#NANGNR #BeforeWeGoBetterKnow #WhatTimeIsIt ?#WhatWholeThing? #AsIs #WWARD #TheWholeShebang #KickinItInKiev

SUGAR, PUT YO’ HANDS IN THE AIR

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, November 15, 2019

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WTF is this? A masquerade party of washed-out coiffures of professors and secretaries

Laughing about how funny it is that they never thought they’d be in the public red eyes

Showing the beautiful dental work of the chuckles will help with the photo-ops’ airbrush

My teeth and you teeth have bitten off more than it can chew, where’s your daddies, eh?

Whistle-blow this with your rights to face your accuser, you ARE guilty by an association

With the dentures slipping in and out of the jaws due to polident failure of #DueProcess

Which constitution are you living under? United in states of amnesia, I recollect it, Yes!

I’ve forgotten everyone and everything before day 1, my day 1 before my concept, sin Sin.

Insider dreams within my cranium are not in the #Ukraine hashtag but millions are, #Word

It was made flesh and It dwelt amongst us, from a hand-off to a fully elongated flipped T-bird

Inspector of the generals sham to keep the troops under the thumb of the Unknown genie jin

Created this dream within a dream by accident or fine-ass design, to wit, beautifully human!

Let me whisper in your ear again, it’s a sweet nuthin’ but my heated breath gets high on Fire

If not the flame itself, sniffing the smoke and soot bring me back home, a Big Bang blow, sire

Knights and paupers, queens, kings, princesses and their history’s phantasmagorical vacuum

Way down the black hole to the singularity when it opens your mind and your guts to empty!

In and out of Time and Space goes the worm, burrowing wherever there’s no resistance here

Rainfall from heaven never reaches the ground of being here and now, dried up prune’s fear

Standing on the corner watching all of the girls go by, from my school and across the tracks

South Jersey down the block, right in back of my bedroom’s window glass, dream flashbacks.

What are you talking about? Two bits of hyperbole for everyone born in a holy see, gold One

US or E, the mail won’t end the strife, data-wars and info-gluttons devour the bytes, two by two

Ready to hurt your feelings, imagine this, you’ve got one more day to live, soon, you are nigh

Contingency appropriated, #FakeNews love of divinity’s POTUS’ peach, an ingrown hair pie.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FRIDAY, BLOVEMBER 15TH, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ #Squawk #ConscienceOfTheNation trolling in utero, listenin’ to #FakeNews chatter on the #Marconi listenin’ to The Facebook Church of Armstrong and Getty on Talk 650 KSTE Armstrong & Getty #RunUpTheFlagpole & #InBetween listenin’ to #TheGreatOne RadioAtlantis Mark Street PODCAST link @ https://youtu.be/LjA3LNNg9Kk }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?