#Repeat #AdInfinitum #DirtyWorkIsDone

BEATEN DIQUES & EXTINCTION *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 27, 2019

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Square jaws cubed to the ninth power, a man hung around with the bats in the belfry

Chances are you’ll never see him but he’s always around somewhere, waitin’ for a cry

In the semblance of reality, a man in tights and a mask and a cape, beaten up thugs

Reality should set in eventually and the eyes that stayed for the encore, bugs on rugs.

Splendid dreams and mighty peculiar words spewing from the fountain of silly tricks

Magic words of the spell change every day, coded to avoid the thievery of the diques

Mountains to the seas, everything was underwater and underground, just a tiny tease

Out of nowhere to evolve from a cell to a prison cell, American, Russian or Chinese.

Menudo of the alphabet entering the number line, causing the unknown to flourish

From x to y to z, angles, triangles, squares and multi-sided empty forms, it’s all fresh

Been everywhere there is to be, all around from north to south, east to west, let’s roll

For the duration of the wobble, twirl and revolution around the holy soul of old Sol.

You may or may not be the man or woman you’re supposed to be but not in a black hole

In the end, it’s all smoke and mirrors to make life look like it’s more than a funny, bad joke

Funny or at least peculiar that the comedy and tragedy shift on whims, out of air control

Emergency and red alert for no reason, just because it’s a thing we do, we are the wild folk.

From Time immemorial to the present day, here and now the function is askew, not in synch

Like a needle scratchin’ out of the groove, you miss the words to the tune, skippin’ n’ loopin’

Happiness is all you’ll ever get, it’s what you hope for here on the planet, before after birthing

I see what you’re saying, I hear you, yo comprendo senorita, shots to the bullseye target link.

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r j j stephan, i *BATMAN

c. Sunday ROCKTOBER 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #AmericanWoman & HITS by Guess Who? link @ https://youtu.be/3r_qd2yxIsM & Led Zeppelin #RambleOn link @ https://youtu.be/GdiN0sW-wVU }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ComeAndGetYourLove #PositedPosts #SlowRoll #BottleOfWineAndAGlass #SpillIt @WARtheBand

COWBOYS TO GIRLS, Y’ALL TOO?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 27, 2019

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All alone in the middle of nowhere, orphaned without family, without friends, on Mars

I don’t mean maybe, I mean you’re actually all alone with no defense, just faster cars

To get to the end of the trip, the final chapter of your linear life, a monster is your soul

Keeping your 208 bones clickin’ and gettin’ the blame for events out of God’s control.

Plants and animals in the gas, the atmosphere of breath, of life on Earth or anywhere

Looking out your eyes and hearing inside your ears, tasting, smelling, touching hairs

Microscopic or macroscopic invisible to the tiny rods and cones under apelike pressure

What is real and what is fake is up to the eyes of the beholder and their professors’ fear.

Afraid that the Truth will set the slaves free from the masters, moves like Jagger’s bawls

One bright day you open up your eyes and see what’s been obvious to everyone but, y’alls

It’s not that your parents didn’t try to express their opinions, you got your program of god

Enshrined in the burned down, crumbled Parochial schools of the popes, here I’m hotrod.

Therefore, I’m here to watch my humble dreams become thin air, to change on/off, in & out

Lights, all electric transmissions cease and desist at my sign, MARK! Flame on, twist, shout

Protons on the thrust from outerspace’s burnt black holes and quasars, got sparks up my ass

Animated with or without you, only I matter in this matter, in this energy, in the matrix’ gas.

I can’t go on much longer without a kiss from your lips and a hug from your hairy legs & arms

Around the corner of the hood, where I hang with my gang’s white rabbit’s feet, lucky charms

Well, La Di Da, they told me when they were jealous of my prowess at humanities or athletics

Their wish from their inheritance of DNA was insufficient to be a cause of perfection, diques!

Don’t fret now youngsters and elders who won’t agree with self-pity of man-eaters, my gods

Tag along with your mind over the whole matter, look at the form, watch it disappear, poof!!

Perk up the water, boil it until it turns back to the gas above and below your jive, cat hot rods

Cream of the crops, homegrown underground, red and black dirt, El Dorado fools gold spoof.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #CowboysToGirls The Intruders on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PFbLzqFaykU }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#HeyMisterCanYouTellMe #Nothing #TheGhetto

GRAVITATIONAL COLLAPSE AMEN*

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, October 26, 2019 

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Like an arrow with an invisible signal transmitted and received without knowledge, a code

Creepin’ around a lot longer than you planned, almost time to cut it short, all ready to unload

Creatures coming and going as if they never got the word on the boundaries, above and below

Crack in the world where thrillers happen, every twilight zone night is a bactine inception.

Bricks for the layers and workers needing an elevator to get to the top of the tower of Babel

Where the angels couldn’t see, in the blind spots of treason, the light was flooded and bloody

Acclimated to the hot air from the gulf and stagnant trade winds, yet always wanting to flee

From the megamighty and the weak, the collapse of the ground of being, gravity down fall.

Peculiar musk aroma coming out of nowhere special, out of everywhere, holier than thou hole

Word’s down with it, the bacteria and the viruses become the useful idiots of extinction, ipso

On to the next state’s being, an accident somewhere in a whirling vortex lies my unkind mind

One cannot be denied either fire or water, being of the Earth, there’s no dispute of any kind.

Stringbeans and soulmates at the dinner table, soon to leave it without a scratch, just tattoos

On my arms, my back and my chest, I had my legs blown off in the war, I got nothing to lose

All of the ink scarred tissue goes nowhere but deep in a psyche, God no retrieval on the block

Premium games being played, it likes you, you like it, I like it, everybody’s happy, let’s rock!

Full or part of the whole brings at least some evidence of the notion that Time is now, AHO

Amigas and compadres who care to revolt against the status quo, just watch TV, begin Ho!

Down the runways and time lines of the negative and positive, darkness’ white enlightening

Whomever they are, they’ll come in jets, F-4’s for your wealth, Time in Space, a little wing.

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r j j stephan, i *I am inside of the Singularity! Just an ubiquitous lyboy in the night!

c. Samedi, ROCKTOBER 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ rocked the house with Korn #NoWay on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/N2F3BPQ5k5I }

 

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