#RickRoll #TootsieRoll #LetsRoll

NOT SO FUNNY, HUH? #RickRoll

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 28, 2018

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You and I got to the party after it had already started but nobody was rockin’ the floor

So, the happy ones began spreading the joy around to all brothers and sisters who roar

Star above and below the Mason-Dixon lines, pointlessness, despair from the top’s tip

All the way down to the foundation of Being itself, the matrix unfolds the mystery clip.

Business and pleasure mixed together in one lump sum of things themselves, less or more

Then, as if it’s right now, ending battles with robots and idiots, all too inhumane to the core

Mental and physical ability inherited from the acid, created, evolved, mutated, fortunate son

Who cares about everything? God, that’s the concept of this world, game! How fun? Funny!

Bad brakes can’t stop the momentum of the load, the mass that animates the bones’ marrow

Perfunctory poetry and accident of the genome’s conception and adaption to evolve, be slow

Faster than a speeding bullet and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, just too human

To be or not to be in the middle of the mix, yesterday, today and tomorrow, love in a tin can.

Flyin’ in a circle around in space, revolving, orbiting, wobbling ad infinitum, puttin’, takin’

Until the last gasp and gulp of the gas that made water famous, oxygen and hydrogen ballin’

On and off of the court, to score is to win, to shut out the opponent, to create a long lost loser

One who was winning everything has destroyed all semblance of happiness , middle of Nye.

Thinking gets you so far and then you must leap ahead, blind faith’s bloody, fuschia comin’

Blood! You’re the alpha and omega of whatever you are, alive because Eve bawled my demon

For the bread and water to stay alive in the wind, the rain, the freezing cold and snow of sin

Disobey the master of my behavior, my moral and ethical self, an invisible blue moon’s son.

All of the people, we the people, those people who formed a perfect union of cosmic raindust

From a one cell acid malfunction, mutation and random recombination of macrophage rust

Performance on the track, runnin’ counter clockwise to Time’s elipse in black Space’s quarks

First Cause of God’s Void, original con-game, holy oragasmic cave monkeys, dreamers’ kids.

I got a line on you baby, it’s straight and narrow like the path I tread from dusk until dawn

This will go right to your head and you will become the thinker that I never could be, a pawn

One move at a time, one space or more, diagonal or straight up-down the sixty-four squares

Until the end of the game when check or a checkmate put the #RickRoll on the beaten, losers!

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 28, 2018 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #Boss Bruce Springsteen Gillette Stadium Foxboro, MA. 09/14/2016 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/r42oGK-8lDY?t=1}

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#DropTheTop #NeverEverDrip

 #DropTheTopBaby

SPARKS, FIRE, ODDS IN FAVOR *

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, December 27, 2018

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Hotter than a pistol after ten rounds fired into the bull’s eye where nothing but emptiness Is

Glimpse of the way when blinded by Light in an empty nest where silence annihilates the kids

Dark matter and White Noise permeate the atmosphere both above and below the substances

Water, Fire, Air and Earth mix up the rocks and rolls ‘em around infinity’s ellipse, who says?

Sweetened spots and sourpuss funk in boots all have smoke swirling in past winds of Time

Everything is what the timing is, all of the things themselves and everything else on record

To recollect the data and replay it all for those that missed the trippin’ of their mom’s rhyme

Multiple children from multiple men and just one woman, brothers’ and sisters’ multi-color.

Milkman at your wife’s kitchen door and you’re supposed to roll with sucker punches, kiss it

Love in between us and leakin’ out of the holy holes between your ears, 7 holes from a teat

That is what the reason is for being alive and reproducing DNA to disregard the extinction pit

To be or not to be just because you can, no other reason for being alive, just eat, love, excrete.

You’ll never be awake before you die, death requires awakening, it is inevitable to be the hole

It’s a holy hole or an empty hole but it’s a hole all the same, a place where Nothing is the Soul

In love or not, blinded by light or the darkness, it’s inevitable that you see Truth, you see God

Divine intervention in the perfunctory prayer, lay you down to sleep in astral dust, gas’ blood.

Peering through a pin hole of light, insight invisible, dumb luck alive, blowin’ winds of Time

Gone from the scene in less than a hundred trips around the star, still an insane, lame brain

As it was above and so it is below as well, finite cascade of caskets runnin’ a 208 bone-dash

Skillet of corpses, fried French Englishmen in Italy’s boot, criminals’ gold spot of lead cache.

For no reason other than just because, you are going to die just like me and every other body

It doesn’t matter which species and which time the DNA was processed, it’s all Cosmic Soup

Mixed in a hodgepodge of whatever this and that happens to be named to the #Allstar five

Ball is legal and on the floor, on the field or court and hit or thrown, bounced, full hand-jive.

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r j j stephan, i #TheOddsAintInOurFavor

c. FREEZEMBER 26, 2018 A.D.

{ drafted while listenin’ to Bruce Springsteen - #Uncasville 5-18-2014 FULL SHOW - final show of the tour! link @ https://youtu.be/0nUeKuDjHUU }

 W.W.A.R.D.? 

#SupremeEssenceHeartSoulChi #BabyBabyIDGetDownOnMyKneesForYou #IfOnly...

 I DESERVE A WHISTLE, OLD MAN

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 26, 2018

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Ice cold beer and straight Black Label gets into the boys’ and girls’ skins behind iron curtains

Battles and wars of wills, nobody backs down or gives up light, only the living kill, Fire stings

Freezing on the hot side of the Earth and burning on the frozen side, it’s what a star reasons

Dead and gone, a lost cinder in the scheme of atomic things themselves, microcosmic beings.

Fire and light are all there is, without them life doesn’t animate on planet Earth, a zero sect

From the original burst of energy, a Big Bang and a Silent Whimper become Cause and Effect

Nowhere to run, nowhere to reproduce the DNA ad infinitum in the middle of heavenly soil

Utter complicity with the deceiver of the common and complex, I am here, now I am loyal.

To the father, to the son, to the daughter and the mother from which acid bursts, gods at war

Spinning and wobbling in circles without any reason for being there, just because, that is all

To search the observable, record-able with the tools of the trade, humanity’s straight razor

So be fine, live alive without being two, three or more, all alone in solitary dread to the core.

Function of the metric measure on the number lines of two dimensions produce a 3rd & 4th

On the 5th, whether it’s a full quart or a milliliter less, spiritual flight of the soul’s folk lore

Bird or anything with wings to defy the gravity of the hysterical graves, dug in haste’s odor

Deteriorate and create the things that perpetuate the moves of Mercury’s twilight zone door.

I’ve got your attention now or maybe not but the issue ain’t me to be or not to be, it’s all you

Been the end and the beginning of the lines that go parallel or cross-cross their paths of “Do”

When “Don’t” is the WORD of the day, learned is adaption to change quickly before removed

From thee to thou and there to here, now and then you make a move, being at one, unmoved.

Sudden death and an unexpected accident of Time’s Space conjunction in a parallel junction

Deep in a canyon and far out of a universe in the Void of Being’s mighty surgeons cut of One

Not just one of the ones but The One, you are at least reading about the facts of life for once

Adapted adoption of the machine that I am, I whistle to warn my prey, I’m a loaded six-gun.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER XXVI, 2018 AnnoDomini

{ drafted while listenin’ to 94.7 WLS-FM on the web link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/947-wls-5367/ & listenin’ to some Daryl Hall at Daryl's House Club & The O'Jayslink @ https://youtu.be/BzWRT-PAGQk }

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