#RESPECT #Engage

CV + RS BY THE DOCK OF THE BAY*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 22, 2020
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I carved it in the redwood railing there at the edge of our world off of CA Hwy 1, it’s the Way

Curves up and down, bear left then right until a turnout give you hope to get a sneak peak

Of the place in Time’s Space that causes the awesome Big Sur and Monterey Bay mystique

Most secure secret on the planet since the entire place is invisible to the minions of the bay.

Depending on your wheels under your feet, bicycle or pop’s car, hot-rod tricks at a sock hop

If you’re careful goin’ north and south and beware of driving anomalies, you’ll arrive to shake

If fortune finds you at the wrong time in the wrong place and arrests your mind on Soda-pop

In shock realization that a tidal wave is coming resulting from the previous half hour’s quake.

Roman Catholic hammers runnin’ the show with species’ survival or extinction, oven & stud

Not really but I say that all the time as if it means, don’t worry, it’s the best you could do, man

Nothing more nor less than saving every last living thing on Earth, eatin’ nothin’ but icky cud

World of human culture notwithstanding, this planet appears to be a renegade cro-magnon.

By the looks of things themselves, the abstraction is worth the time since fear scares the kids

Older adults can handle the Truth if you break it to them slowly over time, we resist we much

What the hehl that means is beyond me but suffice it to say that gibberish talks the talk dutch

Don’t believe me or anyone else who says, believe me, they’re incredible, indeed dons & dids.

Urgent texts to complete the loop of disinformation or caution regarding final Ends to fight

Everybody does what they can and if they refuse to do some part in the reorganization plight

Then they’ll be ostracized and shamed out of the group, out of town, available via #DarkWeb

Advanced beyond the last step a human can take, ahead or behind the One, I am, the #Celeb.

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 22nd, 1953 A.D. *HBpaSULLY

{ DRAFTED IN UTTER SILENCE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GodAintDeadYet #GrimReaperHappiness @VirusLovesBacteria

A NOD’S WINK, EVIL EYE’S DANK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, March 21, 2020

----- #SomethinElseDoneHitTheGround -----

A formal genetic code of DNA in the Space and Time you know as a reality home of the brave

No toilet paper needed, killing animals to eat them is not needed, eating plants as a holy slave

Toil in the astral dust, the Earth dirt left over from the exile of our star away from Big Bangs

Doom and destruction precede the creation of the Beauty, the Beautiful, a design of Wong's.

Chinese influenza from communists and socialists to destroy the capitalists, cripple the gods

If Karl Marx and Mao Tse Tung could only see the result of their child’s play, Wisdom’s fate

Completely obscured from plain sight, even the x-ray vision of superman couldn’t penetrate

Born to be free while dependent on everything on Earth for survival, a dichotomy of hot rods.

Pints or tons of the milk of Emptiness, open wound of wide open Space, a tomb for Nothing

In the holy books of unknown human origin, lines and squiggles on the cave walls and rocks

To remind us that there were some people who were alive, then died, torn-asunder, my son

A network of Space for Gravity and Gravy, pink flamingo bowel movement, Time creation.

Moss all over the forest, moose, elk and deer, even antelope runnin’ wild across planet Earth

On or off of a Newheel, hovering your 208 bones and 650-840 muscles, depending on girth

On or off of the hover-board you go and find yourself above the planet’s surface, wet or dry

Rivers and lakes without rules force collisions and death of atomic anomalies, men will die!

Madness closed off the intercourse and the species became extinct, fear caused bitter Ends

All snakes and bacteria consumed by the holy virus, of birds and bats, an influenza to die for

Yet, the strong survived, the young kept kissing each other and spreading the spit and rumors

That disease only kills old human beings yet it is worse than that, I kill the young first, then...

Oops, I’ve exposed myself to the healthy, you and yours, now you know, Mr & Mrs holy RNA

Microscopes have exposed the truth, telescopes have opened the Holy of Holies double-wide

To throw, to hit, to catch, to kick the balls all over the ground, in the air, off of the brick walls

Last chance for a final gasp of smoke for Rock & Bullwinkle’s third eye’s wink, bud of #Dank.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 3-21-2020 Anno Domini @ 6:66 AM in the bat-menagerie, my Home - Homer-Simpson.

{ Drafted while watchin’ & listenin’ to Rocky and Bullwinkle Muses RockyandBullwinkle ruled for an hour @ https://youtu.be/sVsesUF9-_Y }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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

--------------- 25 OR 6 TO 4 ----------------

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 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?