#RedDirtRoads #UnderMyGround #MyMariaEyeLoveYou

WE’RE ALL SILVERSPOONS LICKED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, March 21, 2020

--------- #WhenYouThinkAboutIt #SayYoureSorry ---------

 

I swear to God this is true, I wouldn’t lie to you although I’m your favorite fabricator of Truth

Weaved in an intricate semblance of reality, it falls apart and disintegrates in a wisdom tooth

What we’ll all do, our kin and friends have gone away, bit off more than they all could choose

Masticated the mass of plants and animals transforming them into fodder for the deep blues.

Bang! Found here, now, loyal and covering my naked back, hair on my neck shot straight up

Nothin’ more important than eyes in the back of your head, bald heads don’t work, it’s a cup

Of mocha java or herb tea, hot, soothing to a house of pain and suffering sights’, sounds’ cud

Navigating through a morass of fiddle sticks and mucky, black hole mire, take me home bud!

It’s easy as pie, maybe not the hair kind, just the fruit and the nuts and the meat, sweet things

Amazed my heart n’ soul made it through the suicide and homicide of Babylon’s #badabings

Love is what I am in, not with a human being or a divine being or any being, holy and emptier

Open wound bled out of the life force to manipulate the matter into an virus’ aircraft carrier.

Alright with me if you don’t see eye to eye with me, in fact, that is a personal preference, bud

My ashes of my smoke and mirrors are scattered, shattered from the one ways to a dead end

Avenue right up the middle of the Way, from alpha to the omega it stops where it goes alone

Amour found everywhere in sight, blinded by astral light from Saturn or a Uranus’ love bone.

Curtains come up, the stage is set, the players are the actors and actresses who read the lines

Like it’s really happening, over and over again, the Play moved facts #1 to #2 to a finale of 9’s

Tough as nails and as soft as an angelfish’s scales, a bluegills’ dorsal fin, stickin’ it in, It is Me

Crumbled Ends, everafter where dreaded happiness used to be, out of Blues, fist full, tricky!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, March 21st, 2020 Anno Domini (A.D.) @ 11:11 Ante Meridian (AM) Pacific Standard Time (PST)

{ Jammed this out of nowhere while listenin’ @ Steely Dan #BrieNightgown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rTUYx14Oe80 }

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FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RESPECT #Engage

CV + RS BY THE DOCK OF THE BAY*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 22, 2020
------------------- EYES WIDE OPEN -------------------

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.?