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THE STRUGGLE, DEADMAN’S HAND

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 6, 2020

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Dysfunctional all we have, all there is, everything’s the passing of aces & eights, gettin’ stiff

That is what it’s all about, that and a blues guitar strapped shoulder to hip, axing a neck riff

That will lay the chords down and the rhythm and beats of the heartbeat like about 240BPM

I didn’t know the thing itself was an arpeggio on the block, dreamin’ on dead end street scum.

What it all comes down to is that the form of the play we’re starring in will have a last finale

Some punks lift up their fists as if that means that they have power, clearly 2 aces never fail

It’s all over when the Jacks are trips, full house aces under one eyed Jack’s diamond signs

Whatever dominates dead men’s hands is engulfed in the One, Nothing itself, itself a thing.

Indescribable and with no adjectives to modify the pronoun, It is the whole shebang, Zeus

Greeks, Romans, Europeans, Russians, English, Latinos, Orientals and tempting of a Muse

Who got me here and there in symbiotic osmosis from zygote to corpse, DNA’s magical riff

Acid of ancestors and survivors of #TheStruggle of angels, risen and fallen off heaven’s cliff.

Bring it into the fold just like you wanted to, intention causing manifestations of a dream blur

Sovereign kingdoms and fiefdoms pretending Life is different now that the King’s cape is silk

Queen is a maroon head case, full of the pretensions of vagrant, homeless bums, crooked ilk

Someday, it will be to be or not to be, it will be finished, holier than thou, Plato’s myth of Ur.

Pontious Pilate or Pocahontas provides #TheSystem Ups & Downs of uncivilized revolutions

Men and women want to live free but cannot when they eat prey of their own, it’s hunter sins

Wartime battles of bloody water and dirt, flowing underground ways to magic, warrior fates

Too young to resist bully bellies, backs, faces, legs and lips, #Deadmen tattooed it, aces & 8’s.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, February 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #BlackJesus by Everlast on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dVeLYAgiJxg }

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#BadHairDayBaldGuy #GoogleBaldDudes #UmNope #WhoLovesYaBaby

YOU AIN’T NORMAL ANIMALS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 6, 2020

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It is already gone as if it never, ever was in the first place, there is no choice except to be an It

This here and that there are all that there is in a solar system tailored to be like an epileptic fit

Your deities and mine all meet in the middle of nowhere where nothing exists anywhere at all

My subatomic charm and love will be the ends of original sins, the omega of an urban sprawl.

You will never like what will cause your own personal extinction, you’ll see Nothing in a ball

I got an insignificant amount of the scents of the human women on Earth, it causes a big fall

From the paradise in the middle of nowhere, on a planet’s Terra ferma, end of a god’s mother

Pulling and pushing the gravitational collapse into Reality, as we know it, First Cause’s #grrr.

Breathe deeply in a vacuum of oxygen and nitrogen deficiency, ready to supernova the H2O

Crust, dirt, rock, mud, silt, pebbles, rocks, boulders and the entire waterlines gone, it’s blown

To smithereens and the Singularity that cannot be imagined or theorized, drop out of college

Before it’s too late, you either will be a professor or a person who read Dostoevsky's #TheIdiot.

Freaks in and out of the government and private corporations, #Loonytunes love of the ‘toon

Come home soon wherever that is in the darkness’ menudo of #Triggers in this black lagoon

Not that it’s you or anyone you know but a goon is one and the same, all a back-wood kindle

They don’t like change ‘cause they believe they know it all, like a fabled moose, a Bullwinkle.

It’s time to analyze the two concepts of nature and humanity, All Is, sanctimoniously singular

Who you are other than a lump of redskin bones, haters of mortality’s 8 mile high mortal Sin

To be or not to be was always the only question either before Francis Bacon or after Einstein

Whatever you will know the day you die is all there is now, tombstones sink, go down, not up.

Here’s the golden apple dropped from the tree of knowledge, now it is done, it’s fake essence

Of the cavemen and the magicians who put the spells on the herds & tribes of homo sapience

You will forget about everything the moment your last blink sees that black light is consistent

Epileptic brain’s dysfunction in microcosmic spasm, my 208 mortal bones death calls, #Shit!

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r j j stephan, i #HedgeFundZero

c. Jeudi, February 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the mighty The Armstrong and Getty Experience on Talk 650 KSTE Friends Who Like #ArmstrongandGetty @ArmstrongandGetty.com http://armstrongandgetty.com/ Agradiocomunidad}

 #MyHeroesAG

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@Substance & @Form #InAndOutTheCarosel #BoomDone #ExitStrategy

SAD GIRLS, NO PITY IN A BUGATTI*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday , February 5, 2020

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Smokin’ cigarettes and flowered weeds of the devil, spelled backward that’s LIVED, no pity

Driven from the shoulders that I used to cry on and now there’s nothing but the Void of Me

At the show we rock and roll until it’s time to check out and write a letter home to mom, yo

Don’t really want to do that but you gotta do what ya gotta do, it’s time to deal the dope blow.

Time and Space without a trace in the dream or at the end of the thing called, That’s Life boo

Wandered around in circles for decades and wound up near the same place we all started at

In the hole with the ace, this king’s queen makes the royal flush of the jack’s ten to one flow

Downstream or up the lazy river by old mill streams that never dry up when tears go splat.

It’s the divine movement of the rhapsody in divinity’s blues and humanity’s jazz, musical Ho

Wonder and pristine innocence provide the matrix for the innocence, memory erased in tow

Never to be recollected in heat of moments when hearts begin the break, fallin’ down slides

Slippery slopes providing the never-Nederland funk, where hearts break and heal, loves lies.

Periwinkle and fuchsia mix the hazel brown eyes with the choco-cocoa hair full of curlicues

Is that love or is that infatuation with the colors of the blindfolds, darkness lit up neon blues

Function of the bangs and the rest of the noise of spheres, of men and rats who squeal oinks

Like the swine who ran the planet when Martians and Pleidians dropped off the scared finks.

Mama told me all about the papa I never seen ‘cause he worked sixty hours weeks, seven days

Drivin’ truckloads full of TV tubes and electronics at the distributor warehouse of purple haze

Papa knew his kids wouldn’t be hungry for pigs, it’s just a dope cache of my holy, foolish scar

Haunted deep underground with a baby blue Bugatti, two tattoo hearts and a half drunk bar!

Slide on over close to me darlin’ you know you want to and so do I, so let’s ride this rock baby

Lovers made this and that kingdom here now and then over there, 7 oceans of rivers’, maybe

Or just a dream in a dream illusion of the perception comin’ from the outside of us all to find

Where it came from we don’t know, like a shadow is there yet it’s not, gold’s dust in the wind.

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r j j stephan, i *HEADER is my brand new 2020 Bugatti! & still have 2nd & 3rd wishes!

c. Mercredi, February 5th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST

{ Jammed out the goddess’ souls LATE & jammin’ to the jams of Club StevieNicks on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/S3DhXcQepbY }

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