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NEWS-BLIND EYES FEAR US ALL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 16, 2019
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I wonder where I’d be if I lived before this life, right here I suppose, same time and place

This is really all there is, just me in an attic with a TV screen that gets the news, the bull

I should thank my lucky stars though, it could be worse and that would be unacceptable

When it all comes down to the brass tacks and you gotta grab whatever’s near my face.

Thinkin’ about the days and nights I’ve lain here thinkin’ about the future, why we came here

But I lost my ESP skills and now I’m stuck with human metaphysics, superstition’s nutty fear

I just wanna eat those #OreoCookies stacked on my belly without moving but I can’t even see

Trying the old levitation skills and the anti-gravity at will technique, tried to remember me.

Wasted time over there and then, here and now too because the reason for being is unknown

Brave humans and coward humans made this history, recorded what we’ve got, cover blown

Secret spells of magic showered us in the stardust confetti, rained down my destiny, Malibu

All of the mud dried, the starlight turned to sunlight, ad infinitum, blinded by an Italian shoe.

Parties are sometimes two and sometimes when three, it’s a third party, a third wheel smile

Whether you like it or not, you’ve got a set amount of time here in this place, in this dream

Or your choice of noun or pronoun to predicate the objects, bottom line, game over on file

Every time I see you I see what I saw when I first saw you, what beauty appears to seem.

It’s important to report the UFO’s you see when you get lucky enough to see one, hot saucers

All the authorities and your friends will believe you’ve flipped your lid, no lyrics, no worries

There’s no need to fear the unknown or the known, looking around to see it, nothing at all

Not a bug or a worm, no animal, no plant, just #Grey in 3D, now exposed, #Oreo down fall.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, ROCKTOBER 16th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ bled this out listenin’ to my iHeart station @ https://www.iheart.com/artist/jimmy-durante-13750/?cmp=web_share }

FINIS

#SingASong #CashComesFlyin' #KeepItTogether #LeaveItAlone

HEADERS & REVERSAL DUNKS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 16, 2019

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My knees were five feet in the air when I slammed the pea down the chain net of the rim shot

It was actually just an apple bushel basket from the Leamington grocery store’s garbage plot

I nailed it to a piece of 5’ x 5’ plywood my dad painted midnight blue, one night’s cool trips

Big boys came around midnight and ripped down the new toy, I got a real rim for Christmas.

Sweet dreams from then until now, sunny days and starry nights in the golden state of Ra

Place where the gold hides under the red dirt of the sierras, the material world of 3rd class

Pine trees from the oceans to the valleys and through the foothills and mountainous Sierra

Showers of thunder and hot rain to fill the empty holes between the deep blue liquid gas.

Do not even show up when all you have in mind is a walk out in disrespect of the #CIC oval

Now you’ll have to get a real job after the term in office you occupy for the duration of it all

A daughter or two being bullied by overbearing, uncircumcised dykes with no mini-golf balls

It’s not their mothers or fathers who are at fault for their failure to communicate my cat calls.

River rollin’ from mountaintop snow-caps to the end of the mouth where H & O flow merge

With or without all of us, this thing happens to the Earth, we are lucky to live in a brief surge

Electricity, fire and ice, consciousness evolved from stardust in empty space, god’s awkward

That’s what priests taught us in the parochial brain trust of the pope, #WordUp #RedHorde.

Up in the air and back down the court rushin’ under #nikeLight Chinese rubbers, size 19

All I need to fly high and land on the ground of my being, flush with a new bogus love scene

So it is what it is whether I give my two cents, in the surf’s sweet curl, high rip or ebb tide

Moment’s over now, dead leather hand’s bones left in La Grange, on the range’s girls in-glide.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, ROCKTOBER 16TH, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to my radio station #RicosFavoritesRadio link @ https://www.iheart.com/artist/jimmy-durante-13750/ & you will need max VOLUME! }

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