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FAR AWAY, WHITE TRASH BENDER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 1, 2020

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Slobs reliving the life of the man or woman who don’t worry about anything, not even dead

Alive forever and a day before the end, they’ll get a warning to tuck in all the foot-loose ends

Fait accompli or just an accident of the First Cause mythology, silver spoons in lord of the fly

Fear and loathing for the Truth of the stacks of dead trees and dusted ink from the dyin’ dye.

Black Jesus from Mexico or down Brazil’s way, somebody related to the Aztec or Inca duels

Where the landing of the aliens came to rest their lovecraft out of fuel for any return, 10 rules

Called them commandments to control the fear and loathing of the white evil, hornet stinger

Spelled backwards or forward, live and evil are one and the same thing, don’t shoot a tweeter.

So, let me get this straight, no problem with human sacrafice to the Creator Black Hole saves

In Babylon it will all be forgotten and the memory of me in the desert or atop the hill’s caves

All alone after the rejection and deflection off of the rock hard slate of the tribe’s inefficacies

Spirits too weak to control the hot fire and the frost of the icy days and nights of Uranus’ seas.

Babylon here and now, feeling the burn of the ebb and the flow of the hips, hook up my eyes

Unknown reasons for conception, survival of mortality’s original sin, immortal, invisible lies

Nothing to fear except fear itself deep down in every one of our souls, a purpose unknown X

Unsolved and with deep regret, the occult remains unseen, the wizard magic is a witch’s hex.

Your lights were on when you went to sleep on the top bunk bed, you promised you’d dream

Maybe you did and maybe you didn’t, that is the question since you’ve gasped a final scheme

From German Kant, Latin Seneca or Greek Thales or Chi-Com wisdom of a Lao Tzu droid

Into the Twilight Zone without a need or desire for a rudder to steer to anywhere, it’s a Void.

Do not put your self in my place, stay right there in your own place, delve deep in mortal sin

Marrow of DNA/RNA code, animate the Terra Ferma boogie-man nightmare, hazard rockin’

From a blank screen with nothing but blackness, no white or any color from prismatic bends

What comes out is identical to what came in, eyes and mouths wide open, it’s how it all ends.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 1er mars 2020 Anno Domini (AD) à 9 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique (PST)

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Temptations #MASTERPIECE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/U3z5NKskK60 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Mellodrama & my mama's sister's brothers! #BlackInPrague @PearlJam @SkunkBaxter concert

ICEBERGS OF PEARL JAM BEACHES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 29, 2020

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My father sat me on his lap when I was about five and gave me the facts of life, still the same

High regard of your mothers and fathers and their friends, freedom warriors full #Fakefame

World Wars One and Two, Korean, Viet Nam, Cambodia, Laos, Iraq, East Afghanistani too

All for One and One for none of y’all, the key was to do unto others like you can’t be too blue.

Listen up if you can still breathe the fresh air above the ground, below the empty space above

From the core of this spinning planet of rock, we’re rollin’ all for one and one for a white dove

And you stay floating above the water line where fate is delayed by minutes, in a nick of time

From the break of day to the sunset off in the foothills, stay awake and avoid predator slime.

Out in the wild, uncivilized plains and forms of our ancestors lurk in the smoke of the chimera

Long cool women have it all or so I’ve been told, one by one you get the gist of the schemata

Dust of burned star stuff, whisked into and out of the presence of wind pies in pale blue skies

Through the woods like little red riding hood, fearless because she’s armed with 9mm thighs.

Hammer down in a stranglehold of magnetic attraction of sight and scent, heart skippin’ it

Beats of the hippies and nogoodniks forming the hoodlum street neighborhood gangs’ chit

A club here for the kids run by the older kids and younger bangers who dropped a tattoo girl

On the backbeat of the bass and guitar flow of a rhythmic drumbeat, heartbeat-thump whirl.

Sultans of the rhythm and blues, honkies and the descendants of the tribes of another world

Now home of everyman from everywhere, the merge of friendly spermatozoa & ova pearl-jam

Coming out of nowhere, another shape and form of something out of nothing, therefore I am

What will be after the soulshine and superblood wolf moon, a long way to the top but I’ll roll.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 29th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to PearlJam LIVE in 2018 #Black in Prague, Czechia on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X33aqdYUAQM }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EatBatsMan #Viral #GrumpyWinsAgain #OccupadoMyArse #IsThisTheArmy #LeapYear2020

LOVE HOAX, ‘Y’ EXTINCT GENE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 29, 2020

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French testing of the Latin finale in the pig pen and up high on the bucket list of divine funk

Motherless children from London to Brisbane, Rome to Nome, up and down the planet dunk

Completely UN-woke without prejudice against living things that I ingest, viral bat-rat jam

Smooth sailing ship, I’m the captain and all my hands are on deck, me, myself & I think I am.

Words of the will to power that counts on happiness displays on a sad girl’s face, smilin’ tears

Continuity of a Singularity through the Time Warp wrap-a rounds, follow my own deaf ears

Into the Deep, behind a #Wayback mirror of glass bead spells, eagle’s nuns blow a monk god

Naked apes ashore FIRST, then all aboard, eat it all and to and fro in a UFO, a space hot rod.

Flowers and the seeds that grow the fruit and vegetables in the garden of Eden, up in smoke

Friends who’ve come and gone just the same as the first, the last is the charm, I’m so #Woke

Refusal to be intimate with the Ends before they appear out of nowhere in Time’s SpaceForce

Fearing the haters and killers of happiness is the fuel for superman’s veering way off-course.

Ignorance of the species formations which tend to the extinction will come back to haunt you

Just about the time your happiness becomes reality, the Earth will revolve and cause the flu

People will die of accidents and disease and old age and now the only #FakeNews is you too

Are gonna die of some upper respiratory problem so wear a mask to keep germs inside you!

I confess I’ve been driven over 100 miles per hour on a country road in a ‘57 Chevy, so fine

Words up and down, over and over again, bouncin’ about, imploding sweet dreams, go sign

Rotating and completed the epic experience, livin’ and dyin’ let’s ride! Mankind’s funk of me

Now, it all comes down to #ThisHere to judge y’all, in Chinese funk, #KungFu leap year free.

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r j j stephan, i *Redux from an original which seems to have been banned by FB ROFL

c. Année bissextile samedi 29 février 2020 Anno Domini @ 10:10 AM

{ Drafted while watchin’ & listenin’ to the new Mr.Peabody with a dumber Sherman than I recall, the original, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/R3v8K-1J8H0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?