#AsOneForAMomentInTime #NotATwosome #TheNuge & #RunDMC #LosLonelyboys

I AM FIRED, SPIKES FLYIN’, CAPUT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, November 13, 2019

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Hey mamacita, que pasa? We gotta move fast because they’re comin’ after us, not you it’s me

Did some things and I can’t even tell you about them because those things, too horrible to see

I never wanted to lose your love so I knew, I just had to walk away to keep you safe, I am TNT

Could blow at any time ‘cause my bones got tweaked from 19 to 23, in cold wars with old me.

Got a rifle, gun, knife and a grenade, I love my country, I kill my enemy, God blessed my sins

I didn’t sneeze, just want to know that I’m forgiven for being lost in a warrior’s skin and bone

Like a bad dream or maybe it was a wet one, a cold one, funky cold Medina, blue blood buds

Form and substance made the first move and then I made mine, fired up all the rock engines.

Now we’re on the same page for the duration of the thought, it’ll come and it’ll go, that’s fat

For once or maybe for the last time, we think therefore we are, that may be true or bull scat

Nothing but a thing, jumpin’ in the clubs until I fly home to the crib and check out S.E.Cupp

Plans for the night and strikin’ out with four balls on the way home, fired, slidin’ spikes up.

I get the last word for fifty dollars and I’m payin’ or puttin’ it on my tab, hasta la vista baby

Don’t even try to move, I got you, I’m huggin’ and diggin’ you, can’t get bored with this action

I know it won’t last, it’ll be like a ship in the night, layin’ pipe in and out of the bay, just to win

Games of life, death, children, chicks and buddies, a linear speck of cosmic gold dust, All In.

Affection for me makes me yawn, I need the oxygen to process the suck of my exhaust CO2s

Nothing personal, it’s just what happened after the fright-scare of the monster in my room

I was about four and that’s the first and last time the gorillas from hell came to be my doom

I wasn’t foolin’ around, my job’s disintegrating smoked mirrors, beats of a scat load of blues.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 14TH, 2019 A.D. @ 12:00 midnight, 12 o’clock high, I’m with the BAND!

{ drafted blastin’ #RockBox #HIT RunDMC https://youtu.be/WA-zaE6aevs on youTube }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AsSheDoesWhatSheDoes #JustDontDoIt #ImmortallyYoursBaby

---- #noEscapebaby ----

SHE COMES, AS SHE LAYS DYING

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, November 13, 2019·

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Do not shoot this messenger, it’s not my fault that I carry the torch for the Absolute Truth

Hidden deep in the Vatican and the Holy See with a map on the ceiling and floor in a booth

No waitresses or waiters, no cooks, no chefs, no mothers milk, Nothing but a thing, Y O U

Cause of the effects you see and ones that will be, that is invisible, arbitrary UV light blue.

Elephant in a mouse-hole or a mouse in an elephant hole, either way, mine or a US highway

Mantra of the smoke and mirrors to make the babies feel better about being alone in the day

All alone at night under the stars, clouded by the water vapors, hydro-carbons of neutrino pal

Time and Space is a vote of the universal, empty set { } of nugatory essence, God’s a criminal.

Oh, what would you do if you created a family of people and then abandoned them in a tube?

Smaller than a test tube, miniature people dolls alive, eating, defalcating my funds, loving me

Taking everything I got ‘cause I gave it everything I had, all of my friends left me here, below

Alone, deep in the open sea of outer space, way up above the border of the Rio Grande, I flow.

Poncho didn’t know that I had to go far away from the surface, I was in the open public parks

In the darkness where the eyes can’t see me, where I thrive without the light, love social marx

If the governing body of the minions wants everything you’ve got, you are forced to give it up

The rot of death is yours, release your mythological tips, love your mama, we’re already gone!

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r j j stephan, i *As I Lay Dying - link @

c. BLOVEMBER 13TH, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted knowing that my mother and father were BOTH genders, female and male, yet I am ONE! Who would have thought? Drafted while jammin’ to the debts that will not be paid and will lead to #Bankruptcy of the #Void, & jammin’ to Korn #WordUp on youTube link @https://youtu.be/-M7vOnlcLbo

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Fundamental #Primal #SuperNova #RipEddieMoney

 #OHmama

H2O, JUZGADO & A HOOSEGOW *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 12, 2019

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Remember a possibility that you would escape the indenturism of parents and marshal law

Surviving whether we like it or not, the alternative is a permanent fall from grace, a deadhead

Not that bad if you don’t mind eyes wide open without seeing the light, sunburned skin raw

Stone blind habits, feeling for the home base place and moving set paces up and down ahead.

For no reason at all, words come up out of nowhere and push my hand to movin’ to and fro

With a pen or keyboard, phrases and sentences and paragraphs of pages later, no I gotta blow

Got a hot date with a fine lady that will never wait, not for me or anyone else, snooze you lose

It’s a stroke of luck that I’ve scored the homeruns in a hole, then I die, postmortem’s Nothing.

On an island full of sand because it’s a nodule on the Earth’s surface, above the waterline’s ice

Frozen and melted, ad infinitum, life lives in a one cell or multi cell organism, keepers of Sun

Within the DNA the explosion of the First Cause’s Big Bang is replicated, from my Day One

Morning I stuck my head into the mix, that was on down to the waterline alright, rolled dice.

Playin’ up and down the scales of drum and cymbal sounds, heartbeats, plucked my strings

Last breath is just a shout away no doubt, nothing personal, it is what it is so Sally lay down

What matters is the form, the form is the shape of things, animated or stationary, egg things

Round or oblong in form, magic replication of one cell, geometric progression of gold to own.

Value of the scarce commodity is thoroughly mythical, imaginary and the treasure of royalty

No pauper or working girl or boy will get anything more than daily bread and a deep state fee

Charged everything to the #Mastercard, #Visa or #AmexGold, I paid the wild balance for two

It took every penny I could scrape up with the two jobs and the novel royalties, #BookOfBlue.

I realized what I had years ago, I was told never to let go but to hold on loosely for control

Her daddy told me, my daddy told me, I call the old men daddy ‘cause their over 100 by now

Up in heaven or down in hades or somewhere in a Black Hole of their choice, now I gotta roll

Onto the end of the dream up and down inner space, where angels fear to go, my hoosegow!

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 12TH, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to some Leslie West Mountain #MississippiQueen on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qFhM1XZsh6o }

• “In Spanish, juzgado means "panel of judges, courtroom." The word is based on the Spanish past participle of juzgar, meaning "to judge," which itself was influenced by Latin judicare-a combination of jus, "right, law," and dicere, "to decide, say." When English speakers of the American West borrowed juzgado in the early 1900s, they recorded it the way they heard it: hoosegow. They also associated the word specifically with the jail that was usually in the same building as a courthouse. Today, hoosegow has become slang for any place of confinement for lawbreakers.” - LINK @ https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/hoosegow

W.W.A.R.D.?