#YouGotItInForMeToo #Abracadabra #PleaseAndThankYou

 

c. @FedEx #FedEx - #ABRACADABRA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 7, 2018   #HighNoon

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Rocked & rolled around Earth as long as I could with a bag of beans, boxed of me ‘The Kid’

Planet’s moon was my own space of God’s face, drinkin’ cold beer, whiskey, nothin’ I ain’t did

It's all like that, goin' up n’ down like the boys say, bobbers are in the pond, fish are all alive

Morality has nothing to do with it, there is no reason to get all crazy about it, son, gimme five.

It absolutely had to be there yesterday or you wouldn’t have c.FedEx’d to Oshkosh or Prague

Therefore the monster that has been created from a need to move faster, has begotten Plague

An astonishing attempt to extinguish the species genome meets with feigned hopelessness

It appears there’s really nothing at all to this life but tracking airbills endin’ heaven’s bliss.

Parents have handicapped children and non-handicapped children, they teach them the same

Right from wrong makes sense, wordup and all but eliminated the improbably and unlikely

Left with a reasonable deduction or an indignant attitude toward the holders of Truth’s scam

Chain of fools do what fools on the slide, slope from 30 to 60 degrees with moguls, I’m shifty.

Koo-Aid on the coldest third of September on record since the 1800’s, hits the spot of Truth

Where it hid was right inside the heads of preachers and saviors, just a grouchy tiger’s tooth

Koo-Aid on the coldest third of September on records, tapes ad cyberspace 1800’s libations

Vacation forever after workin’ for the golden calf and the golden Won for thirty revolutions.

Apes, snakes, worms, fish all work together to avoid the species’ extinction of God’s bloopers

Whether other planets in this or other galaxies have living things seems unlikely, oh, no fun

Out of the black or the blue, some discs and saucers will come from star-ships with troopers

Only the lonely know what it means to be alone in space, now and forever's All in, I’m at One.

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r j j stephan, i { #BlackKnightInShiningArmor & deal & just #Roll }

c. FREEZEMBER 7, 2018 A.D. #aDayThatWillLiveInInfamy

{ drafted while listenin’ to the NEW #ABiggerBang cd of THE ROLLING STONES #OhNoNotYouAgain & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Pr2v8vVTNnE?list=OLAK5uy_nJFrbicBFHnKmuTAOVSottPTRyAn09tEM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

TWO HUNDRED & EIGHT BONES on the stage OF FRICTION & GRAVITY @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

GOIN’ ALL PERISTALTIC WRATH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 6, 2018

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To the salute of all of our groovy girls, mothers’ dealers’ rapists, papas of my grandfathers

Without whom, we do not take our first or last spirit’s breath, news of fake fear down here

I play 2018 AD recordings of trumpeting blues of old Davis of Miles’ empty dipsy dumpster

For myself and the Others, cousins, sisters, brothers, I’m only a mighty wee-boy youngster.

Of the nature of our septic system, holier than a sewer’s ecosystem, I am a blind skeptic
Recycled after all is said a he last straights, dire ones tryin’ to get what you really want
From he exploding supernova big bang bong Verde leaf and stem, a wishing well font
Smoke's fire filling us with happy desire for static’s blue fire, in hell’s overwhelming sepsis.

Walk the Earth, on the hard filthy dirt goin’ down, gassed, choked, grey stud steeds
The softness of the liquid gas of Christ's mind and his OP Levi folktales of done deeds
In oneness, afar from the particles of matter preceding atom & the disobedient atom
Charm, the beautiful good, bad and ugly, play it again Sam, ad infinitum, #gitsome uh, no.

Playing the notes of octaves to the lone, irregular #FakeNews heart attackin’ code blue
There is nothing but what it is to be a human, just short of human, a mutated Z-chump haze
In my case, just a man, an outsider pretending to be under your thumb’s print, fight foo
To be an ape, god or man, one and the same, son of a son of son, Renoir artiste out-of-phase.

There can be no escape to your mother or wife, they’ll never guess what you know, forever
They comfort us because they love your night dream, when you’re asleep and never awake
But this factoid is far beyond their scope, your fear, beyond hope of good or evil, love to make
They can’t repair the riff of rainin’ dope vibes, full of the bloody energy on this 12th of never.

Bloody song of regret, of blues arranging singing in the atomic fallout, gold and silver reign
Hiding moon’s light and rays of the fired-hot sun, reflected con job drippin’ honey in my bed
Going home to mama won't work when in the fire, there’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Playing with fire, looking for that lost, total joy, cream dream of hard rockin’ sea of the dead.

F I N I S // #ExitStageRight

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r j j stephan, I

c. FREEZEMBER sEx, Two Oh One Eight A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST { drafted long ago in a #thumbdrive from #cielo, up above, so below, it’s alright now & while listenin’ to Prague, Czech Republic #NoFilterTour The Rolling Stones on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dsHObJnTKJQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FrozenBonesUndercover #LostDirection #LostMyHome #AllAlone

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.?