#Trippin #PickItUp #ApologiesToAllOfTheSinghers #TheTwins #DebNDave #Soulman

IODINE & KRYPTONITE, SINGH IT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 23, 2020

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There is no reason to believe the incredible story of my all too human sagas of cyber alchemy

For the love of the money or the love of being alone by yourself without a chum or archenemy

On time in the corner of Space set aside for the punishment for disobedient, laughin’ spades

And they laugh at you behind your back, havin’ fun with your learning tricks of the trades.

Sports games, weddings, wakes and funerals aren’t happening, nobody dies if nobody plays

So polite with the please and thank you as if it means someone will favor your future behests

Primitive as atoms bouncing around without a plethora of electrons in orbit, a neutron fuss

In the era of writing and singing words to the masses via electronic media, UFO’s gifts to us.

Balls of fire, balls of air, balls of water, sacks of stardust/earth dirt, a swelling mass’ of eyes

Nothing inside nor outside of the thing, a shaky, jiggling, solid liquid ready to metabolize

A byte or two of melodies, notes played on the keys of metal and ivory, lovin’ that rear view

Strummin’ and beatin’ the skins, we used to sing and dance after the hunt, before the BBQ.

So, the iodine kills the bacteria and the virus, the kryptonite gets out of synch with my iodine

No reason left in the answer to the equation, it’s merely an innocuous statement, I cannot fly

To the question that should never be asked if you don’t want the Truth, if you need it, OK fine

Laughing until you cry after you find out what I know, music’s in me & dyin’ to git too high.

Played out and still in synchronistic harmony with the noise of the spheres, ear piercing word

OM, I think, therefore I am, to know who you are is to know who I am, it is what it is, my lord

You must be kiddin’ me now, I got exactly what I deserved, I got back what I gave, I gave it all

I got it all, I did it in style, incognito without celebrity or recognition by minions, yepyep y’all!

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 23rd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:10 PM PST

{ Chess-spaced on 64 squares, Black Queen’s rook to B-6, Checkmate & listenin’ to #NewRadicals #JustCantGetEnough & HITS Tube link @ https://youtu.be/io2erj8GhFc }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#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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W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?