#Phantasms & #PerfectPussyCats #EyesGotMessedUp #DrinkMuddyWaterToo

WE GET WHAT WE GAVE, IN STYLE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 28, 2020

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Pinch me so I can see if the dream’s real or fake, easy to see when it’s as bright as a dark star

Music fades but filled up to the hilt, where angels fear to go above & below toothpaste tartar

On the divine teeth of the empty ether, simpletons find TheSimpsons to be One, animated

Wanting the horticulture and the civilized tongues of the Word and signals of the favored.

Got a reason to live, got what I gave and I gave it all for the kid, gave my life in a flash of scat

Couldn’t save myself and couldn’t save the world not even a hardass roach or dirty ol’ rat a tat

Not only was the fix in but also the fix was guaranteed by powers that be, not even li’l old me

Awareness of DNA within and the Void of Hercules without the genome, is It all there is, free.

In the left ventricle or the right auricle a pump of living soul moves the beat of the rhythm bit

Reasonable and rational as the smile on my face, worn on my sleeve, my emotional rescue tea

I got exactly what I gave, sometimes nothing, sometimes something or other, I’m double Two

Fear of ending in a thick fog of a 5 freeway soiree, reality is as it happens, Black Mamba’s blue.

Now multiplied stats divide running of the miracle mile for the fortunate sons’ shave lather

Leaving ro eggs and the insemination animation to be out of will power control, say it later

Got to be down on my knees for this dreamer’s disease, it’s not my fault that it’s all there is

Opened eyes and closed mind yet bombarded by the cosmic light stimuli and kool-aid fizz.

You might say ‘Beat It’ but it means nothing unless you’ve got a back-up to enforce in-outfits

Hands clapping, legs dancing, music deep inside me and you, don’t let us have epileptic fits

Keep the faith and the hope that the love will never fall completely apart, just snappin’ fjords

Bottom line’s crackin’ the cover and disappears with Time’s flight in Space skeert passwords.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Janvier 28th, 2020 A.D. Rita Hayworth (1918-87) Natalie Wood (1938-81) Magic 8 Ball drafted @ 2038 hours listenin’ to #DreamersDisease #YouGetWhatYouGive THE NEW RADICAL 激進份子s on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dD6il4cEEfs }

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#WOKED #PostThePest @SANTANA @WARtheBand #CalledOutFromTheBarrio #ForgetAboutIt

POE'S #WOKE, DONE GONE FISHIN’

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 28, 2020

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From the honkeys and the Toms come the grief of the drifters, from the tracks of ghetto chit.

Gave the two new kids on the Chicago blocks of 2020 A.D. a peanut butter sandwich tattoo

On your forehead where the people look to see if you’re good, bad or just as ugly as grandpa

From the bottom of the barrel of monkeys, where wise men fear to go, they die there #Bro.

When it’s all come down to this, it’s all enough to kill a horse or at least beat One into bytes

Tiny fools lovin’ the small bag of money you got in your backpack, look out, reaper’s comin’

You can’t stop it, you’ll drown or be crushed or maybe just left out to rot in the God’s dam It

From the honkeys and the Toms come the grief of the drifters, from the tracks of ghetto schit.

You know what it’s like to die right? Behind your shades, behind your eyes, there is It, a Void

Down, dirty, up your sleeve with an eternal thrust into darkness’ form, I’m a singularity droid

Into the days of a blazing, burning out Oxygen generator, cosmic light turned into my breath

In and out of my mind’s lungs, the theory goes, you’re born, live and die in the end, it’s Ends.

I have no PhD or MBa but I got a shirt on my back and boots on my feet, blood, taxes & fools

Everywhere, all around the place in space where I am, Ma & Pa dropped a dime, how I rolls

Maybe a Tootsie or a Rolls, either way the thing itself is no more nor less than rat snitch scum

Below the slugs and moles, barnacles and mitochondria congregate to prepare the infinitum.

Lights came on, I blinked for a hundred years, it dawned on my day, spun my star’s asteroid

Angels are nothing more than everything other than me, my baby’s learned Ego, super Freud

Full or empty of the Words that made the Flesh, it all is comin’ down to a holy, post mortem

Living left hangin’ around the deep state’s holes in grounds of being, all there is, It’s all done.

Golden pity on the dearly departed for leaving before you & I, no worries, you got hot thighs

It’s a comin’ hot mess, singin’ about it, you know it, last taste & gasp, cut out sunlight’s rise

Into an Event’s horizon you go, stretched into microscopic lines of the Black Hole’s ugly Good

Invisible, indivisible and all of It, One left over, relaxed a Big Bang’s Puff, bled out of blood!

Jump the phqn freaks from behind, there is only a game without any rules left so we eat it all

From the red and black dirt minerals and the refused junk in the yard, come what I am in Fall

Runnin’ dozens and grossing out the innocent and the beautiful minds of raped alien dreams

#Woke and awakened consciousness, I animate the cartoon’s body and soul on BlackJack 49!

Lonely road with too many thoughts of the rights and the wrongs between me and star gazes

Long and narrow, no way to get on the shoulder, on the gravel, it’s an empty void of ho-Azzes

Ends from the Original Bang, it was Big, it was Small, It is all there is, debt to pay in full first

I jumped up, I jumped around, first and last move from the emptiness, skate into of course!

Blast I had today, I hope we can do it again but we probably won’t, it’s over when it’s over chit

Freedom and my choice to be alive or dead, watchin’ the rules and regs, hoppin’ all around it

Eventually the Event Horizon pulls your super-Ego into the bottom’s top, tip of the caput pill

Equalizers left in white houses of DARK trash, swimmin’ with FISH in heaven boys, eat, kill!

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r j j stephan, i #NEVERMOREnevermore

c. Mardi, Janvier 28th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Draft Kobe-completed Ends while listenin’ to #Angel by E V E R L A S T ( B A N D ) on an eternal loop link @ https://youtu.be/89hOIUAobYY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#HeresTheDirtyLowDown @BozScaggs #WhatItIsIsUnbelievable #GetMeOutOfThisWARD

END ONE ORIGIN OF REVOLUTION

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 27, 2020

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As the universe is, the world we live in spins in circles, as it was intended after the Big Bangs

Many and the One in conflict with the gravitational collapse and the myriad of quarks’ things

Blocks invisible and indivisible as the Void’s nature allows, absolute emptiness in the middle

Where angels not only fear to go but are not welcome, no where to use winged, airless flight.

Space is empty and needs no wings to move from point to point in the matrix of cosmic slop

Mess of atomic and subatomic macro-media that moves in conjunction with Earth’s #TopCop

A man behind the curtains of Oz, runs the show as if nobody cared because nobody gives a F

About doin’ the right thing for everybody else, the concern is for survival of the One, the Self.

Without an agenda other than, breathing, eating, shatting and sleeping, only procreation’s It

Sons and daughters of the mothers and fathers, the DNA of the solar system’s funk, godsends

Amazing that you got here at all in infant form and outstanding that you now use it, depends

On light in the doom’s darkness to the blaze of special relativity theory, atomic excitement fit.

Mink coats of the critters who crawl and scurry through the humanity of garbage dumps’ ilk

Food fight for bugs and worms that fulfill the evolutionary dream of yin and yang’s cow milk

You get it and survive or you become the food for the critters who survive and recycle punks

From your beautiful and handsome skin and bone and personality to the hole in buried Funk.

Name the babies, girl and boy, let them grow and eat their way to the end of days, corpus Di

Agape eating holes, relaxed muscles of the defecate holes of great men and women of society

Bring the hate mongers with the lovers of the Word together in one party, on the Titanic fly

Down yonder from the middle of nowhere, here, now you are, congratulations to it, my scree.

Utters of the cows give us milk that our own mothers refused to give, humanity’s formula tea

Minerals and vitamins for growth of the form from a pound to two or three times more, I see

Blinded by the bright lights that come out of nowhere once the birth right’s been dealt thrice

A recollection of The Thing itself, immortally mortal, living dead, GODS trump bad advice!

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r j j stephan, i { *Header’s my cousine Nadine Stephan, MODEL extraordinaire X #POND }

c. Lundi, Janvier 27th, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the Grateful Yank I mean, the #GratefulDead #TheDead @ theDEADstore full of Great moments in Libtard History, here’s a link, I report, you can’t decide WAR THE BAND #AllDayMusic & #HITS can @ https://youtu.be/coHUt4si8Oo }

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