#CreativeDestructiveLicense

YOYO, SILHOUETTE OF HAND JIVE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, March 3, 2020

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You’re broke-back of a split end of an intelligence quotient, it’s all your fault, ain’t it a shame?

It’s the inheritance of the genetic recombination of the living souls that survived idiot blame

Creating more of one’s species, one’s own kind no matter which race of skin and culture spin

Movement of the illusion we entertain as the Truth about the metaphysically imaginary kin.

Professional hamburger riders at the rodeo, hitting the hard balls out of the corral, eat fans

Roaches and snakes that move the virus from place to place, immune from bacterial hands

Who talks and writes about things that they know nothing about? Nobody, that’s a factoid

High probability that you’ll die today or later on down the road but I won’t, #ImAnAndroid.

Got any good reasons to survive longer than your Time in this Space? Have a Corona, pops!

It is the way to keep the inner spirit flushed with the colored water of hops and Jupiter drops

Swimming in a lake or down river to the mouth of the sea, bytes of tusks mating like a walrus

Jib jab talking heads selling ANTI-bacterial wash and toilet paper, #FakeNews #YoYo virus.

Good, bad and ugly are the arguments for everything being everything, an idiot’ll die a hero

The hero is an idiot, defending the weak who are picked on by extinction of a primate species

Virus of Corona is just a circle of electrons wanting to reprogram your proton-neutron glove

Resistance is futile even if the holy men and sacred women protest and beckon mercy above.

Spin the yoyo up and down, around the world, walk the dog, baby in the cradle, tricky tricks

Function of your calculus and my equations of inequality yield the One and the Many, as is

Nothing more nor less than everything being everything that it’s always been, what it’ll be

Down home or way back in the pre-nature machine, out of this solar system’s galaxy slicks.

Peeling away from the starting line, layin’ rubber for 50 feet and catchin’ traction in position

Runnin’ redlights, slammin’ into baby strollers and old ladies in wheelchairs, overload of sin

Mortality or veniality are nothin’ but an original sin of disobedience to the commander-chief

Never before has creation revolted until the creator created a free will, not divine to err thief.

Now then the blues were made to play and sing slow and easy, like you’ve run out of go-juice

No more crying before dying, just a mouth agape and eyes wide open, a mass grave of a ruse

Playin’ all from birth, through self-awareness’ morality and ethics of dread, death in a squall

Right when you thought you had it made in the shade, it appears y’all are just flys on the wall.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, Three, Three, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to the mighty Allman Brothers #NoWayOut LIVE @ THE Filmore Theatre, 1805 Geary Blvd Sanfrancisco circa 1971 - the year I joined the War USAF ‘71-75 link @ https://youtu.be/yJ9twEldw_M }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatIsIt #WhatItIs #SomebodyTellMe

HOLD TIGHT, WITH ALL YO’ MIGHT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 2, 2020

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You slipped out and far away from my brain today, choked deeply on dolly daggers of blue

Days and nights won’t be the same after today, just because I’m saying so long to blue bayou

No more looking at me looking at you, no more misconstruing the order of things, I own way

Gash up the belly to expose the injustice of swallowing Earth, Wind and Fire, night and day.

All I want is you, all I ever wanted and will ever want is you, probably just way to shake it up

Don’t overlook the dynamics of the button down collars and liatard leggings, empty the cup

Never wanted to join a war in the bush and jungle but I dragged myself to the unworthy line

Hence, since 1971 until right now at this moment, the illusion was real and now? Cloud nine!

Where it all gets hung out, there’s nothing left to speculate and stipulate the necessary cons

All the pros have their face on a plastic card with a barcode and photo of a smiling stiff sons

Even the daughters of warriors and heroes used the function of calculus and soul searching

An innuendo that you’re sleeping and dreaming the mass confusion’s reality, so, so, touching.

In the game just because you’ve found yourself right here and now with no plan for me or you

Concentrating on the logic and reason for the alphabet and language of fair and foul play, fool

I used to sleep in my bed and then my father in heaven put me out with the empty milk glass

As if I was a bottle to be recycled down river, up country, denied life of a teat out of first class.

Filtering the beauty out of the beast, east, west, north and south of the axis and border jails

Searched the invisible soul outside of the 208 bones we’re given as a gift of blownout sails

Souls searched before your curtain call and before anyone knew, the finale is Omega’s seed

Recorded for replay instantly with the press of a button or command of Alpha disembodied.

Snakes and apes, bats can’t escape the viral pearls of wisdom, marinated bats-clam chowder

Batter up in the snake chow mien and rat-chop suey, hashtag rising, viral ritual of a mother

Fortune and Destiny mixed up to open the exit of the Twilight Zone’s fake, Future’s Past gasp

Presence now, at all times nothing to neglect, an honor to be in the river of dreams, the asp!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, March 2nd, 2020 A.D. The 11:11 Movement @11:11 PM PST

{ Generated this piece of arbitrary, prismatic display of the ground of being & listenin’ to #GoldenEaring #TwilightZone https://youtu.be/HTTAPCUtbc8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PeanutGallery #IAmNotWorthy #Temptations #TwilightZone #BallsAndChainsWelcome

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.?