#Godsend #FullMonty #EverybodyOnTheFloor @LedZeppelin @GretaVanFleet @FamilyGuy @MCHammer

SOME BEACH ON THE GOLD COAST

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 24, 2019

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Form and matter come One and all to the greatest show on Earth, the only show here up high

For what it’s worth, there’s really no reason for life and death, just to be, to eat, to live or die

Parrots and the 24/7 you get to spend in the real or pretend jungles, concrete or a greenland

Skulls and crossbones leftover with Thanksgiving pumpkin, bird, pig, fruit, jello & cool whip.

Moments after fools who operate the puppets who scream to get out of their sick joker quips

Drop dead gorgeous as it should be when you are as happy as a lark or an idiot to the moons

Torture your mama, who writes scripts for #FamilyGuy & #TwilightZone for gold doubloons

If the almighty origin of heaven and earth actually exists, we need to read the Viking’s runes.

It’s an abomination to be on the way down to the bottom of the barrel of monkeys, sixteen 2’s

Hens are all up in arms with their skimpy wings and chicken legs, they calm down the blues

Pussy cats and bald boys and hairy girls move on from adolescence to elder adulthood boom

Making much ado about nothing, as if it matters that you’re here and now, to die for, soon.

Dads drink too much because their addicted to the alcohol not because of the make-up sex

Blood and bones walked and flew on the way to Oz, still there at the wizard’s happy place

Open books, open minds, wide open legs and arms make the world go around and around

Ad infinitum, wobbling and orbiting the burning balls of a star player of the orbital sound.

Picking up the funk where it left you off the last time you said WTF to me, flip a bird and bee

For you and for me, food for thanks and drinks for love and money, you got change for a 20?

No worries, I cannot believe a thing said about a metaphysical spin, everything is everything

There’s an alternative to Marco Polo, it’s Columbus or the sweet swamp, you said badabing!

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r j j stephan, i

c. SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 24TH, 2019 A.D. @ 01:00 AM

{ drafted while watchin’ Cutaway Compilation Season 4 - Family Guy (Part 5) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/74S1fQDZYkM }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OnFireWithoutASpark #FIRE @sPRINGSTEEN @gUY @pOYNTERS

LOCKDOWN, WORD-UP ROCKAWAY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 23, 2019

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Apple trees or pear trees didn’t matter much, Adam plowed the furrow, Eve’s drained swamp

Nobody and nothing can follow the logic and reason from the premise to the conclusion lump

Everything is all rolled into a ball in outerspace, nothing left except every little thing, Big One

Shakin’ and rattlin’ aged men and young studs just by shakin’ her money makin’ hoochie coo.

Gates of heaven and hell swung wide open and waiting for the minions to thrust in, never out

Once a dot has incarnated and survived still-births of folks who give a damn, twist and shout

Particular to the specific, in general, nothing to me and the perceptions of this reality’s phuq

Orphan or eldest of six, that mama walked, that papa balked and left the whole world to suck.

In a circle’s line drive or a triangle’s 3, 45 degree angles, 3 blind men, 65 chessed out squares

Apples, pears & pomegranate berries, sweet/sour taste of waste, ingrown metaphysical hairs

Tiger by the tail and a lion in the den, the cool cats are all copacetic, 3 course meal is in utero

Cool cats and old coots bringing up the status symbols of the bedroom, sexy mama, no Soho!

Awe and shock being right where it’s always been, behind your baby eyes and nose, in a head

In a mind, full of concocted doors of perception, morality and ethics of live jokers, so dead

Pertaining to the nature of blow and suck, it is what the Earth does, after all is said and done

Mic up the guys in the back of the room, no ladies or girls way back there in the darkness fun.

War of this Earth in the final battle of the cell’s nucleus, nuclear war just a way to Supernova

It’s not personal, the dream of mankind ends just like it began, in a whimper of star dirt caca

Famous or not, The Way of warriors is the only way, the alternative is just to be, a DNA germ

Fight for your right to suck or blow a Goddess’ outerspace face, photo-finished Sperm-worm!

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r j j stephan, i

c. SAMEDI, ROCKTOBER 23RD, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ LIKE a snake slithering from tree to tree lookin’ for a sight for sore eyes, drafted in God’s waterdam listenin’ to mighty @BuddyGuy while angels were walkin’ by the blind men, jammin’ to #WhatKindOfWomanIsThis in a loop, link @ https://youtu.be/0zhV99Bvrgg }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LostBrothers #LostSisters #StopBotheringMe #ChainLightening @SteelyDan @AllmanBrothers @BluesBrothers #KatyLIedAgain

SOMEPLACE I CAN DEEP-SLEEP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 22, 2019

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Dear life was what I was clingin’ to when I saw her walkin’ her dog that don’t ever bite

Like a thief in the night, I slipped her love into my darkness and got into the bee’s hive

Strings got attached to it all, from breathing to forty winks 24 and 7, I had never got tied

At the place I was called to be, in the middle of the matrix’ deflated singularity, Katy lied.

Clicking the mouse cursor on the meat and potato #ClickBait hashtags, wastin’ my time

Stupid songs and poetic lines that win nothing but a place on a closet’s shelf, a dust sign

No more colloquiums and nasty white wine’s crackers, Hors d'oeuvres and Cuban cigarillos

I really need to leave for a while, going for a long ride on my horse, #Trigger use me logos!

In the French quarter or the borough where Brooklyn landed, at SFO or MIA, all the same

Men and women doin’ dirty work and the work of God, of the powers that be, glorified fame

Turned heads, turned the world round and round in circles of wobbling, counter revolutions

Numbers came up, counted, divided and multiplied, votes were in, I win, I win the millions.

On the gravel next to the bushes by the railroad tracks, in between the yards of outlaw huts

Always up by dawn and down for the count around bewitching hour, as old bogeymen hunt

Expanding men on this day, the shape grows too large to contain the spirit’s #FakeNews ruts

4Hard ball and soft ball, thrown to be hit out of the park, to die for, I drop back 5 and I punt.

Winners and losers at this juncture of the composition, vying for dominance over fake pain

Miracles of the natural Cause and Effect of the matrix, recorded and forgotten as if never in

Our baby minds evolved into the swell, integrated adult ones, that decide stupid should hurt

Because if you didn’t know it, stupid, you’ll know soon that the jig is up, hold your head high!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, BLOVEMBER 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 9:99 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to #MyOldSchool #KatyLied #BadSneakers & HITS by @SteelyDan #SteelyDan & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Sq8OU-7JDFA & https://youtu.be/shIfrFFUFlY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?