#HashtaggedMyAttitude #StepAside #WrapAPipeAroundYourHead #BIDEN2020 #WAIT #WHAT?

SHE’S IN A BLACK HOLE OF CATS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 14, 2019

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You really didn’t want to go there but you did, nobody forced you nor me, it’s a free willy gig

Obfuscation is clearly the modus operandi of the laws of gravity and centrifugal force’s wig

Not for any small reason, this is the stuff that dreams are made of, the very thing you got

Breathing, animated bodies and souls of civilized colonies of a homo sapiens genome dot.

A nucleus of an atom and a conglomeration of them do what they do, fusion or fission too

Explode or implode the perfect circles, triangles and polygons from above as below the blue

Skies around the dirty water, I love that dirty water though, without H2O, it’s a quid pro quo

Perfectly one and the same, from a rogue DNA egg we extrapolate it all, a Biden 2020 blow.

In my jet of an SUV, me and my hot co-pilot track the highways and rural routes, shields high

Bugs can’t stay on the grill, they disintegrate, windshield coated with UFO skin, chips’ shield

There’s a disagreement and a dispute and a threat and a battle, a war and an end to the Sky

In other words, rogues attempt a coup d’etat and fail, get captured and executed on the field.

Inside the house or outside of the atmosphere where angels fear to go, corruption bloodbath

Hoaxes are exposed by the liars who use their precious air with a collusion illusionary dossier

Pretend to be your friend when really you’re the object of a philosophical opponent’s Id wrath

Need a getaway sled for a trek up the hill to the Sierra Nevadas, I got a key, you can rock me!

For the sake of the planet’s substance application to this existence found here and now, I bow

Knuckleheads and worthy saints putting one wing in front of the other, on the runway to Tao

Where nothing is, everything is and has always been, how it all got here in the first place, yes

Winks and nods from superman with neither body nor extra-sense, sleazy bribe God to bless.

Every minute of every day you remind me of the story I’ve been reading, telling it at the rack

Every breath and every swallow I am privileged to steal from the bottom of the bottles’ Jack

Happy to pass out or fight about the flight from here to eternity, you know where it’s goin’ ta

Hot rods runnin’ on the strip and over to the malt shop drive-thru for Betty Sue & Veronica.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is our #Sled, now I spilled the beans on the wicked witch of the west!

c. Saturday, BLOVEMBER 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted this little gem while jammin’ to Nickelblack - Nickelback Tribute Band #ShakinHands & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dxi28-abUpw }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?