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MONDAY DREAM ON A CUFF LINK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, November 12, 2018

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Forgot my top hat and white gloves, I’ve become nothing perfunctory, infallible or certain

My mind dreams outside and inside of things themselves and there’s electronic confusion

A prison with bars and solid steel doors cannot hold the spirit inside the bones of the Pope

Punks and derelicts all over my dream within a dream, doin’ dirty deeds with AC/DC dope.

Compared to yesterday tomorrow is an unknown, right here and now is past in a flinch

Why your mother and father conceived this life you’ve got, there’s no way to tell for sure

Probably an accidental crash of two heavenly bodies and disqualifying me, a tiny pinch

Putting Smash back in graveyard’s dirt, front of the fence or outback, deity kills the pure.

Beyond the burning fire of atoms in each star in the cosmos, there’s Nothing but fool’s gold

I don’t have any proof any more than anyone has any proof that there’s Life out there, oh Ga

Sisters and brothers mating, fighting, dying for no good reason at all, for the Karma on hold

Wings on my back are in use and I am not coming back to the nest to rest, swamp of the FLA.

Begin the life in innocent ignorance and end the same life with identical wisdom of a saint

Nothing to begin with and nothing to end with, not even a slight reward or rebuke for Evil

Alive is just a girl named Evil A. and that is all there is for real, who is that lady? She ain’t

Peach, apple, bean and animal fat goin’ in and out of the machine, your mama’s on the pill.

Extinction of the species is an act of contrition for being so mean in a garden called Eden

Where the First Lady named Eve, came before Christ’s mass, an anointed elf, Xmas twerp

Presents of unknown intent, to dupe receivers into longing for words up in a fountain pen

Pointed to the quadratic equation and the categorical imperative and I hear crickets’ chirp.

Smell and breathe the burned grass and wood, the pungent odor of dead dirt, a tornado spout

Alive in the fear and loathing inherited from the teachers, professors of faith in an Unknown

Without seeing or hearing the miracle presented, a blind faith is reduced to the only way out

Utter hopelessness, midgets smiling, universal faith in nothing at all, I think I’m overblown.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 12, 2018 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ written while in inbred-audio-mating with the #Marconi on Talk 650 KSTE-AM & the mighty Armstrong & Getty givin’ opine re: gangland killing.....maybe they can learn from the draft of the WW I thugs from the #BigApple back in 1917? link iHeartRadio @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }

 #PulpFiction SOUNDTRACK

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#NothingMatters & #WhatIfItDid #HeardItOnMyRadio #Queen #SteveieRayVaughan #FreddieMercury

#SNAPS, I’sA #dozens ROYAL FLUSH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 11, 2018

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In the middle of dead night up on the north pole’s moguls and snow-blind slopes, I fly above

Everywhere gets no higher than I do, call me bald but I’ve got feathers you can see all my love

A deep blue sea or under fire, smoke, dirt and rock you get buried within a pretender’s spirit

Where the matter of elder dust, asexual copied genes of RNA in the DNA nucleii, you got it?

Now and then the family’s needing some food and comfort in the dark nights, therefore I am

Nothing else to do here and now in the presented past and denied future dirty water scams

Games on the boards and the grounds of being, with the players, the rules and happy ending

Where the beans are counted and the gold is saved in the lead vaults of the planet’s lining.

Outside of this Earth, there is nothing for thousands of miles and then there is rolling rock

Between the emptiness of the Void and the Vacuum, Nothing is left to appear on the block

Staying out of tune for extended periods of time causes malfunctions in the junction, doubt

Only one of them and there are many more behind and ahead of where I stand in and out.

Dizzy up there in the heights of the abscence of everything, you know exactly what I mean

Even if you’ve forgotten your trip from the netherworld into the conceived DNA of a teen

Sudden birth, sudden death in the stars because you cannot blame it on the One sun, ours

That would be a destructive and burning hot First Cause, it would ruin Hollywood stars.

Walks and runs of fame’s fortune and neverending acts of naitivity, ignorance and fake news

From All Fathers without children and Mothers without husbands, you got it, TV-Radio ruses

Bitter people young and old, feeding off of young, helpless and hopeless, down-luck’s dumps

For a jinxed, stoned rock-play, happiness springs and falls, it’s the #TheDonald who trumps.

An appearance on the side of the road with the full metal jackets of your grandmother’s sons

Trucking from sea to sea, from Gulfs to borders of North and South poles of neutrons’ mix

All of our children want freedom and the ability to be civilized in their neighborhood matrix

Here’s the serving of man you waited for, the #Manburger, eagles just runnin’ the #Dozens.

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r j j stephan, i { "blazing", "hiking", "roasting", "capping", "clowning", "ranking", "ragging", "rekking", "crumming", "sounding", "checkin", "joning", "woofing", "wolfing", "sigging", or "signifying" }

c. BLOVEMBER 11, 2018 AD @ 11:11 AM PST

{ DRAFTED b4 the #Daylight was blocked by the For those in the path of the CaliforniaFires Malibu WoolseyFire, #GodBlessYall, & may comfort be in your near future & listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan ‘LIVE’ Montreaux link @ https://youtu.be/S2uMYyAKFvU }

FINIS

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

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 SHE GAVE IT T’ME, O’ER MY #787 *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 10, 2018

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It was in a New York Minute, yeah the NYC moment in time, big apple’s piece of mys-pace

Rode the buses and drove the cars and bikes to and fro, then suddenly, it’s all in your face

Into thin air, gone before I knew it, I had nothin’ but a ROAR noise, lies of what it all was

I’ve forgotten most of what it used to be yesterday, it’s all just an ever-incarnated kill-buzz.

The feet that you and I allow to walk all over us when it’s time to pick on a #Mark, use ‘em up

Truth or lies, how many people are in jail and prison are innocent of the crime of being a pup

Here and now in this present Time in this particular place in Space, watchin’ a ton of sunsets

One more, maybe none, who knows, wrong numbers might’ve been momentary mortal debts.

So, get ready, get set and go, lean to the left, lean to the right, stand up and sit down to fight

Without rocks, sticks or stones, hand to hand, foot to mouth combat until one sees the night

A challenge and a challenger requires a superstition that there’s a reason to be top dog DNA

To spread the genes far and wide, harems of infant incubators to mend the original sin, GA.

Daydreams now and nightmares in the unconscious mix the beliefs with the facts, yielding O

Big zero to cancel the things spelled and written on cave walls and on undersea volcanic flow

Frozen in the middle of nowhere, think twitchin’ and itchin’ outer-spaced, as below, so above

Don’t stop thinkin’ about it, do not waver, don’t think about your pain or pleasure or the love.

Center of your mama’s bull’s eye, when you were the end of the umbilical lifeline, a dot-speck

Knives won’t cut, bullets can’t shoot, fire don’t burn, angels’ wings unto me, all hands on deck

Martyrs for the cause and blank effect of having blind faith in a divinity’s penthouse top-floor

God knows, it’s consternation of a light-speed flight, flyin’ a #787 on LSD, First Cause w#ore?

Gonna bang the best of fatherless children, roam the cities’ courts and fields, all wet dreams

With or without the ethics, the morality of the Golden Rule of reciprocation, Do Unto Others

Rule of Karma known to orphans and queens, from the age of reason unto thy death, buzzers

Other than known facts, you’ll die like others before and after us, coughing Karmic screams.

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r j j stephan, i { *header’s a brand new @Boeing787 that I will buy some day with CASH! }

c. BLOWVEMBER TEN, 2018 AD @ 10:10 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Keb' Mo' #FeverAndItchAllOverAgain & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5L-mbUKOHnY MotherMary & #FatherJoe #HaveMercyOnYall #SameDamnThingAllOverAgain #ForgetAboutTheMessYouWereIn #Whoa ! }

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