#UpKracked @MarvinGaye #ThatsTheWayLoveIs @MaroonFive #Sugar #TheArchies

SUGA, C6H12O6 & THIS CAT’S FACE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 17, 2020

* AMEN, SO BE IT, SO BE ME, SO BE YOU, SO BE US *

You get what you get as soon as you can, diabetic days of sweetness’ assault by my #Wardogs

Take you from innocence to the machine that hydrates and bleeds for the sake of the #Hogs

What you see and what you say is what you get, blind men taught deaf and dumb hoodlums

Traded #TrickleDowns to poor folks who didn’t learn to read or analyze concepts in slums.

That’s the narrow way of love, the way it’s always been and the way it will be until days’ None

When it’s all gone some tomorrow, even the happiness and sorrow, the good, the bad and fun

Ugly is a matter of an evolutionary diversion to perfect the species for survival on Star’s Earth

Once it begins, planetary precession of orbital phenomena manifests, #BlackHole in a heart.

How long do I have? How long do you have, how long does this old heavy motherload's peak

Feel it deep down inside the rest of your life, your whole world is just this way, dead end week

Sure enough, sun rises in the East, sets in the West, regardless of your place on Earth Spaces

Harder as Hell at south and north poles, at a wobbling spin where a fake, frozen axis is & was.

Where it will be when the supernova occurs at some point in the orbital uncertainty principle

Is where I will be, you’ll be there too and all of the joy of the moments, here, now, shot to hell

It’s just fine, it’s alright, alright, alright, like it or not, it is the way it is, you’re privileged funk

One’s an itty, bitty broken-hearted matrix’ cloud of cosmic dust, Milky Way full of honkytonk.

Sugar came from the muck and mire that’s disintegrating into the emptiness, H2O of sublime

It’s a miracle that the living are not all dead, that they ever were created from nothing, lahime

Monkeys see and the monkeys do what they see, repeat ad infinitum, 1001 apes to show & tell

Follow the cracks in front of your face, in the herd that’s how it is, follow the cracks ‘til ya fall!

“Give me some sugar baby!” she said and he said nothing, just kissed the two lips squeezings

Conditional infinity as no more than an abstract concept, I analyzed happiness’ fake gladness

Everything’s everything and Nothing is the rest of It, it appears to be, an all too human blow

Game played, it’s all over, DNA’s a boy’s special & general relativity crutch, friends, let’s roll!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, January 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PSt

{ dialed into @MarvinGaye #ThatsTheWayLoveIs in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/p2R4CNHJrps 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.

#BlackHouse #WhiteUnderpriveleged #WelfareForNobody @JoeSatriani shreddin' the frets for the minions!

JUNK-CHIEFS O’ER MAUI CLIFFS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 16, 2020

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From the streets and alleys, side and backroads, boulevards and avenues of the 7 continents

Seven of them in the midst of random variation of the human DNA and its tiny constituents

Full Monty or just a naked beast of burden to clothe and keep clear of offensive odor scents

Everybody who has missed a shower for a day, two, three or four, the cats eat your corpses.

Navigator on the cruise or the battleship remains on 24/7 watch of the old men and the sea

Proprietor of the seven seas and seven continents, essence of being a stardusted, rocky scree

A complete three act saga of dramatic experience of violated innocence of orphans of a Zeus

Every living man and woman who were boys and girls, boom, was a fertilized ovum, a ruse.

Back off of the attitude that the minions find distasteful, bombshell to be seen but not heard

Inside of the armory with the artillery and munitions, it’s a strategic air command, los lobos

They lay on the pavement in the cities and the authorities allow the new sewers of the absurd

Who hangs around drunk, evil hobos on or off of the streets of America? Other junky hobos.

Certainly, there’s an uncertainty principle, a thought expression that’s the ‘x’ of the equation

The Unknown is everything that we don’t know, that’s an indubitable fact of life, a mortal sin

Meaning that from innocence there’s an infection of guilt passed on by the infected unworthy

Leeches who spell ‘live’ backwards, RNA viral microscopic infections, ‘evil’ with blinded faith.

Homeless men gathered up yesterday, streets and sidewalks cleared by all of the king’s men

Humpty Dumpty dudes and chicks who sat on walls, had a great falls, broke into my lion den

I am armed and dangerous but the bums and junkies don’t care, they will steal & leave dung

Who raised these adult human beings? Where did their holy mamas and papas come from?

Take a moment right now, since your attention has been arrested by the sheriff who I’d shot

I am the deputy who caught a ricochet shot off of the chrome-walled cylinder full of roof rats

There is a probability of being unconscious while being awake and faking the role of a robot

Junk sinks to the sand undersea, wisdom of dead sea scrolls of rolled bones, y’all overshot?

Thought you’d believe in blind faith that your personality/spirit lives after/before a body dies

You won’t care that you’re not immortal until the Time in Space turns into a body of superflys

It’s no butcher shop where you give your number up to someone else, kick the horse, giddyup

You gotta give up the junk you’ve got because you’re a rube and the upper crust of a solo cup.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, January 16, Twenty Twenty Anno Domini

{ Drafted in a box of cubic inches and millimeters while listening to HITS of @CannedHeat on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fntMNNW0nYE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Internet #WorldWideDweebs @ArmstrongAndGettyRockinAirWaves #LoveTheSausageLinksNow #DownTheHatch

 

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.?