#PointsCannotBeSharp #EverythingIsEverything #StillTheSame @NewRadicals @PetriDishes @CoinExchange @ViralInfections

CORONA PILL & A BAT-DOG VIRUS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 19, 2020

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Highlights only please, I don’t have the time to live in Italy and make China money, snakes

Travel ban on you and your doctors who diagnose disease in your bodies, jump in the lakes

Play Chinese checkers and Italian Chinese spaghetti and won ton soup, chopsticks in the sink

Snakes and rats unsafe in the chow mien and foo yung, COQ movin’ quick to become extinct.

So the contamination in a filthy place is normal, serve your country, follow orders, get ill, die

You have no reason to doubt me, elderly Italians getting the flu from the Chinese who can fly

Who dies of the flu and the colds of the Winter & Spring, hard surface contact for the elderly

Kill the old people and save the young people, it’s a call for mass extinction, naked ape silly.

Catastrophic events in your life end at your final demise, survivors will mourn and forget you

It’s the narrow way to move toward your death from life’s B negative charge of blood of blue

Teach your children to live and die like their kin or they’ll go out their mind, that being said

Origin of the virulent infection is the Bats and Rats pasta, meatball killer food kills you dead.

Eat the kisses and shake the hands of the sick and elderly, that will exterminate the wisdom

You and your babies are gonna get old and die too, it’s sooner than later, sequester your mom

Put her in a safe place, don’t shake her hand, don’t kiss her cheek and by kracky, don’t eat her

Candy hard sugar or soft chocolate, melts in mouths, rots the teeth, a diabetic candy number.

Retool your life, now you know that you are all gonna die, my medication from China is junk

Chinese junk on 7 seas, in plastic bottles stuffed with cotton in pharmaceutical leverage funk

Handcuffed to your ankles, the heavy metal is the last sound you’ll hear, drag you up the aisle

Supply chains of my gang unlinked from the pills of Chinese drugs in a toilet paper viral trial.

Shutdown your husband, your wife & children, your parents, your friends, all beyond the pail

Locked down and out from the happiness and love we all had a minute ago, now it’s all gone

Trade the present for the future and a probability that you’ll lose it all is high, reality’s will fail

Short people need social distance from moronic idiots, toilet paper’s all gone, COV-19’s pawn.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, March 19th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:30 AM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to the #NewRadicals #SomedayWeWillKnow on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bDmA8qQKhMY }

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#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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