#HAPPYFIFTYNINTH 12-17-1959 @DeborahStephan @DavidStephan #TheTwins

TELL ME IT ISN'T IMPOSSIBLE TO BE...

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...THIS'S PHUQYN’ STUPID!  I GOTS A .44

by the G.O.A.T.

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 17, 2018

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Well...I am so sorry to say that I know the end of the statement, let me dot your eyes

You can cross your own tees or go out and play thirty-six holes to the end of the green

Backs all have invisible wings that only god knows that China wants to conquer Guys

There are no guys or gals in China, they will burn all of your history, go #CharlieSheen!

But you won’t, you allow cyber espionage from the Yellow man because you own Bank

There is only one group of people who’ve ever lived on Earth that is safe, The Dead Man

Hundreds of thousands of sets of bones, the animal and plant homegrown here and now

God’s six feet under or sunken in Davy Jones’ sea-yard, undersea fish, chicken and cow.

In charge of banning, the nature of the #Moderator, in charge, playin’ chess with what goes

Like the head of the gang back in the soul’s city where only dark angels do what God knows

Freedom between the poles from sea to shining sea, dead-star dirt becomes an atomic glow

Turning it all around, wobbling the things that go from gravity to graves and onto death row.

Alrighty now and then, you’re born on this day, December 17th, 351 days into the calendar ‘59

But both of you zygotic marvels, D & D were 4 pounds total, incubated twin beauty so, “Fine!”

That’s what our mama used to say when she knew that is was hopeless to change our minds

Story is, one of you was born and the Dr. exclaimed before suture, “There’s anuder in dere!”

Well, the rest is historical, in these days of the twenty first century, “That’s the way it goes!”

Either you get lucky or you don’t, being in the right place at the right time with a tool box

Everything anybody needs is available while above the ground, human beings are God lox

Even holy divine has to eat itself because that is all there is, everything’s love, Gold blows.

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r j j stephan, i { all DEAD-ICATED TO: David Stephan & Deborah Stephan fraternally yours bro & sis! HAPPY BD #59 ! born in 1959, & #59 years old, #BadaBing #BadaBoom }

c. FREEZEMBER 17, 2018 A.D. @ 5:05 AM PST

{ drafted while unconstitutionally yours, listenin’ to morons, idiots and the genii that spawned them on youTube, Drake #GodsPlan #ImUpset & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/xpVfcZ0ZcFM?list=PL3-sRm8xAzY8eG8kh_gjoEaZ-auPlvp8r }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThisOnesForYouPops #MerryChristmas #JesusMaryAndJoseph #SayHighForMe #LipsTogetherAndBlow

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KUNG FU BLUFF, OLD DAZE NEWS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 16, 2018

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Trying to survive in rude, inevitable combat requires a steady, strong will to look for an exit

Woman needs the man, I didn’t create the genome, don’t blame me, it’s an observation, man

Think about where y’all would be without the dark womb nest of your mama, DNA donor fan

I’m among those that realize that The situation is hopeless and impossible to personally fix it.

I could never make a difference in the ethical functions of the DNA, I am only one data byte

Nothing and what I think I came from are similar to the dark womb nest of my mama, yo pop

You cannot make this state of the perception and sensational deposit of our historical blight

We have brought some form of mutant DNA to tabloid of the Alpha’s Omega RNA, hog slop.

Imperial impertinence is transitory, no leader or historical figure is allowed to exist beyond It

What It is won’t be so rude, it’s my fault that the Truth is y’all are random bytes of datum spit

Certainly, it’s necessary but insufficiently suspect to jump the validity of Truth, oh, I am bugs

Not that maybe, from the sky above to the burned out planetary, fake-ghetto hydrogen thugs.

Out of somewhere in the past times brought to the present, a teaching master’s golden lead

Becomes the iron fist of the dream that kills the germs which want to make all of us bleed

To the death we’ll fight to stay alive, eating the Earth’s growth from the thin air of a Vacuum

Once again, ad infinitum, it ain’t my fault either, neither of us are responsible, it’s DNA cum.

Done shot a messenger already? Obviously, I don’t have to flesh out the point, my rude Way

Crystal clear and without a shred of evidence, I am going to stay with my original ‘mama say’

Be a good man and don’t do anything to anyone you wouldn’t want done to you, know You!

Gold, Silver, Cash, flyin’ Bowery ghetto punks kiss all my bums dreams, “Hy-ah! Kung Fu!”

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r j j stephan, i { *fitness, preying #BlackPanther eyes of the header above, you got it! Bite. }

c. FREEZEMBER SIXTEEN, TWENTY ONE EIGHT ANNO DOMINI @ 5:55 AM PST

{ DRAFT while listenin’ to the HITS of #CurtisMayfield #AintGotTime & HITS off of the #SweetExcorcist CD link @ https://youtu.be/n5huRfUgJhY }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheBoss #UnoDosTresQuatro #BackToTheWorld #OnMyOwn #EyeCannotGoHome

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VOWS, PROMISES & BROKE BLOOD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 15, 2018

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Babies conceived of merging zygotes, brothers and sisters orphaned on a kindergarten bus

Not only in love but also in lust, in hate and by accident, still in dawn’s epic dream all of us

I decided that the ignorance I received without payment needs to be repaid anyway, godam

Do you think that epic Space and Time have an independent nature? When you cry, you die!

Not because it’s sad but because it’s inevitable and your mom and dad can’t help it all, none

With or without the forty one shots in your front and your back, you held hands up high, son

Rookie full of squad cars ready for the targets to be real human silhouettes of flesh and bone

US DREAMERS with eyes wide open see that LIVE spelled backward spells EVIL, how fun?

Pain in my heart is no attack or arrest, it ain’t a stroke of luck or a streak of fortune or fame

Glory to sounds of guitars and pianos, the drums and horns, winds of God’s lip, dream game

See all of those people out there in the world with or without you in their view, Xmas whore

From pole to pole and sea to sea, flat earth or globule of water and hard rocks of four score.

Had a hungry heart and then I got a punch in the mouth, hurt so bad, my heart and soul fight

Tried to feed it some lust and some love but some local hero creeped in and said, crack in two

Not only do you know me but you know my ancestors who preceded Presence, mirror #Me2

Already gone to the place evil angels feared to go and when I got back, phuqin’ blinding light.

Drunk now, I think it was the wine or the Kentucky bourbon, my grandpas all nailed it down

Before they left this planet and let their skin and bones become deleted, completed in town

All dark when the sky’s black and stars dot my eyes, letting me be the holy wine, DNA blood

In a shot or two, get the river flowing backwards, gotta earth, wind and fire-dried flood.

Black oaks frying, electric sparks with the buffalo, deer and beaver dam lover hiphuggers

I don’t know what you know and vice versa but I can tell you something nobody else knows

There is truth in the feelings that cause what you think, frogs, amoeba and blown out hearts

Broken down, I myself am staying with saints and devils, EVIL spelled backwards is LIVE!

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 15, 2018 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while watchin’ & listenin’ to Bruce Springsteen full #Leeds concert 7-24-2013 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9FWojTved4k }

W.W.A.R.D.?