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OLD SPICE, HOLES & DEADBEATS (on being wasted over-Time)

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 27, 2019

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Why would you think you’ve free speech in a free country? Idiots can’t get any younger, Boo!

Desperado from Hades, you’re not brave enough to please the gods’ .357, you can’t beat death

When it’s your time to go, it’s a moment only you can spend in formal intercourse, it’s all you

Who are you to gather data and report the findings? Oh, a reporter, a tattletale, hide, stealth.

Suddenly, you’re not free anymore, you’re being burned or bled out and formaldehyded, fool

You thought because you were a thinking being that you had value? No, worthless dead-pool.

Pondering the nature of being God or subhuman viral and bacterial life, all in gods’ holy hole

Come up and come down with the same thing, nothing I know of, for goodness sake, let’s roll.

Never say that she loves you yeah, yeah, yeah, with a love like that, nothing else ever matters

But it’ll lead to your own untimely demise, if and only if you’re a moron and marry one too

Get out of the taxi & get shot to death goin’ into your hotel, they had no security for alien airs

,,,down under the ground, we’ll be down here waitin’ for your bones and souls of sky blue.

This here and that right there is all there is, notions of pie in the sky were mom’s road apples

Not her fault and it ain’t my fault for tryin’ to make lime-lemonade out of lemons and limes

It’s all we had other than beets n’ rutabagas for the fake meat pies on sale, I can’t tell you why

My mother’s boyfriend wasn’t my father, I killed him in my mind before his body did crimes.

He robbed the banks, he didn’t lift a finger above his keyboard’s symbolic mentality, #fakED

King of the entire Earth but not the solar system or galaxy or the plethora of Space and Time

Unending, everlasting, infinite for the One and a finite climax for the rest of the minion slime

That is if the shoe fits you are forced to wear it, frostbite and open sores will kill the life, dead.

First substance in the primordial order of the matter and form is the plethora, the gas smoke

Here and now ready for the salute to the sun, the BBQ of the flesh and bone, consumin’ yoke

It’s in my DNA/RNA and that’s all, divinity’s a mere immersion memory, a #fake it humanity

Drive off into the sunset desperado, be around dead men from yesterday, cowboys’ll be free!

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r j j stephan, i { #MisterMagooed Joe Walsh freakin’ out #NewKidsInTown #POTUSWalsh }

c. May 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted on #MemorialDay2019 for the minions (1) jammin' to Eagles #LegacyCD fly up & down Justice's scales on youTube @ #NewKidInTown & BBQ hotlink @ https://youtu.be/MebToM-tG0o 

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UP, DOWN, STRATEGIC STAR 2 1/2 *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 26, 2019

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For the sake of moments in Time ‘cause you never know, next breathalyzer might be the last

Not because you desire it to be that way, it’s out of our control, call it #Fate or a divinity cast

Gods aplenty in ancient and modern civilizations of humanity, Australopithecus DNA strings

Left without anything to hang on to, no glue, faux Velcro, no elector-magnetic AC/DC stings.

I fall asleep then wake up and move about the streets, heads-up, hands-down, a body of bees

Here, Now, a place in Space and Time, random recombination of first cause’s gravity feasts

Desire and responsibility have nothing at all to do with it, it being the nature of fake realities

Not yours or your friends and relatives, even if they know everything, professors and priests.

Microscopically in the macrocosm, I found the essence of the natural flow of plasma, it’s me

Believe me or not, the reason why you and all of the rest exists is because I will it to be, to be

I said that a million times and every time I’ve heard that I’m wrong about that and all I said

Leaving the dream for the Truth, for the challenge to pain and suffering, die if you ain’t dead.

Look behind Oz’s curtain please? See that the magic is an illusion behind the hidden wings

Dreamin’ events that will appear out of the blue, like in a way, on wasted white doves’ bums

Sweet or sour, they all melt into liquid dust eventually, free to pretend, solid gas, we’re atoms

Flowing blood, in the rivers and streams of seven continents, powers revolt as freedom rings!

Find more than one way out though there was only one way in, you willed it to be me and you

Payment for the deal is the inability to recollect that we’re here and now but not accidentally

Purpose for parents makin’ love is to force energy into matter, analyzed conceptions of blues

Injecting venom into the Forms of gods’ likenesses means nothing, Earth spins, Life’s a ruse!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 26, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ sepsis bled out the #Vibes while jammin’ with the 'RARE-EARTH' #Ma & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xsnpaHf5IIs }

*Header photo is my Origin! @TheresaMaryAlfanoStephan RIP #MamaMia <3 span=""> your baby!

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