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STRANGE BUT, WHICH WITCH?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 31, 2019

------------------midnight past----------------

Good, bad and ugly, we witches got it all, full throttle to the finish line, nowhere in sight

It’s a matter of form and when you discover the nature of babies, you will just wanna fight

With me or anyone in sight of your knuckles, fists and feet, miles from the ending, I move

On and off at my own will, free as it can be, assuming I am here at all, laughin’ my groove.

Punishment and reward for the things we do, good, bad and indifferent, I am what I am

What that is cannot be determined, it’s an indeterminate principle, bumpy road of the jam

Traffic moves inch by inch and I fall deep asleep before the dream ends, I live, I die, in L.A.

But why, accident or punishment for disobedience of a cosmic source, jezus, god or the RA.

I ain’t from Carolina or Mississippi but I’ve been down south to visit the folks incarcerated

Here and now with the crackers and the honkees on the block, on the farm, the livin’ dead

Nothing to do when you’re locked up for breakin’ laws of man and god as above, so below me

Jack rabbits dyin’ for my campfire, I eat the muscle off their T-bones, hey, freedom ain’t free.

Compare this magic of these words to the magic of the spells of witches’ and warlocks’ gods

What matters in the long and short run is that I’m alive, still above the ground, chewing cud

One on and off turning into two, three ad infinitum, population rollin’ along the marble slab

Earth, the planet, the dead star stuff, it will be alright when you die, chill out now, be a slob.

That witch in the house up the hill, where ghosts go in the daytime to hide from what I say

Battered women and downtrodden men, honkies, punks and gangsters, live a day & then die

No way to predict the nature of the beast or what exactly will happen now, bright light of day

Wake up, go back to sleep cowboys! Sky is high but so is your head so git ready to deep fry.

Crackers and honkies playin’ with lady luck like it’s their right to capture the swag, in the hay

Locked and loaded to put a round in my heart, stone dead to the rest of the DNA, what I say?

Beat me and I’ll beat you back, up and down until you don’t know your name, dead and gone

Hustled ladies and gentlemen and put their ghosts inside their 208 bones for the corn pone.

Busted loose from the matrix with the head witch and her minions, holy ghouls and goblins

I can’t confront that one trick pony, so strange in or out of the grave, live or dead mortal sins

Bobbin’ for apples, pinnin’ tails on the donkey, watchin’ the days pass like pills in a pill box

Every week emptied and refilled for the duration of the huffs and puffs I get, God, life rocks!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 31, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #HOLOWEEN JAMZ on youTube #RunninWithTheDevil etc link @ https://youtu.be/HefrXSUMbEA & gettin’ ready to bake some DEAD TREATS for the ghouls link @ https://www.food.com/recipe/corn-pone-225175 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

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AYE, HOMEYS, YOU & A MF DAM *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 30, 2019

------------- WTF -------------

Can you say court martial, wild-ass kid warriors disobeying orders of 5 & dime commanders

Orders that are followed by the marching soldiers are fine, treason is afoot, whistleblowers

Can’t even whistle with their lips, they use their voice and mindless brain to yell to enemies

A man with a uniform is the same as a naked ape with a job, some hairy some bald, all spies.

If you’re born stupid because of your ma and pa, it’s not your fault but you’re still stupid y’all

Just because the act of conception made you come here to play in the past, present and future

It does not mean that you have a special circumstance for your spirit, like Buddha and Jesus

Please and thank you, be my ally or my enemy but you cannot be neutral, friend of foe of U.S.

Picking up pieces that were left to your grandparents, become a pariah, a-floppin’ on the deck

A farce and a ruse for the game of existence, rules not written but understood, what the heck

I mean, be a creator that caretakes the creation, do I need to advise the almighty gods’ group

Positively negative, an idiot and moron walked into a bar, big bad wolf stirs the cosmic soup.

Primary colors, red, blue, yellow will make the world you live in brighter than a dark farce

Most of the content of this universe is indeed, Nothing at all, planets and stars are scarce

Sisters and brothers ruling and following rules, breaking rules, rewarded and punished US

To be good or evil is all, One must be a good boy and girl, bad and evil live on a magic bus.

Stupid does not hurt but it should, it would force the extinction of the non-compliant DNA ilk

Leaving space and time for the Intelligentsia to enjoy with their caviar, cognac and white milk

Who in the expletive you think you are, who you REALLY are is #FakeNews, you’re wet mud

Random form-shape you see in a mirror is headed to inevitable extinction, naked apes’ blood.

Disgraced and abandoned, walking alone without a gang or crew, no family, just dead & gone

Happens when you exit the entrance for the clan’s presence on the black and red, dirty loam

Growth of seeds in the mud with the salt and freshwater fish, diving, becoming my meal time

Animated rocks and hard stars’ lava spinning on an evil genius’ axis’, chasing God to Rome.

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r j j stephan, i * PICK-UP ring ring, #KeepDrivinPedalToTheFloor #WhiskeyTalkin’

c. Mercredi, ROCKTOBER 30TH, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ ...dots connected, pretendin’ & listenin’ to Alexander King Chillout #TakeABulletForYou & #ItIsWhatItIS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y94rnf0DM_Y }

FINIS

#SameOldSameOld #WTF #AdInfinitum #HeadAche #BrainFreeze @JJCale @AlexanderKing

ROCK PICKUP, MUSCLE ATROPHY *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 29, 2019

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Just you and me, right here and right now, pedal to the floor, we’re gonna get this down pat

Meaning is what we agree it is, that said, I will say this, I got the rock, I’ll carry it for a while

On the way to my first touchdown, I found nothing to be easy, it’s all a speedy fake I shat

Once or twice maybe thrice, I kept it real and told the Truth, I almost died takin’ a round in.

Troubled yes but able to get over it for the moments required for full attention and protection

One, two, three and on to infinity, there won’t be a day, not one revolution without me, boo!

Keep your friends close to your heart, enemies even closer, know it, whiskey’ll get y’all thru

Barriers to Ends we seek can be overcome, jumped, dug under, work around a mortal sinsin.

There’s trouble in paradise and I’ve got the rock still movin’ upside the mountain of aster Id

Fell in and out of the love that I needed to expel the lonely hearts tryin’ to attach to the orchid

Roses were red, white and blue in a whole bunch of wild scat, movin’ on movie screen silver

But the gold is where it’s all at, foundation of the warbucks and the #Papa regulations, the Id.

Now then, we’re in the same ballpark now, you and I playin’ by the same rules, blow and glow

No trouble to change the movement from North, South, West or back East, it’s an 8 mile high

Sounds like crazy talk is wild scat out of a holy vacuum black hole in a fake soul, go easy now

Friends, enemies, everybody else here and now, tasting the wasted God’s scat, hey #Pickup!

Full time wise men and wise women who know it all, I’m not talkin’ to you, read no further

Just me and the minions who have no idea what’s goin’ down here on Earth, wise guys to be

Fall in love not long after you begin to learn it’s a lonely place here with the discipline power

On being a woman or a humane man, battle-tested and compassionate hominid, hard to see!

There’s a few who know who they are and know that nobody knows who or where they all are

Among all of us, they will rise when the necessity arises, the gears are in neutral until triggers

Then and only then, probably shouldn’t say any more about it, imagine erasers, rollin’ papers

Empty matrix, all’s well, history’s real but deleted, atrophy causes extinction, fission Power.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is @AtlasRockRollToCielo

c. TUESDAY @ 4:44 AM PST on ROCKTOBER 29TH, 2019 A.D.

{ *drafted while listenin’ to #Lifted Alexander King Chillout link @ https://youtu.be/33VUmE6zC4w ...got ‘lifted’ (actually, it was a piece of licorice 2 cents) at the WestSide #Woolworths Five & Dime in Chicago when I was about eight, became a cub scout and paper boy, athlete on the block, in alleys and formed the philosophy you’ll enjoy, or not, I don’t GAF! }

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