#ItsATwoFerDay #PunksRuleTheUnionAndConfederacy #YuleTideForAll #GrapevineUP&DOWN @MorganWallen

WE’RE PUNKIN’ FOR JESUS’ ASTER*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 19, 2019

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He’s coming around once again, like a rocket ship that uses the cosmic zone to escape orbit

Out of this world, as we know it, an alien creator of the whole shebang celebrates the One

From Egypt to Schenectady and down to the FLA and on and on, around the hemispheres

North to South and forced to move East to West to live life more than once every day, jets!

Who know that staying ahead of Time was like living more than your allotment for the Never

Nobody, that’s who, at the foundation of the ground of being, down to the core of the Earth

A blind faith belief in the Unseen feeling you get when you know you’re all alone, uh, Forever

Plum out of the matter and the form, in a black hole’s singularity, we must go, in afterbirth!

Up the lazy rivers that only move downstream, we move the unmoved to a high mountaintop

In Ukraine or in Tennessee, it is what it is until I change my mind and decide, I just can’t stop

Conquered and calling a truce to the ultimate explosion of war in the minds of Babel’s towers

Neither Alexander the Great nor Julius Caesar could handle the Truth, but a dream in a boat.

Fortunate sons and illegitimate daughters impregnate the genome and release the hounds, yo

It is the nature of the conquered beasts to cower and give up their liberty to act as they decide

Good, bad, evil and ugly team up on the DNA we got, the acid masquerades as a phlegm hide

Viral infections and viral videos are similar in that they have NO RNA, they need DNA aflow.

Eat the Space and Time on the table in front of you or you don’t leave until the plate is clean

I don’t care if you have to sit there all night, you will eat the liver of the cow or pig, Mr. Bean

You never say a word but you get the point across as the native americans did to the Vikings

Two millennia on imaginary Past history, after a #SacraficialLamb checks the royal queens!

Last Word to the First Cause, if there’s any way to actually communicate from here to cielo

I prayed in the olden days, eyes closed, hands folded, on my knees, before and after a mass

That changed the body and blood backwards from bread and wine, a Last Supper of hobos

Twelve or more, or maybe less philosophical stragglers who liked a guy with no daddy, Yo!

So, a virgin got pregnant like they do these days in 2019 or 2020 but there’s nobody’s savior

Not here or now, nothing but welfare boys and girls who ate stamps of bread & milk welfare

Voodoo magic came, just short of the revolution, the ellipse was eclipsed by foo fight drool

Who knows what will happen when stars come out at night, we’re from Punk’s pie, ya fool!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, FREEZEMBER 19th, 2019 A.D. @ 10:10 AM PST

{ Composed in utero, listenin’ to Gwen Stefani & Blake Shelton #YouMakeItFeelLikeChristmas on youTube loop link @ https://youtu.be/3ZT9_H4-hbM }

*Aster means: Star & Punkin’ means: Blind Faith Believer...so don’t git yo panties in a bunch!

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ToughTimesAreEternal #BeTheBallOfDirt #ChampionsDieTooFoo

SUPERFLY PSYCHOTIC NEUROSIS*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 19, 2019

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You & I will never know what happens afterlife here on the planet Earth, bones down under

It doesn’t matter if you were born in a cage, a test-tube, down on the block or in the streets

Commendable attempts to obfuscate the clear water of liquid gas, without it, we’re toasted

Up the shiitake creek of our makeshift brother and sister folds and herds, mass of the dead.

We put the stone markers above the ground with a WORD, a name called bones’ god of man

Put a frame under the skin and sinews that keep us all in Future Shock, Mama Earth bubblin’

These guys and girls who got here before US, they did what they did and we now live, wuzup?

Culture beat into the dense minds of ignorant youngsters who skipped Wisdom, got held up!

In a pickle and in a soup line for liquid, my bread and butter, I recycle for the Good of man

I put everything I take right back into the surface of the Mother, she awaits, I do what I can

It’s all over in a NYC minute, once you’ve hung around ninety years, combustion Saints dead

Future shock is right here and now, reading these words of your Ma & Pa they’ve never said.

It’s all about the birds, the cattle, the Earth fauna we consume and recycle into the dirty ball

What it’s always been, dirty ball of spinnin’ creator-god, Eros of the pantheon, god’s of us all

Keepin’ it real or unreal makes no difference in the end, finally you won’t be deceived by light

Doom’s darkness, pray for your mama, she ain’t comin’ but pray anyway, God, that’s insight!

By the Way, the straight and narrow one that you can only proceed without return, forever Id

Helping a super Ego to move, to animate, to breathe in and out, an accident gone into a skid

Knowledge is power and if you have none you’re in the deep water without a paddle, just pray

All you have left is to beg the powers that may not be anything but a Void, on your knees Ray!

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r j j stephan, i

c. JEUDI, FREEZEMBER 19TH, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #RightOnForTheDarkness #BackToTheWorld & #FutureShock by Curtis Mayfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/g2udbdAmdkc }

* P.S. YOUR DAUGHTER AIN’T ON A SOUP LINE, YOU GD FOO!

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoodGod #WhoaDude #MamaWorkinOnAChainGang?

SWEET BLACK TEA, A DIRE STRAIT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 18, 2019

************* #PokeSaladLife **************

Walkin’ along the dirt roads for a spell, just tryin’ to trip on to the next day’s journey/trip

We did alright until the hammer came down and the alligators started comin’ out jaw grip

Tight and pulled down to the bottom to drown the mouth breather, then tote home adjourn

Of pimentos or a wretched bunch of weeds to crumble into happy smoke’s enthralling burn.

Chain gangs or tiny barred or walled cell of walls, ceiling and a floor boxed the dog, an insider

Nevermore or frequently all the time forever, matters about as much as a dried drop of water

What were you going to eat when your mama and daddy died or decided to fade to blackout?

Just wait around with your bird-beak open, crying for food to stay alive, a wretched shoutout!

Nothing ever really mattered from the get-go, lazy sons of female dogs were good as deadbeat

Thumping the gods on the ground of being and on down to the core, back up to the hind teat

Coming on strong and being the thrust of the holy seat of your mama, she got it right, I am It

Whatever it was meant to be is now what it is, I flow, I bow, I blow, suck it in, SOB G-damIt!

Bad boys with bad backs finding what they looked for, the trouble with a capital T for the talk

On the radio, on the TV or just face to face, mouth to mouth inspiration, kiss of two sweet lips

Under the spells of the concocted words of my sisters and grand mamas and uncle’s #Bettys

All of them as sweet as a mess of flowers, fresh picked for your love, to be One, All I ever sees.

Big boys and big girls raised from scratch with independence in mind, without supervision

All of them on their own, lookin’ for peace or trouble depending on the need to bleed or eat

To fight for life, to eat the plants and animals long enough to get to the final cut of last gasps

Sudden death overtime, seconds tickin’ off of the clock, I’m hungry, I’m thirsty, I am WASPS.

Somebody call the pope, we need the highest priest you can muster from a glut of my godson

Wretched group of frustrated genomes failed at the orgasmic function, reproduction 1 & done

From the only One that ever mattered to anyone, the origin of DNA, life as we know it, mama

First nothing then something and then back to nothing, The Ride of Warriors, what fun papa!

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r j j stephan, i

c. MERCREDI, FREEZEMBER 18TH, 2019 A.D. @ 12:12 AM PST

{ drafted as I lay living the dream again, ad infinitum, just because...& listenin’ to a loop of @TonyJoWhite #PokeSaladAnnie on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MCSsVvlj6YA}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?