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SWINGIN’ CISCO, PONCHO’S BANG

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 5, 2018

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Who eats man or woman, girl or boy? Drivin’ dirty on Tequila, scream, God has no bones

If you get lucky enough not to be killed and extinct on land or in the sea, you find it over here

You and I may have been braver than we thought we’d have to be, so in love together we were

Wake up call every day to go to school, then to work like a fool for fakes and graveyard bones.

Spiders don’t only crawl on Halloween, everywhere in Darkness, it’s a long day spinnin’ web

To snare the prey to survive, masticate for the offspring, beget more kids than Carter got pills

Uno, dos, tres etc, etc and keepin’ it all real here for the progeny who will follow, like a crab

Drum roll for all of the self-esteem you gleaned from the parents and instructors y’all shills.

Trends of practice makin’ it perfect at trumpet, organ or guitar, fingered flat & sharp chords

A man asked me if I wanted to play a divine comedy on the stage with clown performers’ acts

I fell asleep and the dream began, now I’m here, where you’re at, right now, ladies and lords

None of this is our fault or intent, to be or not to be the origin of reality, we’re devoid of facts.

You think and believe that you’re better than the cacti thorns, nosebags full of wise, old hags

Mitochondrion messages from the Twilight Zone’s zombies, dead self-esteem, only DNA flow

Enforced rules of law, easy as pie for 6-6, 260 pound ghetto-rats, funked up, big banger dregs

Holy cow, old Cisco and Poncho arrested me, yea, I bit her arse on the web, comin’ mi amigo!

No knights in shining armor needed when you’ve got drones, poison scones’ & a slab of bacon

Do no good and have no idea what it means to be compassionate, it’s a crock, get on the con

Not that humans aren’t animals but their privileged due to their place on the food chain, fool

Who eats man and woman? The Earth dust annihilates the body of rocks, it’s fighting #Foo!

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 5th, 2018 A.D. @ 1900 hours PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #TheRollingStones new CD #ABiggerBang #RoughJustice & other new HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/D3dKCVMHrCs }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheSonIsGonnaSpeak #RIP @GHWB #BuryBurnEaten

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A PHILOSOPHER’S NED LUD SCAT *

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Wednesday, December 5, 2018

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Destroy everything that Ned Lud’s ancestors built from scratch, y’ALL are cops, alive in hell

From day One, the Luddites are all the white blood cells which attack gods, red blood cells

The only reason is that it is the nature of the thing itself to destroy itself, to wit, Supernova

I am the son of a son of a 9mm, if that bothers you then DO NOT READ ON, it will hurt ya!

Listen carefully without prejudice and until the conclusion is deduced, regard or disregard it

Function of the calculus between our ears, south Chicago or south Texas, Cisco/Poncho chit

If the child is left alone and allowed to be trained by the bandito, you will pay in gold pesos

I Love Humans, some of the gangsters and golden tooth bangers are their own island, S.O.S.

A Luddite is the new Far Left, read the historical record and become enlightened, few fanned

With eyes semi-wide open, you can peek through this crack in the embroidered network dock

Struggle with the aftereffects of knowing what only a few have known, ignorance be damned

Peace of mind no more, there is no reason to rock and roll, it’s all I wanna do, so let it rock!

From the enforcment of the rules of the law to the imprisonment of the maladjusted orphans

With bloody hearts which have been sliced to bits by mean parents, misfits reproduce scuz

Murder allowed if it’s deemed by society as an accidental death, get a good lawyer for the sins

You don’t know like I know, when you see your city in ruins, Chicago ‘68-’69, bowing, thanks!

Back to Ned Lud, Luddite object/subject, enlightened ignoramous’ spirit trapped among us

Now and then you will run across the meaning of your day and night, criminals all fall asleep

You’re not the sheriff and you’re not the guard of my property or my family or my joy, ‘I’ am

Hate & Love, I animate the wobble of Earth’s hard rocks and sweet rolls, I’m Zeus’ hot star!

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r j j stephan, i { ‘Ned Lud’s’ #LittleBoy #FatMan is the header in case you didn’t know it, google it, #FatBoy, #God HERE @https://www.atomicheritage.org/history/little-boy-and-fat-man }

c. FREEZEMBER #TheFiveTwelve 2018 A.D. (12-5-18)

{ *drafted in a VOID where women and men fear to go, my mama sent me there alone but I was able to sneak my iPhone hidden in my arsekrak, listenin’ to Los Lonely Boys link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvkzoqQ5Oak }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#Blues @Rhythm & #WarriorsHeroesDraftDodgers #RIPGHWB

Xxxxxx0xxxxxX

*POTUS41, GOTTA DIE NOW CHIEF!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 3, 2018

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What you did and what is remembered and recollected by the not yet dusted history book

Where your legend is bigger than your wheelchair or your walker, it is time in space’s look

What you’ve seen is what you’ve gotten from the first to the last breath in and out the trap

A pie hole that must do and work with something when not chewing the fruits of the CLAP.

If you can’t believe that the death of the species is two steps away, VD being the species’ foil

Hundreds or thousands of millions, a star’s empty dollars, backed by silver & gold, gas & oil

Culture of your ancestors taught to the empty-headed corpuscles of muscle, a mindless sister

Gutless brothers, fathers of #War’s mothers, expletive deleted, Auburn god’s Dam scammer.

Take a knee and bow your head in honor of the sunset, just a rotation of the spin, it’s all over

A little more quick than one was led to believe, immortal life offered after this mortality lover

Honorable discharge or the General separation of the warriors from the wars, dead teenagers

Alive or dead but wanted by the living, memorial on a rock, scratched grooves, fired embers.

Poor, poor pitiful me, oh whoa is me, I am such an unfortunate ROOT of the tree’s branches

Leaves from the sprouts which produce fruit and nuts, ad infinitum as far as eyes forever see

Nothing left after the being leaves the bones, no proof of any after the facts in the Void of me

Compared to a being in ignorance, an enlightened being is Energy’s Matter of ‘for instance.’

Adam and Eve are the two at fault for this whole shebang of dreams in a burlap bag, not mine

Day and night repeat due to a wobble and spin movement, rotation and orbit, expanding dot

Invisible at first and then microbe by atom’s dead acid, infected with electric kook-Ade brine

You better take a knee, bow your head, close your eyes and peak at infinity, It is All we’ve got!

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 3RD, 2018 AD @ 7:77 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to the mighty @GettyArmstrong radio show on Talk 650 KSTE Armstrong & Getty A&G Armstrong & Getty #VirtueSignaling on line link @https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ } 

W.W.A.R.D. ?