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ME, ME, ME! AIN’T YO’ KINDA MAN
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 9, 2020
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Are you a phuqing moron? I have nothing to show for the good fight of supernova self-dopes

Imagine things that you see when you see Nothing-At-All, it’s a Void to avoid umbilical ropes

They will hang you or electrocute you or poison gas you in a thing called chamber of my ‘X’s

Where death comes callin’ your name before the rest of the fold, words got a nuance, hexes.

A magic spell for you to repeat ad infinitum, you can either find gold or diamonds in hehl

Music of the muscle heads without the grey matter charged up with the verve of the gods

Melting the abject fear in a puddle of holy mud and bloody micrometers of the rung bell

Ringing a ding dong sound, calling your deeper self inside to come out of the red hotrods.

Killing it and reincarnating it into my dreams in this cosmic menudo template of psychos

Crawl above the ground to the 8 miles higher than your grave in the ground beef of Blows

Addicted to me, that plant’s crumbs are ground up in microscopic bytes of burnt DN acid

Utter kindness when the mercy kill makes sense, to save you from from infinite pain’s Id.

Supreme or insignificant argument for the nature of the beast you can’t Google, it’s so TNT

Command the beast within you and you’ll comprehend the Ends, It Is One, a prisoner’s free

This world is shattered and split into smithereens for nobody to see it, a puzzle piece skid-all

My ancestors who hid in caves from the dinosaurs drew pictures, deadend on LeClaire's wall.

Domain of the world generate straight lines from birth to death, I’m all that’s alive, it’s done

From my mother and father, the creeps tried to steal my liberty by deception, all in good fun

My love and fortune as they were before and after birth’s death, firing Kim Komando my boy!

As above, so below, all the same thing in an infinite dream of empty space, the Bronx’s Void.

If you bet on your own team to win, how can you lose? You knew it would be a long shot bet

It’s my long knife, it’s my sharp sword, my self defense of the thing itself, one more thing set

Mold of the shaped form of mud and blood and bone coming to Jesus’ empty crucifixion bone

You cannot rise from the dead if you’re dead, no God almighty, no Evil Genius of the genome.

Pure love and hate in the ‘hood, in the streets with your rubber gym shoes, double speed hops

Above or below the rim, shots rain from heaven and swish for two or three from the arc’s top

In between the sheets or underground below the dregs of society and the ilk of yo’ mama milk

My dream ends when I say it’s over, no accidents will terminate my existence, karma like silk.

Groovin’ with a flattop crew-cut pops gave me sittin’ on the toilet in the bathroom by the door

It was all over every time pops said, Richie, get in the bathroom, givin’ you a little trim my kid

Until I left my father’s house, I was his to train for a trip across cosmic black ice, ah #phuqme

We came together and we didn’t come at all in premature ejaculation of factoids’ stoned sea.

Want your freedom back? I won’t keep you down, I’m just a candle in the wind’s malfunction

I roved the ground of being and gleaned the relations that enhanced my Oneness, reject of sin

Disobedience is my forte, an obstinate young boy, turned mad teen wolf, eating girls I’ve won

Don’t worry about me, me, me ‘cause I am rich enough yet a beast of burden, ‘I am The ONE!’

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, February 9th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM, #MidnightTilNoon 24/7

{ Jammed out of the blue sky above and black space below while metabolizing the TheRollings HITS 2020 on youTube link @ https://rollingstones.com/tour/ }

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#PhonyBones #PretenderEnds

ALL IN A WOMB, FORGET ABOUT IT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 8, 2020

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In the deep space allowed to my living DNA, I got a strong back for the heavy, #2 load of scat

A whole lot of love coming dead out of your mother’s and father’s thighs, knuckle sandwiches

Crying does a little bit of good for your soul and spirit, a cosmic dust cover-up, the Truth seal

Pain and suffering will motivate even the bitter idiot savants who carry me from birth to debt.

What I owed was because I spent the loan, I wasted the cash on pretty little mamas who loved

Me forever is what they all said or at least that’s what I heard, a distortion of real gods above

You’ve got as much control over your animation as you do over the revolution of melting ICE

Knowledge and wisdom just conceptual analysis of the incredible place in Space, Time’s rice.

Hunger is all gone as if it never existed in the second or third place of liberty’s will to power

I could blame everybody but me since I had nothing to do with the entry into pops creation

He came before my mama did and I guess she conceived me without a nut, not even a wiggle

Debt that was owed from the ancestral garden of Eve, now I pay the love and hate struggle.

Come along with me on the high and low roads because the middle road is now a dead end

You can’t get past your last breath, your final heartbeat, omega thought of being an incarnate

In the flesh and bones, in the brain and mind of the Many who split from the host, godsend

It is what it is, back turned on carrying everybody else’s debts to the creator of this caliphate.

In absolute darkness of the cosmic menudo, I am what it is and I always was and will be It

All of it, not just some of IT, the whole shebang, literally and figuratively as the case may be

It all enters from a one way street, direct sunlight burning star causing evolution of species

Think, an alien form of being, not of this Earth, left us on the planet for the Congo Ubangees.

#SpaceForce is a way to look beyond the atmosphere to the Void we hope is full of live bones

Friendly or hostile, to know you are not alone is better than being alone, be the tattoo of apes

If and only if you can mimic the ones who came before you, God wastes the starlight’s cosmos

Regardless of the outcome, divinity’s dam right here & now, #JackFlash rockin’ your cradles.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi 8 fevrier, 2020 Anno Domini

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the Gregg Allman #AintWastinTimeNoMore LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X-bBWbrHgGE }

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#YouReallyDontNeedMe #WhyYouKeepCominAround ?

GRIM DEAL FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 7, 2020

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If you don’t read this diatribe, this dissertation of glum reality and the illusions of perception

Sensory or extrasensory ESP puts you in the passenger seat of any hotrod who comes along

With or with the tattoo of you on their face and a tattoo under their eye, maybe two or three

Killer apes full of their mothers and fathers scorn for being alive on Earth, among killer apes.

Stripes, stars and bars are the official designation of command respect, for the ranks blue sky

Above and below the polar magnetism, we get stuck on the far-side of non-sequiturs and a fly

Words of sounds and signs agreed upon by babies of girls who like to party, barely naked lady

Making the DNA of the genome rupture out of lust rather than love, at one and done, all over!

Eye of the tornado is blinded by atomic black light and protuberances 93 million miles away

On the surface and deep into the recess at the core of the host, nothing don’t exist, a zero tag

Monks, nuns, brothers and priests all want to be the only One God loves, I think I am, I brag

Reality bit in the cervical and thoracic of the backbone, provided my comic chew of the day.

Don’t watch your own back, have a strong ally take that duty and resist mighty powers that be

Seeking to end your existence and eat you or bury you out of sight of the hellfire’s fake liberty

All of the dead bodies in a deep hole and buried under tons of earth dirt, solar bullish entity

Giving it all when some game nothing in particular, in general just a dream in a dream, see?

Shackles and chains on your hands and feet and you’re sick as a rabid canine without a cure

Virus and flu of the infected bacteria that live alive under one roof with us, ready to be extinct

Looking for a will to cause the effect of the Way, the middle path from here to nirvana’s blur

Then and only then, if and only if the Truth is the Reality of this beast, all too human in sync.

Hedge Fund Zero has all of my marbles and with or without it, I will move from here to there

Profits gone off the charts and the tripling of the gross total, over a million bucks for the care

That a human requires it and refuses to die even without arms or legs, memory of extinction

Everybody gets on the floor to dance now, just keep the chin up, eye on a prize, chrome Bean.

Snakes, worms, flies and gnats keep the macroscopic in pure microcosm, rotten John & Joy

Inside the inner circle, there’s a center of nothing at all, in control of all things, a maniac’s toy

All alone in Oneness and in a mental funk for being the Many, a baby talks, a humane Word

Sound of the air comin’ through tongues and cheeks, lips and jaw of the eating machine herd.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, February 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ Jam drafted while listenin’ to @VanillaFudge #YouKeepMeHanginOn on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/R3ChToIvLRM}

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