#WatchHimPayForHisEverySin #KissThis #ZORROSignal #Z

ZORRO, MA & THE ESCRIMADERO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, February 19, 2020

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She knows everything I know and it’s not a top secret you need to keep, broadcasted LIVE

From mountaintops and ocean buoys, satellites and cosmic rays out of the Void’s ether pit

Amazing feat, this fait accompli and the happiness of philosophical pi in the blue sky above

As below, in any case the sky is grey or blue, reflected obstruction of the Singularity of Love.

Persecution for the running of bulls near the red barn and the fenced in cowboys’ cowgirls

Can’t move without the preying lips of the wanted and unwanted, dreamers all just spit curls

Punched in the mouth or the solar plexus bread basket, knocked teeth out, took breath away

To the jerk of the grabbed collar at the back of your neck, gave you the nature of priestly gays.

These guys who are all dead by now, used to be the teachers I was exposed to from ‘65 to ‘69

Priests of the cloth, a collar of pretendin’ to be Christlike yet just a masquerade for Evil Lives

I feel sorry for all of the dead old men and the ones who still survive this Glass Bead endgame

Sitting on the face of Fear and Grace is all a part of the cub and boy scout, altar boy’s blame.

Taught by the best to be the quickest draw undercover, a stealth tool for the defense of gods

What is or is not running the game you and I find ourselves in the middle of, with or without

Souls and spirits move it until it either freezes, melts or becomes the food of gods’ original sin

Hunks of burning matter, atomic quarks and the essence of minion forms, eat Out, suck It in.

Harder on you than it is on me & that’s not the deal I made, mighty powers of a wild #Wife

You were supposed to be facilitated by my presence to avoid the impediments of nasty life

A moving target, animated by eating what was alive and burning the fuel, to be or not, OM

In grooves of Space & Time, particular and in general, stabs at the Truth are all of this, Ma!

It’s a matter of cuttin’ and runnin’ when the Time rolls over your attention to the matter’s sin

That you paid no attention to the caring for the love and nurturing the place where it is In

Your heart, your soul, a goodbye kiss or a hello goodbye hug like a step brother’s real mother

I can take it or leave it, a goodbye kiss is fine on my cheek and I don’t mean One with red lips.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 19th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to some #AaronTippin #KissThisGoodbye on youTube #CeeYa link @ https://youtu.be/gaVnU6yHwSI }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FunctionalCalculus @NilsLofgren #NilsLofgren & @DelbertMcClinton #MonkeyAround

FUNCTIONS OF SOULSHINE = 0

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 18, 2020

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It all comes down to that if you agree that numbers and words matter to the essence sieve

Meaning of your existence and everyone else’s is a matter of devil conjecture, a dust devil?

Devil is just liveD spelled in reverse, turnin’ your head into your bleeding madras sleeve

At some point of no return you won’t be able to look back at all, ever, monkeys see no evil.

You got to the beach ‘cause there was nowhere left to go ‘cept down under, a DJ’s foot locker

Lonely walk down the one way road, strength to carry a load on to the end but why, #uyqk ‘er

Mothers and sisters, aunts and girlfriends, oh and the wives of eternity, I do, etc, etc, so there

Then comes the hormonal fluctuations and misunderstanding signs and signals of savoir fair.

Broke down calculus’ Ends of trigonometry enter the twilight zone of mathematical certainty

Algebraic notions asserting premises for the arguments’ conclusions and professorial vanity

Yet there’s no proof that anything is absolutely true beyond a reasonable doubt, in or out here

Knocked up on Earthen Heaven doorsteps, all of us, first to last gasp of stashed rainbow hair.

A secret divulged is no longer a secret, therefore if there is such a thing, I cannot tell you I do

Know it, that nothing is known to anyone, the proof is that I have blinded eyes but no crew

I see nothing except some words give me a inner observation of a distinct inner vision flash

A cookie or some other digital electron-magnetic signal from the source of planetary potash.

Standing, sitting on the grounds of being, asphalt and tar blacktops, everywhere sign’s words

Awkward bytes of data ingested and regurgitated by the minions’ ten commands of the gods

Party on the thirty-sixth hole and I’m not kiddin’ about the four nine rounders, I hit the balls

Then drive and walk, I hit the ball again and again until it rolls-in the holes of the waterfalls.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 18 febbraio 2020 Anno Domini @ 15:33 ora solare del Pacifico

{ Drafted jammin’ to #MonkeyAround & HITS by Delbert McClinton youTube link @ https://youtu.be/leN0fUPQLlc }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SacredHeartOfSaintAnn #UncleTomsCabinette ...whatever! #LittleMissAmerica

YOU’D BE MAD TOO, IN THIS MUCK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 18, 2020

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It IS probably your fault that your mother and father conceived this animated cartoon’s fusion

Before you had access to a misdirected Will to the power that drives genomes forward to sin

Air of your breath that goes in and out of the center of holy holes, seven in and seven to fuss

Feeling the DNA explode like a starbursting the atomic fission about the matrix of atom dust.

Full of the bread used to give life to the dying and starving who freeze in summer wind reigns

Burn to ash and smoke in majesty’s wintertime of burning matter and being the flame of fires

Strings making theories of effective First Causes and Big Dream Cults, a prophylactic coverup

Lonely road ahead, as above and so it is below the empty Void all around the Earth’s full cup.

Strong enough back until a nerve gets tweaked by a bone structure compromise, hard tackle

Knocked the senses into a twilight zone’s concussion and monster idiots above me in a circle

Fat heads and pie holes wide open like their steroidish eyeballs were taped like broke fingers

At One, attention and ready, willing and able to execute commands-orders of pain, my dears.

I’m the carnivore and herbivore stuck here on a cosmic rock-dusted white dwarf or red giant

A singularity shattered that last deep spread-out, fly like an eagle, breathless kid on my knees

Heart and soul of an imaginary blind faith of what is within like illusory gods in a Space fight

Judged as nobody’s point of view, all of our assumptions’ best reasonable guess at a red light.

I ran the tolls and never paid the fines, broke the laws that I made through the ancestral fakes

Went one way streets and two way avenues, four way boulevards and gingerbread men bakes

Walked the girls home from school, danced with the girls at the sock hops, married, fathered

Back flexed toward the ends of Time with the Ends just a last gasp for my angel wings aired.

You might see ahead of you a foot or two but around the corner, it may or may never occurr

An invisible step ahead, unseen until it’s too late to see anything at all, lights go outta here

Not that I want this or that from the minions or the powers that be not me, my chess move

Those keep the game in my solitary control, muck-mate and a check to capture the 1, Love.

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r j j stephan, i  #MonkeyConsciousnessFound

c. Martedì 18 febbraio 2020 nell'anno del Signore alle 10:10 ora solare del Pacifico

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Lynyrd Skynyrd #Platitudinous link @ https://youtu.be/m81nzZ_yX3U }

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W.W.A.R.D.?