#ChugUhLug #ComeAlong #YouBetterLaughOrYoureGonnaCry

LOVE, LUCK & EXTINCTION

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 23, 2020

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Fire is in the black hole and it awaits the water that ran out with the oxygen, OMG now what

We’re all gonna die, sooner than you thought but not too much later than you thought it’d be

That’s the way love goes, time goes, on and on, without or with you, neither of us’s required

If you don’t believe me, ask your pastor, your priests from pre-ordained to Papa Francisco ilk.

I am the unknown X factor who related the thing itself to the forms and matter you entrope

Processing the performances of what goes in and out of the animated gas bags, that’s the rub

It piles up to the sky, so to speak, bury it underground like nuclear waste, still it accumulates

We are the source of it and without what it represents, we become extinct, we are The Fates!

On the other hand means nothing but you don’t have any idea and want another to play a fool

Pretending to be interested in finding undiscoverable Truth, an eternal verity from Sing Sing

Only you know and I know that there is no way possible or at least probably not, to be so cool

As the nights that never see the burning star closest to their presence, precious pontificating!

Now, let’s be friends, let’s be serious, I won’t bite and I won’t destroy your entire life history

Nevertheless, the teaching of someone else other than me is more important than my scree

It comes in the form of pointing a finger to the Truth because it cannot be said, every picture

Tells a story about the way Beings got to the scene and what they’ll do in the next overture.

High above ground, eight miles high on to the end of the Void, astronauts know it, I guess it

No light, just Black the color of Nothing everywhere, up, down, left, right in One epileptic fit

To explode and implode for the sake of gravitational collapse and Way of Warriors’ fake farce

Unburied, undead, skin and bone from the bowels of God’s dirt or just a swift kick in the arse.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 23 marzo 2020 Anno Domini; @ 7:11 Ante Meridian; Ora solare Pacifico

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the @ThePolice #Synchronicity on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MNbA_OLEJOk }

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#RedDirtRoads #UnderMyGround #MyMariaEyeLoveYou

WE’RE ALL SILVERSPOONS LICKED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, March 21, 2020

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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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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
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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 }

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