#JustTheTwoOfUsAgain @Chicago on the #NewFrontier @Pink @SteelyDan @DonnyHathaway #PinkPanther @DonaldFagen

A HEAD OF REALITY, MARY SCORE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, March 20, 2020

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From the second movement offhand from the first down, it’s a matter of Time, snowcaps flow

In Space with Matter and the Energy exhibiting Cause and Effect relationships, ad infinitum

Archeological and to the point of the viral pathological present and past tense census scum

Whatever washed up on the shores of the East and West ends of the hemispheres, high & low.

For the moment, trusting the multi-colored light show of sparkling crystals of chemo therapy

Not only for your mother and father in heaven but also for you and your brothers, your sister

Come on man! Get on the stick and figure out the narrow way before it’s too late, jump on it

When you get to a place in Space where you know that the presence of oneness is all there is.

Like a metronome moving the gears within to the click bait beat of the magnetic repeat, 6 : 4

Then there were the lyrics of the ancient mariners and modern hermits, hormones unknown

Let me tell you what I think and it should force you to hate what I will say, word up? 10 : 4

Finale before the curtains go up, quite a backward forward and now you can’t get out of town.

Still of the night or chaos of the day are one and the same during the hibernation of the state

A curfew or a self-quarantine to create a sense of a ghost town without a population to inflate

Catchin’ a wave on the way into the Malibu sand, hung ten and went straight down to death

Hit the bottom and the ocean descended upon my consciousness, my lights went to stealth.

Next thing I knew, I was flyin’ above Big Sur, below Monterey and Pacific Grove, holy grails

Where artists, painters, writers and their entourage did not fear to go between rock concerts

Playing in the sand, barefoot and cutoffs in uniform of the beach boy and surfer girl, oh man!

Gotta get back to the ocean because I mentioned the sea to me, a bowl, a puff, a bad dab fan.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, March 20, 2020 @ 1700 hours

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Donny Hathaway #EverythingIsEverything again...on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oUNz3A1cVus }

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#SmokinAndDrinkin @EVERLAST #LowTempDabbin' @LynyrdSkynyrd

KEYED PHILANTHROPIC ANOMALY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, March 20, 2020

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Trippin’ for your own good, so they said when they wanted your submission to crimes of gods

Commands to obey or else be punished with negative criticism of everyone’s whiskey bongs

To be a good Canadian you must speak not only with an accent but also with a sharp prods

You’d think that you’ve heard it all until one night, you hear what makes God’s divine songs.

For the life of me and you, there’s no way to predict the end of days, mine or yours, it’s all bad

Way too bad to entertain the notion of the good and the ugly, a miracle to be happy in the sad

Divine intervention’s always required when the all too human interjection fails in synch, see?

Calculate viruses within equations, why is it hip to be Mass’ Lights-peed squared? E=#OMG

In the out door where nobody gets out alive, alone and no other way to go except up or down

Pink or red, blue or purple colors swap their time in space for gems to love and hate to own

I was wasted a minute ago and then I got my eyes wide opened by empty shelves in Safeway

Seeing the future comin’ toward me at 90 MPH with no brakes, can’t stop, get out the Way!

Spouting off the excrement of the bulls that came before me, herded the troops into the funk

Can’t see past the big apple people, the fat-arsed folks, larger than a bus’ or jet seat, get drunk

Cases, six-packs, cans or long-necks, whiskey from the Black Jack trippin’ into my gullet hole

Down the hatch, knew a trick or two before I forgot all about it, no worries or frets, just blow.

Time in Space wasted by me and my kin, didn’t know it was all a matter of random luck, son

Now I know but it’s too late for the utilization and here and now is there and then, 1 & done

Low down with me, come on trip on this a second in time, out of time in a fraction of breath

Air above and below the crazy mind I’ve crafted to be the adapter to BS, no worry ‘bout death.

It will come, like it or not, think about it or not, Earth spins, you’re on it, get ready to skip it

Sleeping and never waking up to be conscious ever again or accidental termination of scheet

Cooked up and nearly burned into the essence of Nothing, intercourse of mind and body heat

Brings the thinking monkeys to the front and center of the class, got the answers, the schit!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi 20 mars 2020 @ 7:11 Ante Meridian (AM); Heure normale du Pacifique (PST)

{ Drafted in loop of #SmokinAndDrinkin Everlast link @ https://youtu.be/mYGGfK4bqVs }

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#GramawsHands #COVID-19

WE GOT ONLY WHAT WE GAVE, ALL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 19, 2020

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I had the unbelievable pleasure of shooting an M-16 several times during the struggle to be

A college drop out lookin’ for the next reason to live, on my knees beggin’ for a narrow Way

It was the teaching that assisted this journey from ignorance, without an ally’s aid, to be free

Of the rats’ serendipity which symbolizes it all about life’s evil genius joke but it ain’t funny.

Had a reason to live and then saw the body of bones leakin’ blown skin and hot red blood ice

What that looks like in the body bag is exactly what you’d think, rigor mortus has a high price

You got to let it all go, from the first thought you ever had all through the ordeal, the struggle

Once it comes down to Marshall Law blows, can’t give it up then, harm’s way Taps blowbugle.

Forgot what I was supposed to remember forever, something like you’ll always be my pearl

Or it could be that you said that you never wanted to see me ever again, you said that, right?

If you didn’t say it, did you think that it was true when I said it? Who said what’s goin’ viral

I ain’t gonna give up and I won’t forget until my mind blanks out into a clear slate of blight.

Breathing oxygen, eating nuts and fruit, playing mind games, workin’ for a shot at a has been

Of the disconcerted consciousness’ that stuck in a railing on a bridge, 16 year old Marksmen

Dice rolled, cards played, bluffs called and now the winner smiles at the loser, Win is a Way

To get a return on all that you give away to the world and the matrix itself, do not look away.

Claymore and 50c guns goin’ off between grenaded and m-16 auto-fire, smoke’ll spark some

From my bedroom in Chicago to the marijuana farm outside Da Nang, high way to get home

Night fallin’ and no friends at my back, to my right or left, just music left in me, rollin’ rocks

Combat warfare, all day, every day, 13 months with a 2 week furlough for VD hooker shocks.

Pop said that we only got what we give, only live once here on Earth, devotion to let it all go

Out of your hands, out of all of our minds, so far from the origin you don’t recognize the hole

It’s all you get one the Red Giant implodes, it could be worse but I doubt I could imagine how

I think I’ve thought this through ad infinitum, existence is a mind sandwich, a dream to blow.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, March 19, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #OriginOfTheUniverse on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HdPzOWlLrbE after I woke from a dream, in Tibet near a llama cave at the top of the highest peak, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Everest }

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