#ItIsNotWhatItIs #YouMayNotBeHereNowOrAnytime #LetItSlide

CHANCE FORTUNATO & SONS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 4, 2019

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Gloom’s doom has descended into #Chance in the city of angels, a #BugsBunny black & white

Maybe a little bit of bronze and gold left over from the melted iron ore dance, planetary flight

Believe the fossils are the dead and gone starburst’s memorabilia of the #BigBang, let’s dance

I lost my mind a while back in the SKOR so I don’t need to justify my service, my drafted 1A.

Boom, boom, boom so I escaped the ultimate damage, the terminal blight of an open mouth

Eatin’ the dirt and livin’ on the side streets where you can drop a deuce between Winnebagos

Not that you care but it’s hard to live with strangers by the railroad tracks, old bastards play

A freight train moving ten miles an hour, waitin’ for your hands to grab a hold and fly away.

In my humble opinion, the darkness will swallow all of the good, bad and ugly faces in doom

Gloom will finish the rest in the closet of bombs and UFO men, come on y’all, supreme divine

That’s all it is, we’all here for a few twists, wobbles and turns, punks sober or drunk on wine

Priests and hobos, presidents, kings and my God in heave, the Queens of the species’ groom.

Don’t shoot the messenger if you can’t handle the Truth, it ain’t my fault that this here is It

Ma and pa found out in about 80 or 90 years, give or take that it’s more like #Put & #Take

Nothing to do with prayers and salutations of the Void, Absolute absence of presence’s screw

In a nutshell or in the nuts’ DNA, the pointlessness is obvious only if y’all are my moody blue.

Over and out for Roger and Wilco because the wavelengths and frequencies have dissipated

Into the twilight zone’s ether where all men on this planet fear to go, there’s doom and gloom

All there is in the darkness of Outer Space, twisted outside a cracked mirror’s reflection is me

I am what it is and you and the rest are not going to die when it’s time for me to die, oh glee!

Finally, all alone again in the Ether whippin’ the star into photon shape, paid well #NotBeMe

Cause and effect of the prime First Cause is Absolute empty, atomless without nucleic acidity

Mythological method to fool all of the people all of the time only worked until today, Omega

In a rejection mode, exhaust fumes stayin’ in lit up without me, no phuqn doubt, I am Alpha!

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r j j stephan, i { * @ChanceFortunato is a fictional alter-ego of yours truly, take a chance! }

c. 4 juillet 2019 Anno Domini; 07h11 - Heure normale du Pacifique

{ Parles-vous Francais? No? LOL, drafted while loopin’ The Rolling Stones #DoomAndGloom on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rPFGWVKXxm0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#LIBERTYfromTyranny #RollWithItBaby #SaturateBeforeUsing

ONLY SAY IT ONE TIME, TYRANT LIBERTY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Wednesday, July 3, 2019

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Black Hole victory is all It is, a hunk of burning Nothingness and I fought for the Mad Hatter

To be or not to be the Shakespearean-Bacon drivel from the olden days is not One’s cup o’ tea

It is the be all of the beings who animated bi-pedaling to and fro from home to work to a play

In a New York Minute, angels leftover from the Big Bang could disintegrate energy & matter.

Paradise inside of a mental configuration on a blank screen, like your dad’s projection screen

Showing you your life you could never remember because you were only in It to win it unseen

Cream of the crop’s DNA protruded from the anomalous mass, anonymously a USA born-son

Of men or mice evolved, random solar acid, we’re morally ethical deductions of pond scum.

Cosmic menudo dodo is not a bad thing to be, the alternative is absolutely a garbage air-lock

Never empty and always full of what it is to be me, you and everything else, matter’s damned

It is not my fault, do not stab the messenger because the drastic message is a hook for a man

Freedom, independent thought with no regard for anything but logic and reason, too human.

Perfection of the holy emptiness, just a final thought you and I will have, last gasp of air’s gas

Never look back because you’re out on a cliff without any steps left, north, south, east or west

On the ground, nowhere to go, all alone in emptiness, like mama’s womb, been there, done It

Anoint a king, a head of the herd, to rule deoxyribonucleic acid stardirt, holy ash of this pit.

Historical repetition of failure does not suffice to teach the DNA damaged genome, hopeless

A step or two from a random accident of heavenly bodies, exploding into smithereen bullets

Restless hearts and expecting souls keep the cream on top of the whitewater rapid eagle eye

Two wings spread above the stratosphere, all up for me, been a while but now, already gone!

In chains of Hercules with the key of Aphrodite in my secret attic where no stairs lead, all me

I’m already gone before you knew I was here in the first or second place, grandfathered to be

Reason and logic analyzed and metabolized within the bounds under flashing neon lights

Pitiful and down and out, nobody to help pull me up by the jock strap, lost all of the fights.

Lie to people, lay down in places in Space and get laid down by the undertaker’s mauling

Suckin’ fluids out instead of just covering in sackcloth or burlap and bury under an oak tree

Or dumping in the ocean or sea, left for the hungry fish to reincarnate the macrophage of me

Lately, Johnny the new kid in town has been elevated to the head of the gang, hopeless, see.

Many expressions of the senses to point to why we have the tears on our pepper grey beards

Abandoned or disappointed or both, grown zygotes gulping a big swallow of anti-viral glide

Blinded by sunlight I stared at when I was twelve, back desked & couldn’t see green boards

7-bridged philosopher, who did post & talk some shyte down at a full moon bitchin’ riverside.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 3rd, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM Mercredi

{ listenin’ to #SongForAdam JacksonBrown YT link @ https://youtu.be/FSmKhW2jUEM }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#HarderThanStone #RockTheRocks #DiamondsAreTrump

FACTOID IN A BRUISED REALM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 2, 2019

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Really? Attack me and my family? Well, now hear this whether you know it’s an order or not

You have no free will choice in any cosmic nor terrestrial matter, a substance of form’s robot

What moves and consumes itself with deep regard, respect for the species’ DNA in menudo

You can’t be seriously considering using logic to discover the source of human animal #dodo.

Extinction of the chromosomes is a sacred human right just check out the worship of gods

Good, bad or ugly, the morality is a byproduct of the ethical justification of mass-herd control

If the mighty herd begins to follow the leaders off of the cliff, they will plunge into scat-piles

Only if you’ve got common sense and can follow a bouncing ball, follow along with the lines...

Useful idiots and a clergy of morons who perpetuate the blind faith in getting alms from Poor

Huddles masses are generous with the daily bread even if you and I disagree, take it off shore

Hands dirty with grime from a concrete and steel cosmic wavelength of my dad’s frequency

In a holy hole where the peg was conceived and will be terminated, I think that’s all, so I cry.

I don’t want this to be all there is, priests, nuns, the teachers, my elders are all dead gone

Left with words on paper and stone, signs and signals from hands and feet, musical bones

We evolved 208 of them from metatarsal to supra-orbital ridge of my DNA skull, xy crisscross

Bled out the flow of effulgence inherited either from the H2O sea, or an alien from #TheBoss.

Here’s the lowdown as far as I have been able to conclude from the lack of full data on Earth

We sent astronauts who returned to confirm the FACT that gravity’s an illusionary phantasm

When you and I die, when anything alive on Earth dies, the end of the body is the end of Her

Not Him, He will remain as the Eternal Essence of Being a Black Hole Singularity cougher.

Femininity and masculinity are cultural mores indulged by the many to control the my bone

Homeless humans are the Few, humans with the homes are the Many, over here & over now

What this temporary vision of paradise reflects is the lost soul roaming in darkness’ ozone

#TrojanHorse makin’ Trojans and Spartans infect DNA, Helen Of Troy and ZEUS’ crossbow.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 2nd, 2019 A.D. Tuesday @ 9:11 AM PSt

{ drafted this good AM which is my Ma & Pa’s wedding anniversary celebrating my genomic conception on July, August, September, October & November 1950, my pops must have been shootin’ blanks #IMHO & ALSO this is one of my three baby sisters JoJo Stephan’s birthdate back in 1954 A.D. RIPS little sister! & listenin’ to some Steve Winwood #HigherLove & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5bcSoHoJh0c #ENJOYouMust! }

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