#Svengali #Robespierre & #MA

ADD, DIVIDE, SUBTRACT & SOLVE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 30, 2019

--------------DIVIDED BY TWO--------------

All I ever wanted was to complete the mission and retire to the resting place below the rocks

Who in the infinite dream of Zeus knew? Nobody here and now or they won’t tell all of us

Y’all aren’t the only ones that are sorry about what you’re not responsible for, lay me down

It’s about all you know for certain, it’s gonna happen to gringos and amigos, it’ll all be blown.

Dance a moment or two in the liberty of being alone, infinitely free of a blue moon hide-out

From an enlightening, awesome come to Jesus’ group or Buddah’s empty, silk pillow doubt

Pills to swallow for the movement of blood through holy arteries and veins, straight-up barn

Deeper than the words can dig and cut, a slice invisible to the gravity below, pullin’ God darn.

Got down from Maine to California, Washington to Florida and it’s all the same, I’ll get to it

This and that there spent gold and silver for the life blood of the ground, Texas Tea, all for me

Just because I am the strongest is the only reason why I survived Existence’s exam for a PhD

Ugly americana wanted to absorb my 208 bones in this dog eat dog world, so I ate Word, see?

In every way I can think of, causes and effects happen to the best of us and the worst of us too

The scoop on the whole shebang is a deep subject, it has an answer you may not want to blow

Through your ears to hear it, into your eyes to see it, it’s aromatic, OMG good taste in sounds

Hearin’ rocks roll down the middle road with me, sounds like a record of my jokers rebounds.

If you don’t give me everything that I decide that I want then I call you what you are, #Racist!

A pollywog type of human, started as a baby and accepted the magic spell as reality of a blitz

Kiss down to this and that until you just cannot pucker up even one more time, lips smacked

Feelings, emotional rescue on a back burner, don’t care, it’s the End, the deck’s been stacked.

I learned to serve the mathematical tables with due respect, I needed to count ones and twos

Until the final quotient, the last kiss I needed to complete the mission to break a spell, Blues

From alpha to omega I’m stuck in the middle somewhere near the phibetacappa or gamma

For certain, for soothe I say for the last time, It ain’t my fault, blame the party on God & Ma!

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r j j stephan, i *cartoon’s signification: Bring the #TrojanHorse on in for maintenance!”

c. July 30th, 2019 A.D. Tuesday @ 1:11 AM PST

{ #Inagoddadavida Hey now, where’s my #SlipShot #KISS? Got no sleep but I’m strong playin’ the Drew Zingg youTube mix, no mistake! link @ https://youtu.be/YohFkkJDw1A }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoNotSeekMeEyeAmNotThere #SharpedDressedMan @ZZTop @BobDylan

DIG DOWN INTO THE DEEP HOLE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 29, 2019

--#joker to the #thief---#SomeKindaWayOuttaHere--

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Manner of speakin’ all things named this n’ that, mosquito bitten shooters, azure shots 2x2

All jacked up, all of it but we are all there is, we’re all or it, there’s nothing outside of here

Space and Time are the illusions of the drunken, mind-altered by plants of psychotic fear

Angels all feared to go to the place mama told us to beware of, the danger leading to death.

Drunk no more when every bottle of moonshine breaks Jack'd #BlackLabelWhiskey to bits

Yell and sing, croon and cry the jazz and blues and country rock, fillin’ in Garlic festival fits

Why do morons and idiots make it past human conception, what was wrong, tell their mama

Dropped on their heads, starved of formula, iron, minerals for brain malfunction, kill papa.

Crows n’ ravens #AllJackedUp with #futura-eChat you taste well enough, take bytes my shill!

They don’t care if you’re good or evil, they care that you taste well enough to git down to it pal

Don’t shoot the messenger when you get the drift, go propose your abstract counter example

There ain’t any, you don’t know like I do, planted stooges know it, Word power’s my freewill.

Here’s a miracle, that I man could be born to this world to force Peace and Prosperity on all

Good guys and Bad guys, patrons of the Good and the Evil, here and now before death’s knoll

Adam’s Eve or a gravitationally collapsed atom created from a Void or #EvilGenius god-sons

Magic potions and spells of sounds of gibberish, beckoning the idiots who roam dimensions.

You know medicine men can’t help you get all jacked up, they want you to remain, copacetic

In the depths of despair and at the pinnacle of ecstasy, nothing remains to be seen, it’s a Void

Nothing from nothing leaves nothing and everybody knows deep down within, quickening tic

Jacked up intercourse, demoncratic bad attitude, still #TimeFlies on Earth’s rollin’ spheroid.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted to ZZ TOP'R #Doubleback & HITS youT link @ https://youtu.be/y9zw_79tlgM }

W.W.A.R.D.??

#IBelieveNothing #ScepticismIsAllOfIt @ZZTop #BlackFlyHits #GloryDays #SpringsteeN

GLORY DAYS, WEALTH & HUMANS

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RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN
SUNDAY, JULY 28, 2019

ssssss#ZZTopss#BlowYoTopsssss

Tried to scratch my back and it was a no goo-goo for mom Earth’s hairy ape Supernova tomb

It is here and now and just as grim as the first day of the revelation, that’s a remedy, A bomb

A need to eat food due to the hunger of the fire in the belly, where’s the creator’s faulty scum

Liquid, solid from beginning natural gas of the Oneness or from a Void snapped to be a bum.

Boys and girls gatherin’ ‘round the dwindling fire before it goes out for the black night ahead

Ice cold beer and J.D. Tennessee whiskey might help me and the full moon pass away, dread

Black, opaque emptiness of Power, just a blazing star of a whole soul we’re Mrs. & Mr. Void

Comparative literature of the calculus and the physics behind the chemistry, I write to avoid.

Whatever has never been thought about I could care less about, as opposed to GAF about god

On my knees way more than average GI Joe from the 1960’s, oldest son, an altar boy’s vault

Speakin’ Latin and dodgin’ bullets from the .38 had my crack in the crosshair, fired up a dud

Never hurt so much that I wanted to die to end Pain, I’m sure y’all have but it ain’t my fault!

Down underneath the crust of the planet, imagine the shape of Earth without H or O, no H2O

You can imagine at the back of your mind, sandy desert with hungry snakes and dead gumbo

What it’s all about by the by, is to take on down and disappear with long gone, shots and beer

Out of cash in Big Sur, sold my electronics to a ‘guy’ to git bullets, drank 151Rum, shot a deer.

Advantage to survive all alone without another of the same species, to be selfish is to survive

In case you never thought about it, you can’t stay a little longer, amiga lover, let’s super thrive

Until it comes time to defend the loved one with all of your power, even your life, lay it down

Kiss that #FakeMe if you see me, sodium first, primate fusion, shot straight away, I’m blown!

Storm in this dream are just the Time in Space between Earth’s revolutions in elliptical orbit

Around and about a holy and necessary thing that’s happening, the atomic fusion’s sol-fission

None of the behavior of the minions who govern the mob rule and execute bad boy infection

Meaning rebellion must be next to suicide, can’t have it, don’t want it but the lonely just do it.

Trapped like food that can’t get away from the dinner table or even away from the red hot fire

Barbecued by the RR tracks, holy bones and organic matter, special patties of muck and mire

Suckin’ down to the empty center of a finite remnant of a Big Bang or a stealthy twitter-tweet

Don’t put yourself in my place, I’m tired and bored, let us spark redwood flames, #YouFired!

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #GiveItUp #ShowMeWhereItsAt ZZtop - zupy i zapiekanki new CD What's Goin On Qatar eh? #ZZTopGoin50 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/I8LZMne7wfQ }

#BlackCat FINIS