#PostedPostToasties #HeyBaby @WARTheBand #TheGhetto @DonnyHathaway

DIVIDING GOD’S DIFFERENTIALS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 24, 2019

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It adds up to zero when you step back from the fray and divvy up spoils between Us and Them

X marked the spot more than once, the treasure is now back together in one, a demon's’ gun

A box of dealios with a can of worms, squirmin’ to get free of the dirty soil and grime, my son

You and I don’t know anything more than we did the day we were born free, it’s One’s datum.

Hurryin’ and scurryin’ under a wall’s foundation, in the black or red asset’s debit, YoJimmy !

Acc0unting for the First cell created from Nothing and on to the Final End-Run-Around, slim

On the nature of being a beastie boy, bones leftover in campfires deliver the Word of Psychos

Men pretending that One lives after the beasts’ bones give up the ghost, It ends in dark holes.

Either pound it in with a hammer like a nail or twist it down clockwise, never go in or out, kid

It’s not for you to say or think about since you’re a mere cog in the macrophagic, magic of Id

Armor to provide protection as good as a smoked cigarette gets, Kool to Camel, tobacco tripe

Thank the natives who grew the plants of leaves in meadows, waitin’ for a stoked peace pipe.

Ego dead, super-Ego at the wake, leaving the Id to do as It will do, it’s causation of the effects

The ENDS cannot come to fruition without the ORIGINS, in a posh condo penthouse, or alley

The stuff of grace that fills the coffer full of the Good, The Bad and indeed, The Ugly with sex

Giving it and taking it for the sake of the clan, a genetic pool of me and you, a taboo, my hex.

Frequent trips from the bed to the coffin for the many, they leave it all behind, they wake up

Look around, find the Self right here and now where It has always been, always will be done

Your free will to do anything you please is restricted by the Time and Place here in the Space

Ghetto yeah! It’s all broadcast to two ears of The Many to manipulate goods, dabs and uglys.

Children and their parents will not be spared the injustice, they’re warriors in the empty Void

Trippin’ to the beats of rhythm and white knight rhyme of the turkeys in the Republican roast

Hectic moves, wobbles, spins, rotations, revolutions, just what a PhD doctor ordered, I avoid

Now then, gotta grope in a state of #FakeNews affairs, #WTF in full regalia, up in my Ghost!

It’s be a good night once you find out before the dawn that #EverythingIsEverything, alright?

Completed the mission, satisfied my desires and need to bleed for the mob, the herd of Fight

For the survival of the species, the naturally selected attractions fulfill the need to bleed, Slim

If you dive deep and come up in the shallows, that’s the Way of Warriors, #FAT’S milk scum.

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r j j stephan, i

c. DIMANCHE, BLOVEMBER 24TH, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

* { COPY! Jammin’ #InATrance to #TheGhetto by Donny Hathaway @https://youtu.be/ptIcert_Ra8  #BumperJamz #DeepHealingMusic @ https://youtu.be/4wtG01ymIjE #FullOfZen & a harbinger of #TESLA #KnockOnWood grooves @ https://youtu.be/Kceiks__PsE }

*THE HEADER, a microphone logo for this piece is of the mighty Agradio Armstrong & Getty link Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST M-F }

 FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?