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DON’T BE A TOUGH GUY OR A FOOL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 17, 2019

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In the event of a communicating bird of prey coming in for a landing on your head and such

“Resist we much, and we must about that...” be committed to it, amigos, an ol’ double dutch

Jumpin’ the double swingin’ ropes in the middle of the sidewalk, off the pavement crack cake

Shocked monkey bones up and down, feet and toes bouncin’ kids’ minds into an infinite fake.

Marry up your loves and reproduce your own species or become extinct, nourish soul kicks

I don’t care what you think or what you say but I believe in Nothing and y’all ‘re real piques

Altercations between my girlfriend and my wife on the ground beatin’ each other into pulp

Blood on the highway, hammer fist blows for the wreck on the freeway, an Adam apple gulp.

There is an origin for every language of every human born on this planet, it’s the God, the sun

What you need to live or you’ll die, it’s the sun, the star only 93 million miles to ‘me’ sandman

Where you’ll go when the conscious mind in the brain, in the head becomes to be or not, see?

Right here and now where you’re at right now, this is all there is, my geist, my ghost’s my fan.

Time on the clock gets to 9:11 twice every day, one day after the other, Earth spins around it

Truth of being alone in space on a planet of dead star cinders, unbelievable ground of shyte

Warm memories being drunk with your feet and legs up to your thighs in people’s rice-food

Either die of being frozen to death or being a spider monkey without olfactory sense, all good.

Here’s success for the survival of the fittest, doom is down the road for a 3rd tier evolutionary

In the House or the Senate, both houses of Congress SHOULD be at odds, a mere hyperbole

With an Executive and a Judiciary branch, the Congress lose it’s marbles, deaf-dumb insight

Consuming the signals, the signs, the words, Nothing is left, WE are all there is, now go fight!

Peace on Earth, earthquakes shake as they say in the old country, let’s party with super Mario

History written in foreign languages and translated to your own jive, a pig satin-Latin casino

Destroy your ignorance-enlightened intelligence before you step into the foul, fairy dust-ups

Only you’ll know I know because you know I know, war ends YOU in a crypt of crossed pups.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 17th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while WANDERING & listenin’ to https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ Armstrong & Getty Listeners listenin’ to Armstrong & Getty #LegUp #DustUp & #WordUp by Korn in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kyOcIbRRkiw }

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NEWS-BLIND EYES FEAR US ALL

by
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 }

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