#ThirdEyeClosed #TwoEyesWideOpen #DontJinxMeNow @GratefulDead @CAKE #Bullwinkle #RockyAndFriends

SKIRTS UP ABOVE THE HABIT HEM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, March 18, 2020

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Ebb and flow of the stream that used to be the lazy river that lost it’s rage to a mountain man

Think about it, one lost man all alone on Earth with nobody else on the planet, flash in a pan

Ink on the contract wasn’t even dry before the mouth on your face opened wide for insertion

Food from snakes and bats bleeding the viral infections rampant among dirty rats and men.

Grim secret within the wise one’s head, unknown to the many who want to murder the One

Just because the skirt’s up high, mid thigh doesn’t mean that you need to hop aboard for fun

It’s got nothing to do with anybody but the thing itself, the form and matter that dissolves ice

As above is the space and below is the time, we’re all here and now for the reasons of justice.

A ham sandwich on my mind’s eye and body’s soul, on rye with hot mustard and a kosher dill

Miracles happen when you least expect it, as if there’s an angel watchin’ in your window sill

But there’s nobody known or unknown in the present or in the past history of the world to be

White trash and rainbow cash for proof to shred upon this burned out star, alpha centauri.

Spell is on me but that’s not the way it’s going to be in a minute, a reversal of fortune’s turn

A corporation or one friend out in the open, for better of for worse, surrender free willy’s urn

Utter nonsense and complete surrender to the sound of guitars and conga drums movin’ feet

Up and down, all around the gravity sucking rock, we smoothly roll on my lady’s silk sheet.

Got the chalice, the holy grail of the Savior who got killed saving nobody special, an only son

She loved every bone in his body but he was who I am, as difficult as a differential equation

Not unsolvable just insoluble things themselves without the language of the swine flu, girl

Bloodline of shadow funk of the #Woke sleeper’s dreams come into an epiphany of ZZ swirl.

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ Dinked to Chicago #LookAway & #HITS youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2uKLTtVqQpE }

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#OneParty #OneLove #ComeTogether #ThirdTerm #ArmstrongAndGetty

WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE, LATER ON

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, March 17, 2020

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It is certain and an a priori factoid premise’s assumption to a rational argument for insanity

We all can’t stay alive forever, nobody can and not even one person will survive an Evil ditty

Proof of life after death does not come from anything other than #BlindFaith, to a naked ape

Naked and different colors from blank to black, between dusk until dawn, all invisible vape.

So, priests and ministers, mullahs and rabbis from all seven continents, your death comes

At the end of all you’ve done here and now, way back then when you registered karma sums

Paying for the things you’ve charged until your soul itself is terminated, shame on my cons

I should not have lied and cheated my way like the teachers who taught me all I know, sons.

Now then, let me say this about that, lookie here now, cuz, I ain’t not gonna repeat this twice

Rocks roll down hill and pile up at the foundation of burned out star stuff, dirty birds & mice

You and I are & will always be one step and one stop away from the bitter end, a mind blown

Lookin’ forward to angel wings or faithfully departed souls Up In Smoke, what’s goin’ down?

You and I, strangers, friends, enemies are all here together with sweet nothings of Earth sins

We eat the stuff that grows here on the dirty rocks and asphalt roads, cats, cattle, pigs & hens

I shall not do unto others as they do unto others, the bad men and women aren’t all in prison

They walk among us, we’re related to them, they are our friends and enemies, we are all One.

Hunger for the corned beef and cabbage, buttered up grease floating atop of the hot porridge

Leprechauns moving in and out of the four-leaf clover patch, listenin’ to #TalkRadio baggage

Carried by voices of reason and rational thought, the eyes and ears of the absentees, you, me

Hard rocking to the waltzes and jitterbugs long gone, do me a favor OK, just forget about it!

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r j j stephan, i

c. #SaintPatricksDay March 17th, 1971, I got nearly DEAD drunk at 19 years old and went to a ANNUAL party we TEENS dubbed, #TheBinge, SHOTS & KEGS then I went to BASIC training in the USAF Lackland AFB, San Antonio, Texas & the rest is hysterical history, ENJOY! THIS AM listened carefully to the new #PanicOfTheDay on Armstrong and Getty Fan Page Talk 650 KSTE Armstrong & Getty #SevereLockdownIsImmanent #NoKareoke

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#NoWayForPink @PINK #GravitasLatino @CarlosSantana #SANTANAconcert2020

GIMME A BREAK, WITH THE EYES!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 16, 2020

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Way back a long time ago in 1971 A.D. I volunteered to be your twinkling star on a Hanoi nite

It wasn’t funny shippin’ me off from the Windy City to the Alamo, my old Davy Crockett fight

A day that the #1 fire fighters went upstairs to sleep above the snorkels and hook and ladders

Grandma’s hands never let the bad guys get to me in the holy city’s eye balls, god-impostors.

For Jets and the Sharks, everything improbable in history actually occurred for real, honest

I would not lie to the ones who need to know the reality they are immersed within, fear US

Compared the things themselves to one another and found a homogeneous symbol of Void

Nothing but the sub-atomic dissolution of heaven and hell, reality is eternal, a mother-lode.

Patience and courage from the alpha’s points of view to the victory of the battle to Feel

Keeping the sun’s rays in batteries and incandescent and florescent on a solar Newheel

Hovering above the ground of being where angels feared to go, O2 personally stepped in

Muck and mire choking gestures, #AsAboveSoBelow, NOW, 360 degrees, I Am Oxygen.

Out of the uniform, out of the war, into a universal program of divinity’s particular squats

It’s a One, a Singularity in the middle of the #CoronaVirus from baboons’ humanity plots

Equation mathematically discharged into faded dummies and literal idiots of man’s DNA

Ability to perceive in A Sixth sense, above and below the seven seas here and now, F’n A!

Judging before you are judged by strangers who enforce the rules of being in a black hearse

Unless you want to go to heaven or hell before #YourTime, you must obey just one law first

Teaching every tiny tot the Golden Rule, Kant’s Categorical Imperative’s sweet spot’s foal

Good and Evil fighting like the gravitational collapse of a White Dwarf into a Black Hole.

Blizzard of teeth chewing the muscle and skin off of your sinews and bones, God’s holy fun

And then well you know what happens after that, don’t make me tell you it’s come undone

You must admit it to your true self, there is a gimmick that’s fools and jokers and a holy bum

Reasons for Nothing, a #YoHoHo being on planet Earth, shooters of #StPatty’s day 151rum.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi 16 mars 2020 Anno Domini, @ 8:30 Heure normale du Pacifique Ante Meridian

{ Generated in the Void of Mistaken Identity with your hundred year old bag of bones, gettin’ down with #FracturedFairyTales @ https://youtu.be/vVuiunGFT80 }

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