#TooMuchWaterInTheWell #MuleIsKickinInTheBarn #OohMoeListen #GoodbyeNormaJean @EltonJohn

FOUR AND TWENTY BLACKBIRDS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 10, 2019

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Camp-town races raped the Ego’s of doo dah, doo dah, it’ll get you a cross look, as if, my God!

Boy or girl, man or woman, you will die eventually after years of refreshing solar Texas oil

It’s not my fault that it’s the way it is, I am just the messenger who sometimes is the tinfoil

Of the morons in cages, like lions and tigers, to keep the children separated from Evil blood.

That is the reverse of Live, this Evil is spelled as if it’s independent when it’s not, it’s alive

In the matrix to tweet on the boards and books of the Face, to my friends and foes beehive

Where the buzz of the hornets elevates to an unacceptable decibel and crushes all Hope

Baseless and empty Faith in the Love for your own and every other species of life’s Dope.

Your head on the Frédéric Chopin block with my own, just another pretty face right over here

Here’s a kiss on your forehead, far from your cheeks and lips to avoid misconstrued #Cons

Which you and I perform on a regular basis from first sun up to sun down, bowin’ to #Pros

When you can’t beg or pay for another moment in Space and Time, Nothing’s what I Fear.

Inevitable dream within a dream, pointed out by Poindexter and Penelope, pigs are the hams

From first enculturation of my DNA by nursery rhymes to my own invaluable wordsmithin’

I have been programmed in behavioral responses to environmental cues, I’m All expeditin’

In the #ends, it is pre-death illusion of the hopeful lovers comin’ in a Clash of Gods z-dams.

Reincarnate what? Memories of justice and irrationality? In another body down the road?

You must be insane and the origin of this universe is the beginning of this matrix of blood

Flowin’ inside our hearts even when the souls are disconnected and all alone, it’s a metaphor

Really, factoids’ #FakeNews will free your mind and some #Id will follow, dangerous armor.

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r j j stephan, i *header of this piece #BakedInAPie is of #MM @NormaJeaneMortenson }

c. April 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #EmptySets drillin’ for oil on the #Marconi Talk 650 KSTE Armstrong & Getty with #LogisticalSkills & listenin’ to the #Turtles #MeAndYouYouAndMe link @ https://youtu.be/aOvD-FV8bN4 }

F.I.NI.S.

WTF do YOU think you are? #AllDayMusic

SLIPPIN’ A DARK MATRIX @BigSur

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 9, 2019

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Go there yourself and you’ll find the end of this world, the one you’ve been in since birth

Completely open to the elements of sun, sea and this earth down here in an overland heart

Roots of the seeds blown from the Void where angels fear to go, a self loathings’ trauma fit

Centuries of days and nights since a #HarveyWallbangers effect, drove drunk, ended all of It.

That which it is, this proper or personal word, this noun that signals the virtue of a deity

Good that made the Bad and the Ugly is responsible for the effects, no free will there, see?

It is a predetermined fact of life, what is was always what would have been with or without

You and I and everyone else to have been born and killed on this plane’s terminal fallout.

Assuming you avoid murder and terminal disease of organs or mind, take a deep breath son

Let your daughters know, if your fortune allows you to be the xy zygote from neverneverland

That they are a link in the chain of infinity, broken or in tact, the chain remains the One’s fun

Think about it all before it’s all gone, it will be, it is on a diamond beach, fictional white sand.

Rolling on thin ice, diggin’ a jackknife into the stump of redwood trunk, life’s evil, nutty tree

Reaching deep into the ground of being at ends of the roots’ sprouted seeds, you gotta go see

Finished off the fifth on the sixth in the bottom of the ninth, if you know what I mean, hiccup

Mind over matter, it’s the edge, a Void’s disappearance means that God’s dead, now giddyup!

Water, gas, rocks animated by spontaneous combustion, gravitational collapse and so forth

Become all there ever was for you and I, our relatives before and after our existential worth

Extinct species of all plants and animals which were moved by the Earth’s fortunate wobble

Gas, liquid and rocks rollin’ down cliffs of Big Sur, #InAndOut suckin’ spunk out the bubble.

Outside of the ebb and flow of the tidal waves, above and below the laws of an infinite being

A cranky, empty clump of sticky buds without the bang, without the bite’s of sweet nothing

Come to the center and come to the outer edge of the twilight’s zone, either way, neither will

Searched and found my miraculous awareness, my finite end is an Unconscious’ fake-thrill.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, April 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted driftin’ & #SlippinIntoDarkness with WAR THE BAND & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y_fr_F1jWj0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ItAintMyFaultEither #DontLookAtMe @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #LogicAndReasonGone #StonedForSurvival #WeedWhiskeyAndWillie

JUST DANCE TO THE POLKA *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 8, 2019

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My mother’s and father’s house in the Portage Park, a #Polka where angels can’t exit the city

They are long gone, way gone, bodies dead and buried in the holy cemetery of marble signs

Who tripped over the welcome mat a hundred and two times, home on Berenice’s back alley

A place of beefs, dogs, fries and dead fish by metal smelting for iron horses, #MustangsSally.

Mama and papa of me and another5, OMG’S and OM's in a century of surprise package fates

Nothing ever recollected regarding the choice to be here and now to test DNA’s #Hottie dates

Merging the complex and simple yields nothing in particular, everything in general, the mass

It is what makes a foundation for the locomotion of the energy infused, all too human, I pass.

In a game of cards, dice or betting on the odds against your hunches, when you lose, it’s done

Nothing stolen on the line, to be a baseless guess, though educated, 99% certain-lust for one

A theory of everything perceived, conceived and adapted to the host to survive as a genome

To lie and cheat are the tools of the losers, there are many nevertheless, heroes’ triumphs.

Tough cookies are just fine because they turn soft in my double espresso cups’ sewer overflow

Thinkin’ that the water comes from the lakes and streams which come from mountain snow

Water’s the rain that fell to Earth, Ma’s easter-egg of DNA’s grandsons via @SonnyStephan

Without breath, heartbeat or emotion, It’s merely a chimera without meaning, It is #1&done.

You and I can’t care much longer than we realize in a moment, this dream’s a twilight zone

Is a microcosm of the entire universe’s conscious addiction to consummation of burned bone

Silver-Gold are leftover survivors in the #Struggle to survive my taste in wasted, burned H2

Worms eats bad food, be bad, predators will scavenge, get started tasting blood, OK lunatics?

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, April 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to @OsbornBros HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8JjDHqZpdCg?list=RD78BWyNSQ4m0 }

*Header is ‘moi and Mrs. Incognito’ on the porch at 5912 W. Berenice Av, Chicago, IL 60634 #SheLovesMe #Champions link for Queen @ https://youtu.be/wrlm8srgL3Y }

W.W.A.R.D.?