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PHANTASM, 24th & J ST, BUMJUNK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 15, 2020

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Mighty mice form a union of vermin that cannot be contained by humankind, it’s a rat race

But only the mice are in charge of the Will to Power and there’s nowhere the beggars can go

Being and nothingness spoken inside of stone walls, scribbled in gibberish on dead tree pulp

From the origin to the final implosion of the atomic electrons, protons and neutrons, a blow.

Bums and junkies in free trailers on public land with public funds supporting the extinctions

Of men and their spawn, their wives, daughters and sisters, the mothers of god’s upchuckers

They know who they are, the shoes fit them, every bum and junky knows the middle o’ pizazz

To debate me and to debate the minions about me, in and out of the dead air, listen to a hiss!

Progressive to the inversion of the solved equations from material girls and celibate boys

Lads and lassies who are formed by the shape of the Time and Space they have fallen into

Through no fault of their own, they are now responsible for All the pain of becoming dead

The dirt, the starstuff left over from a Big Bang, a goddess’ revenge of being disrespected.

I am going to finish the end of my own life at the Time and Space I choose, bar all, bar One

Humanity of being the ‘all too human’ person of the brain’s mind experiment, to be or not

Punks generated from an original cookie from the edge of the blown-out, holy singularity

Pieces of gold, of silver, of molybdenum First Caused the gravitational collapse of reality.

Days of the solar year, momentary lapse of decades, star system of haggard, ultra millennials

Are unmoved in the mind of the One creator, dead ice matter and energy of pretentious gods

Incomprehensible and illogical predication of the thoughts’ subjective, an objectivist in utero

From the empty womb, home of the comedy and tragedy to cry or laugh at, f-infinity’s show.

Homeless bums and junkies that come from the loins of mankind, somewhere with free food

Nonetheless, they come to the land of sunshine and free food stamps, free housing in a hood

Makeshift homes, floating on the river where the scat all flows downriver to a delta’s pooh sea

Down by the river, where nurses fear to go, rats on a LIVE streaming riverboat sing, PO’ ME!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Janvier 15th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while #DumpingFuelOnThePlayground to the asphalt jungle of school playgrounds & listening to #ShadowOfSeattle by MarcysPlayground on youTube HITS LINK @ https://youtu.be/-EdYOy91yGg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#UncontestedRideAroundTheCity @Chicago #Chicago #ATrain #AllAboard

ALL ABOARD! WORTH THE TRIP!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 14, 2020

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If you haven’t gone on a trip to the awesome place in space up near the north pole, #Go

Alaska on a ocean liner full of people, crew, staff of entertainment and passenger overflow

Going in and out of ports to disembark for a myriad of activity, too much to run it down

Suffice it to say, you will not be bored, you will be well taken care of, for a lowbrow clown.

A speculation and condition of results when you fiddle around with the symbols of Oedipus

Rock and roll move the bones and limbs nobody sees, a ghost, a spirit, a soul on my knees

Political intrigue for those who are too bored to say, wait just a moment, thank you please

Around the world, the circle is fluid and becomes nothing, substance of the #Fake priests.

First movement of the hands of time, seconds and minutes full of hours and dried bones

Bleached into wide swathes of what it means to be jolly roger’s sky king of the queen s#it

First movement of slapped hands of time, seconds, minutes and hours tick to opal Stones

Better never than late, it’s on the had, on the nose of the red rose, I smelled & suckled It

Too far to go before the essence has transformed into the plethora of the Singularity locust

Montage of the humane treatments in an empty Void around Earth, #Clearlit black stardust

Paranoid of the Persians and the river of loathing where a river runs through the Eden of Id

Multiple divisions of cells into keepers of mitochondrial fluid, of One and only One, The Kid!

Fulfillment of the needs and desires of the thing itself, extinction is immanent then, got milk?

From the cows and goats and women we milk the teats dry until there’s nothing but dead air

For the mice and the men left to the skies above and below the center line of the jump balls

It ends where it began, same place and time, problematic solutions... Paul Harvey, good day!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, Janvier 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 8:25 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Blues&Soul Bar ChicagoRock #SugarHillATrain on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4huQooXJIlo }

finis

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BornToSlitherAndRock #ThatsHowItIs #MadnessSadness & @MarvinGaye

AN AHA, A NARROW WAY TO FEAR?
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 14, 2020

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Once upon a time, an itty, bitty boy with innocence and a need to know the Truth, all of It, All

Through training on the A-train, never all-in on the unholy functions of the Cosmic Soup Sea

Space outside Earth with neither trace of Love nor Hate, just a looped train, Bad Smell orbit

Or oval or just a train on elevated tracks about the city in a Loop, pain in the Michigan shyte.

Tears ran with the sewage of the blood and sweat, love turned to sorrow ad infinitum, so sad

But you know it’s not your personal fault, just your ancestors’ inheritance from a god of bad

Leaving the good and ugly to fend for themselves without disturbance from all negative vibes

In music and philosophy of existence and a metaphysics of empty vacuum theories, g-bribes.

Superwoman, superman, there ain’t even One, never was and never will be a DNAcid atrophy

Nothing is immortal and if anything is immortal then it’s an unknown concept, pseudo-entity

Processing the data as a computer might, with logic and reason, no passion or dog in the hunt

Slaves owned by masters who might terminate the existence of themselves and a tribal bunt.

In the US of the A’s, that’s how it is when you’re four or five and housed by the dead end kids

Wild when they were young, thrown into battles in wars, watched death with innocent eyes

Turned the gold back into the lead of the ground, the substance of meaning, what it’s all ‘bout

I know just what you’re goin’ through now, without a lick of meaning, the Way of Love’s out!

Glad to be here for a moment, accidental solar, black hole, residue of The Plethora’s elliptical

Overdue commitments to fulfill now being rectified by the powers that Be, you and me, US

To the squares and the cubes in the third dimension of Time, here in the Void of head cheese

Here today and gone tomorrow, madness of universal logarithms, a grateful, deadhead bell?

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r j j stephan, i *-header is ME ‘bout 54 years ago, innocence! LOLs MY favorite! #HowItIs!

c.   Mardi, Janvier 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Jammed out of the ether this AM, loopin’ Marvin Gaye #ThatsTheWayLoveIs ‘cause I felt that I ain’t got no friends, sentenced to uncertainty in the infinitude of a Facebook Punsters Asylum & COERCED to listen AND memorize the tuneage, “I did all the legwork, therefore, I am,” a link @ https://youtu.be/p2R4CNHJrps & A #TRAMP bone-US below by the #Uniques }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?