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WHAT’S MY STORY, DEAD FISH #151

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 8, 2018
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When you had found yourself swimmin’ with the fishes, it was a bit too late, breathe it all in

It’s all about the fun baby, beating hearts in this form of animated flesh, a skinny, blue boner

Regardless of tall tales told, mythological salve, Truth distortion of anthropmorphic jinn

Live, continuous coverage of the paramecia and amoeba swimmin’ in the wake’s uncool air.

Cocky, absolutely sure scuttlebutt like magic writing on the wall, more scat, let’s all be fair

Perfectly fine from one to nine, ad infinitum, such as we are, a WTF Supreme Being’s error

One of the mortal or venial or possibly an original malfunction, a freak of natural sharkskin

Godhead hid in a Marxist dreary, proletariat gobbledygook, rock poundin’ sand in Pei-king.

A freak show on the stage in front of all the blind men who cannot see the light all night long

This will not be easy but it won’t be complicated either, just wait until the #EndOfDays bong

Fire it up and listen to the music rock and roll down the mountain’s flow of volcanic ashtrays

Dreams of boys and girls dashed in geography and history classes, attention to #Ends daze.

Group of morons and idiots over here in front of your eyes, your dreams’ve become such fun

To become what should have never been yet the present is what it is, exploded aster debris

Ground pounded the water leakin’ out of the blue watermelon vine, 100 % Grade A and #1

Watch this my friends, go fishing at the lake or down by the river, even middle of the ocean.

A flowered, silver dream makes golden smiles in me, something the folks gave me, #Liberty

It came from out of nowhere, like a shooting star in the middle of the pitch, black night of ‘G’

Faded DNA solution of electrons and neutrinos of the #BigBangSpawn, inbred one, god-Sun

A joker’s quantum broken heart’s all alone, no spades, clubs or diamonds, drinkin’ #151Rum.

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c. BLOWVEMBER 8TH, 2018 AD @ 11:11 AM PST

{ #WORD squeezed out of #Lemons given the #Occult nature of the origin of being, while listenin’ to Jo Dee Messina #HeadsCarolinaTailsCalifornia & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/78rdaVuzRSE }
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MY SWEET ICE TEA, HONEYBABY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 6, 2018

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Eyes of sweet honeybees’ dark trash excellence aflowin’ two hundred eight bones, my godson

Wanted to be immortally mortal but that contradiction in existence could never come to be

Neither are you alive nor dead, in #Limbo just like every other living thing, oh anointed One

Retreat from the battle of eating or being eaten, burned or buried on a hill or in the blue sea.

Aw heck, red necks and wine, all but certain that the ultraviolet and infrared waves all dig me

Nine lives of the cat ain’t nothin’ but a legend, I am on my nineteenth still, waitin’ for twenty

Ice code of my ponies of Bud is pour it down the hatch, in this order, 1, 2, 3, nothin’ but fancy

Don’t say nothin’ once I’m fadin’ into a back wood of my foggy bottom bog, rockin’ ain’t free.

Horses in the carriage or under the hood only gets you to the end a bit quicker, wrinkled face

Around a track or treadmill, around and around, step by step, we’re a GD groggy human race

Rocks and Stars both below and above the pontoon or off of the shores and banks of the pond

It makes little difference to the dead men and their hands in my pockets, law’s order my son!

All we did was show our faces out of the holy darkness of our Origin, mamas’ inner sanctums

A condition of logic and reason that you arrive right here and now, up and down Sonny’s suns

I and only if you look like a loving reproduction of the mothers’ fathers, all natural selections

From the whole set in the domain, the party ends when I say so, diameter, radii and my sins.

Ultimate radio show on dead air, the last day you get to play here and now, smoke ‘em dead

All of the unheard philosophy, dusted words, phraseology all misleading, a jacked-up thread

You and I really don’t care, scared, it doesn’t really matter, there’s nowhere else to live it alive

Hombres guzzle Grapo and Tequila-lime Space’s Time drunk, I took the 5th, now I just drive.

Not driving a car or a truck, no bus or train, no airplane nor jet, mere model of skin and bone

From zygote to ancient scent of #BadSmells, like the city you were spawned from, corn pone

There were the priests and nuns, the prowlers and molesters at large, busy and side streets

Catholics and atheists mixed up into a huge spore of pre-star fodder, not ready Earthen Sun.

When the time is right, when nobody sees it coming, the forest fires will ignite the Hydrogen

Blue sky for your eyes only were only in the presence of the past, out of time without a future

Where I was and where you were just before conception and gestation, that is the question!

It ain’t my fault like William Shakespeare suggested it to be, eh? Blame it on FrancisBacon!

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOWVEMBER SIXTH, 2018 TUESDAY @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the The Osborne Brothers & other fodder you will <3 span=""> like Blake Shelton etal on youTube links @ https://youtu.be/E5RDEXpc8OY?list=RDJXAgv665J14 & https://youtu.be/kkoT1nZOexY?list=RDJXAgv665J14 }

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SOME #WIPEOUT NEWS FOR YOU

 

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Monday, November 5, 2018

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Just in case you forgot or never knew in the first place, you have a lease here and it’s up

You never have to worry about which way is up though, it’s the other way of falling down

I still have thirty-two teeth and in impeccable wardrobe, ask any haberdasher, he’ll stop

Just to comment on the nature of this picayune beast of burden, I saw a lot, a lion robot.

Utter nuisance to think for yourself, yet you must, praying to your creator will not reverse it

Species that avoids extinction rises to the top of the food chain, they do not eat one another

Top Dog species is in a safe place as long as the Earth spins or wobbles on it’s axial revolution

In orbit around a burning lump of burning gas, a star called our Sun, the immortal One son.

Pink and purple in a circle of origins and destinations, where and when we are, here and now

Snakes in the field of my nightmares and daydreams, I invented the slither and hiss to blow

From the origin of the first light in the darkness, first blink hammered the nail on the head

A crying baby’s a threat to world peace, Earth’s a burned-out star of dirt and rocks and US!

This is ALL THERE IS, no heaven in space or outside of this Presence, this Present time, now

Tomorrow or yesterday’ll NEVER exist to anyone on this planet, that’s a whirling Windmill

After the baby’s schooled and merged into the genome, it begins it’s entry into a Hades’ haze

To discover that Ground of Being is an energy depleted, oil and gas burned out star as well!

Looky here now, we will either agree to disagree or become lost ‘ants’ with no god-compass

Whether you are a bug without a name or a human being, an orphan with no self guardians

Corpses continue their entry into the hands of the Void between the black, blind spots of y’all

Nothing is further from the Truth of the nature of reality itself than my own consciousness.

You have NO SOCIAL SECURITY, when the population decreases, you’re left with a whore

Therefore, the non-participating realm are too uninformed about the reformation to fix it

War and battlefield death will decrease the young population as well, they will not need SS

To fix social security, #ThisMeansWar, war IS the answer to #Everything, All HAIL #Thor.

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r j j stephan,i

c. BLOWVEMBER FIFTH, 2018 A.D.

{ draft prepared by #Scratch in a dream downloaded to the #MuseOMine while I typed on the Kboard to the fine jams of my #BrotherFromAnotherMother Carlos Santana on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0EW80BwB9mQ }

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