYou -----------------

Fearing Nothing because it’s the nature of the beast I am and was baptized to be or not to be

Spatial awareness is all you and I have for certain, other than that, it’s all conjecture & scree

No validity or rational thought leading to induced deductions, withholding allowance so droll

This here and that there, the things themselves that amalgamate in all of our life’s one goal.

Parrots repeating the same old story to the image they perceive as someone who cares man?

Your mama won’t roll with all current affairs of cyberspace, viral event of one, Wuhan, China

Get some snacks for the trip, it’s gonna be a long one and you’ve got to stoke the energy party

This is no time for sergeants, we need generals & admirals to command the 3 branches’ fans!

What is at stake is everything under the sun, the moon, planets and Terra Ferma, my Godzilla

Mirrors distorting the matter here and now in Time and Space, that’s crucial to a fake saga

Of men, rats and mice who hide from the predator while hunting for easy meals in the hood

Spent my entire cache on the meat and bones of the latest prey, I thank the gods for foo-food.

Neon moon shined the night I was conceived, my mother smiled at my father months before

He knew what she didn’t know, how hard the labor is with your first born One, open a door

For Richard, that’s the song, that’s right for this trip down the road to perdition, I’m walkin’

Uptown until I got to go downtown, doin’ the do, what I’ve got to do, it’s a matter of frackin’.

People got a long stride on to the end of their born days but they think that they’re immortal

Forever isn’t as far away as you might have thought, once you get to It, it’s a one way portal

Purpose for an accident or two on the highways and bi-ways or even off-road, there is None

Destination for bodies of bones once their in rigor mortis, regardless of beauty, it’ll be done.

Screamin’ and moanin’ for the pacifiers you got in your infancy, Philadelphia One and done

Takin’ your whole time line of your ego’s consciousness from birth to right here in the kisser

Seeing the perception and recollecting it for future reference is a necessary condition pisser

Death comes with replicating DNA, higher ground of an ape-monkey, Mr. Omega, I’m One.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is the First & the Omega, #FightForFreedom or #DieTrying

c. FRIDAY, ROCKTOBER 9TH, 2020 ANNO DOMINI @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Jammed out of my craw while listenin’ to some The Spinners #RubberbandMan on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KSMVflSBKx8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CannotFindAFriendOrALight #MusicInMeHead #SoPoliteStillSayinPlease #OneDanceLeft #DontGiveUpNow

PINK, PUNKS & ONE ATOMIC SHIFT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 8, 2020

/]/]]/]/]/]/]]/] #GotAReasonToLive #CominHomeBaby /]/]/]/]/]/]/]/

For the sake of BEING, nothing and no one in particular, everything in the whole shebang

Complicated and simple at the same Time in one Space, above and below the unholy Void

All of the words that signify the things themselves are in one ear and out the other, it sang

Continuity of the incoherent is about all that anyone can determine to be, isotopes of Tang .

Abstract concepts of comfort being in the immediate conscious awareness that God’s dead

Magic of the wands and spells, myths and mixtures of pretend powder of ground ashen bone

Languages begin with subjects and formulate action of signified forms, shadows on the wall

Moving on their own, nothing to eat or drink, to animate is the Way of all the rocks that roll.

Tops of mountains which are the result of the big bang that created the sun and moon above

Have a huge hole with emptiness down to the top of red, hot molten lava, the hell is it, love?

Here, now the sun’s bit of world-flower, spark-smoked to pretend that living is All we can be

When indeed, it appears to be a process of fading away to nowhere and nothing’s Singularity.

Decommissioned and sent to the boneyard where the elders retire and waste their fake daze

Eyes still wide open without a purpose or need to apply wisdom to causes of creepy effects

Heavenly bodies never seen or felt in person, in abstract, theoretical phenomena of Sex

Explaining to the ignorant and naïve that reason and logic are better than hysteria’s haze.

Pride in the collection of cats in the jungles and caves is all there is, the rest is but an illusion

To kill and eat or be killed and eaten or just buried whole or blown away, under bars, mounds

That is all there is, this universal law of our particular ilk down here on fake, fertile grounds

The day or night I cease to allow my heartbeat to spark the electrons of my brain, it is done!

Here’s the philosophy of the calculus, the algebra, geometry, trigonometry & pi unknowns

One to infinity, analyze the concepts, give the examples to illustrate the irrefutable up downs

It goes up and it must return to the only place it can go, to the groundless being in a thump

Tons or grams weigh everything into the One virtue unit, the Good, God’s backwoods dump.

finis

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, ROCKTOBER 8th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listening to #20000LeaguesUnderTheSea 11 1/2 hours of Jules Verne link @ youTube @ https://youtu.be/p8Kh1wVDbaY}

@WARtheBand #WhatThePhuqRU? #JonnyLang @WAR @PRINCE #ALLSTARSmagnifico

RUPTURED AND EMPTY YET HOLY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 7, 2020 

******** #DontBeAGerkoff ********

All we have in mind and all we’ll ever have, it’s all you’ve got, me too, that’s it and that is all

Complete Truth for the essence of the Lie, meaning nobody knows anything about Man’s fall

If it was all good, not much to do, if it wasn’t we’re evolving pieces of dope, a matter of breath

We can mutate the gene pool and select for the immortality gene and then live without death.

Form of shape and atoms of matter become all there is until they dissolve into the cosmic pea

Vibrato from one tone to the next, bottom to the top of the scale from A, B, C to G arpeggios

From above and below the thin lines of the atmospheric pressure and mysterious creation

Mean mind can’t follow the subjects acting on the objects, manufacturing more predication.

Shut down but still ready to hang ten on the next wave, it’s comin’ as sure as the sundown

Sharks comin’ in for snacks and I can see them surfin’ the edge with me, near my bit of bone

Shooting for the sky and way out of my mind, never thought of printing the genius’ logic

Lost in cyberspace, holy nowhere at all to survive on a hard drive’s software, lost it, tragic!

You should know better and you do but you just ignore the power of the wisdom, pretending

To be or not to be in charge of whatever happens to you, day in & out, ad infinitum badabing

Ma and pa did what they could since they were just kids themselves, evolved into naked apes

Still without common sense, unearthly aliens left it behind the rock-deep, fake purple drapes.

Trippin’ over the feet and impasses that the 64 squares allow, my King’s hushed by the Queen

Moving on up or gettin’ down with it, as long as you know the Ends are still comin’ in poraids

Don’t let on that you’re aware that the whole shebang will end before anybody knows it came

No wind and no rain, no revolution and no animation at all, the cartoon ends, the song fades.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, ROCKTOBER 7TH, 2020 ANNO DOMINI @ 4:44 PM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to PRINCE JAZZ FUNK 1977 LORING PARK SESSIONS 77 link @ https://youtu.be/cOc2MzvqbN0 }

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PrinciplesOfAPrincipal #RIP*EddieVanHalen #CDCfudgeDataStacking #Faucisms

A THEORETICAL GHETTO, ‘BRO’!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 7, 2020

--------------- #JumpBackJack ---------------

Nobody is my actual sisters’ brother except the three left from papa & mama’s rhumba womb

Pumpkin punks pointing to the pros and cons of blind faith in the theories of unelected bums

Who look out for their own as we all would but in evil ways, can’t change them, on a holy roll

Unafraid to pronounce words of any language, sounds meaning signs of being in a black hole.

Pole to pole, air, land and seven seas this spinning and wobbling is going to the God’s head

Psychiatric analysis of psycho-somatic trips of our mothers and fathers who dropped dead

To be or not to be here and now, the debate is between an idiot and a moron, droppin’ dimes

Pouring on the sugar whether cane or brown can bring utopian Ends before the good times.

Missing in action or just obliterated into flesh and bone dust, boys and girls died in world war

Battles to decide who is right and who is wrong, who is a reasonable not an illogical dinosaur

Come on man! Be the ball or you know what? Just get off of the court, sit on the back bench

Younger than ten, smaller than a human gnat, baby ghetto rats fulfill the white trash stench.

How many times would you prefer to go through the same motions to get the identical result?

If you live more or less than a hundred years you’re more fortunate than you know, it’s occult

You are bankrupt because you kept your parent alive and now your parent’s debt is your own

Where there’s a will, there’s a way, they shoot horses & this is one’s for the boys’ blown bytes.

For the memory I can’t recall because I forgot about “the thing” at childbirth, ah so traumatic

But you all know “The Thing” I’m talkin’ about, I am trying to signify the form of automatic

Pretenders coming ahead and behind me but that’s the nature of the beast, naturally you see

High or low priests who transform the miraculous into the mundane, carpet bombing spree.

Don’t be a doobie brother every time when it’s the Time and Space for listenin’ to the music

I am mixed and I am clearly the essence of constancy, an uncertainty principle of the sick

The tired of being and the idiot savants on radio waves who know it all, glasses fogged up

Blame it on the governor of your state, blame it on the doctor who advised the world’s cup.

Liars, cheaters, thieves who rule the roost from the eyes and ears of morons who speak smack

You know who you are, yeah you, reading this before you put it down, feeling so guilty Jack!

Put your mask on and shut your mouth up, fear the reaper as you always should have, moron

You’re the moron down mind’s ghetto, a nincompoop or goofball, you’re a number 1, 7th son!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, ROCKTOBER 7th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 10:10 AM Pacific Standard Time

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Van Halen jamz on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Bg1UG0GwIKc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#2025 #GetReady #VoidCollapseChineseEyed

GODS HELP CHINA’S KUNG FLU

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 6, 2020

---------------- #CheckOnYourQueen ---------------

Who has the power to silence free speech from Jersey to Utah? Who can shut down dead air?

Ruling in the face of naked apes, chagrin spreads from ear to ear, in any case, it just ain’t fair

All you need is love and not the Will To Survive, love will keep you safe in holes of a silkworm

Shadows on the wall moving in one direction, Nothing ala thing, unseen matter with no form.

Here’s your faith, your hope and your charity that I give to you for free, take or leave the falls

Sprung ahead to the future in every step you take, It won’t change at all, might float or sink

It’s imperative to comprehend the conclusion based upon squares’ propositional rubber balls

In a league of it’s own, you have the Free Will, a multiple choice or you may fill in the blank.

Defunct funk coagulation of the cream of the tree crops, Scout Cookie, Cherry strong wraps

Mixed sanguine inheritance from continental Singularities in progress of expanding collapse

Seized arms, seized hearts, seized land by the Greco-Roman deity and the Egyptian Thoth

Perfection and annihilation of the titillation, to force obedience to the commands of Goth.

Physical self-defense is a fine exercise, keep it honed and ready & shut up barrier electronics

Formula for the survival of the most fit and able to protect their goods and DNA living tricks

All for the One, Many will mingle without a purpose, on a rampage in the light’s wisdom tree

Pumped hearts’ muscles, holy blood evolved from sacred heart of One, supernova Singularity.

Scam the H2O manifestations of animated, evolved bones of cavemen and amoeba’s RNA

Easy to perceive the relationship of shapes and sizes relative to the perception of light day

In the freezing heat and darkness of the night, from pole to pole, the trip is it’s all been said

Nothing more to see or hear, taste, smell, hear or think about, brainless, mindless, we Dead.

Decaying matter is a natural occurrence, #Dude! You’re Nothing at all in Time’s third eyes

Luck, fortune, strong will to power and humility lead to the Oneness of a golden mind of jin

Silver dreams right here and now where my soul’s lifted beyond powder blue or cloudy skies

Fit through a pin hole’s point of a thread I hung onto for dear life, conceived, deal, I’m all in!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, ROCKTOBER 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 12:12 PM PST

{ #ConspiracyTheoreticals & #CategoricalImperatives are in your DNA, don’t worry and just be happy, it’s all there is, happiness! #LifeIsJustAPassingParade off Carlos Santana #Oneness on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kDGUC6pv6LM }

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Testification * #FoolsPunksCranks @BobDylan #ISIS #GlanceStareConsummation

SURFIN’ ON A BYTE OF SYMPATHY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 5, 2020

----------- #ComingIntoQueenPyramid -----------

No sympathy from the leftist monkeys and ape-like humanity of dysfunctional muck’s scree

Completely full of the excreted transformations of matter and form, absorbing life’s spree

From the fun to the pain and suffering of tragedy and even comedy if you laughin’ my papa

It is the thing itself that moves the things, the form moves the matter, spirit’s soul of mama.

Here’s a radical thought, we’re all gonna die one day without knowing which day it will be

Fair or not, it is the way it is, my father told me so, my mother died the day I was born free

Honesty is a lonely word but it’s got friends from the olden days, they are dead and all gone

Remembering the ways and means of passing Time in this Space, singing in a twilight zone.

Mumps, measles, poisons of ivy and oak and the rest of the viruses and petri dish of a bird

I know a little about it and I guessed the rest because I had no choice, it’s a code of the word

Bombshells and arrowheads do what they’re designed to do, appropriate the love of mother

Being inside or outside of the globule of Earth and it’s atmosphere and stratosphere father.

Power of the confidence men and women, we the people of the forgotten states of not being

Fortune is a myth, intention of the will to power, to survive on Earth at all costs, lay dying

As the ones who have jokes about the nature of life and death are censored by comedians

Guffawing about subtle humor and slapstick theater, LOLs of all maniacal fanatic citizens.

Give me whiskey and my faith in the gods that came before the Greeks and Romans, wayback

Regardless of your view regarding things you see in front of your face, This Here Is All, Jack!

Welcome or not, you’re deep inside The Machine, your free will is all gone, formatted in sin

You got what it takes baby, two lips and a fine body, I think I’m in love, my heart’s a cookin’!

Hey now, we’ve got a minute or two to lay down the boogie because it’s not allowed any more

Governed men and women try to dance without the music and can’t groove to any heavy beat

Drums, guitars, horns, strings, voices’ songs all give up the spirit to the Still of The Twilight

Love comes out and strokes the silence and darkness of starlit somnambolistic 3rd eyesight.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, ROCKTOBER cinque, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to an hour of #DooWop HITS IMHO on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DdWQyeAH0Ig }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CountyOfTheWeek @Armstrong_GettyRadioShow #COVID19 is #AllTooHumane

SKIPPY’S SHELLS, DRAGON SMOKE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 5, 2020

-------------  #CoppedOutForever -------------

Ill illusions and perfect comedy from idiots burned out of morons’ eggs of the fatherless feets

Staunch follower of the end of time and space, twisted to Time and Space’s human backseats

It hurts and it feels good when it’s all over, we are in the middle of the best day of our life, yes

No other way to see the Truth than to take blinders off and be innocent again, be a GD pest!

If you are the last one of the species on Earth, enjoy your last days, Yogi bear comin’ you tools

All of the progeny of the ones who came before you and I, will be both dead and gone forever

Only pictures and words before the entire solar system supernova’s itself, collapsing the fools

Nothing to eat up in the woods & hills, in the mountains and valleys, #DaBears wanna share.

Funk and garbage have the stench to attract the hungry and forlorn stinkers who need water

Can’t take a bath or a shower when you’re homeless and far away from riverbeds of mother

Soap and shaving the hair off of the skin reminds us that we’re more than smoke and buds

Dead and gone ancestral lines, nowhere to be found, their essence swallowed by Void gods.

Everybody on Earth on all seven continents on all seven seas, near the rivers & live streams

Live but will die because it’s the nature of Life, to live then to die, both in violence’s creams

Coming alive in a darkness is very traumatic, a light flash at birth causes total amnesia, lame

Nothing remembered from the past before breathing, last breath no doubt is One & the same.

Fame & honor will be in the dirt like your male appendages eventually, drink more #151 rum

Finished after much ado about absolutely nothing but the viral and bacterial infections scum

Vote for me, for you or for both Us & Them, either way in any case, all in your holy, godhead

As a nut twisted on a stripped bolt, screwed around your mother’s opulent, empty, deadhead!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, #Rocktober Five, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST #ShellShocked

{ Drafted while in the wake of listenin’ to the mighty Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 06:00 - 10:00 AMPST & DURING COMMERCIALS ONLY, listenin’ to HARDY #Rednecker in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/Sn2RBKPMpU0 & Kenny Chesney #WhenTheSunGoesDown link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ oh & then watchin’ the massive collection of Rocky & Bullwinkle link @ https://youtu.be/HSlUxiDt4Nc }

#AllTooHuman - @Nietzsche

 

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BethDittoRocks you'll see! #WaterDriedUpUnderTheBridge #CheriPie & #GirlScoutCookies #EveryMeal

CHERI PIE & GIRL SCOUT COOKIES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 4, 2020

--- PorCrepeSuzette!   #MonDieu!  ---

Glad you asked, I would like an Espresso with an extra shot to take me further out than Time

Time, I had a feeling, Word, usually meant ignition and momentum yielded this fake rhyme

A scat storm from Hades retained nothing but the foul air of the Void’s scent of Woman face

Suns don’t rise or set, we whirl and wobble without a care until it’s too late for you in Space.

Gods take all your dough back when you die, all the time spent accumulating wealth’s debt

Communists and Capitalists trapped in the rat’s maze, left by aliens or random chances chit

All in for the game that seems to be like Sorry or Monopoly, it ends and begins again, infinity

Common ground upon the center of the Earth, above and below is One and the same, affinity.

Complete variables equal to a constant that can’t be interrupted with change, better or worse

Once and always, all that I’ve needed since the zygote stage of being, through gestation, gone

Up to the tip top of the highest mountain, I could climb it or die trying, I’d give up the ghost

For you and only you, my true love, I searched through the muck and the mire, boy I was lost!

Feeling things I never felt before and I got my muscles strong, got my mind runnin’ on all 8

Trinity of cylinders would’ve sealed my fate date if left to bleed out all alone at heaven’s gate

My baby, my girl, my life, my world saved and filled with a boy’s joy that only drinks booze

Triple shots, California CherryPie & Girlscoutcookies’ smokin’ love’s overblown, taffy blues.

Sex multiplies the species’ genome, with or without the morality or ethics of Einstein or Plato

Utter nonsense in front of your blinded eyes that cannot handle any more enlightenment flow

Cutting to the chase, one vote matters as much as water under a bridge, nothing left to fishes

Sweet they may be, leftover 6 strings, tramp-bums’ boozer Nothings are squirts’ dirty dishes.

Pencil me in to your purple haze, neither too far nor too near my exploding singularity’s dot

Confirmed with the communion’s confession and baptism, marriage, divorce, remarried hot

As it always should have been but the way of the world is not my choice, it is my intent to be

One man in a struggle, without magic spells, in hell-fire loving the good, the bad & the Fugly.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 10-4 -2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 Ante Meridien

{ Completed listenin’ to Franz Liszt https://youtu.be/FT36za3Gyos#HungarianRhapsody#2 in honor of George Soros & the #Mouskateers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FT36za3Gyos }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?