#GreenLights #ThatsAGO #GoGoGo #GTFOOH #RareEarthBand #ItsAllOverYoFace #TheBoss #Springsteen

TIME OPEN FIRE, FADE SPACEOUT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 26, 2020

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Casey was at bat and he grounded out to second and got the leading run thrown out at home

There was no other way, had to go home to the place in space that nobody else could assault

Behind the mote and the rocks and stones, drawbridge up exposing the alligators and snakes

None of them men and women can see through the hearts in their eyes, love is NOT IT at All.

Here’s what it is, expectations of more than enough, too much more than a bit of jolly roger

With intrepidation and more angst than a prison full of bank robbing kids in a twilight zone

Rolled & rocked longer than I should have with no reason to go forward or back, albeit none

Seriously folks, findin’ what you’ll also find one day, I cannot describe the realization of bone.

Why you and your mama came here to the fools and dreamers who can’t handle the Truth, I

Utter despair just before the self-realization of the nature of your being’s soul, curve pi’s bell

3.14 or 6.28 or 12.56, it matters only when the pie’s all gone, not a crumb leftover for the rats

Scurry with them, you will see a hierarchy of vermin from king to serf, president to slave cell.

It could have been the ides of March or the showers of April that brought on the reign of rain

Comin’ down like cats & dogs when bullets hit the bones, it’d be curtains then, the play’s over

Captains of the ships and general particulars in the crew of One, merged millions in virus’ ilk

Knowing that the hype is the idiots’ whole argument for stealing our FREEDOM, a valor kill.

Now that you and I know what we should have thought about what we couldn’t live with rosy

Without YOU or the THINGS, without the SPIN and WOBBLE of pain and suffering, so lousy

Torture to be near the Idiot and the Moron who think about the same thing, I am not worthy

Nothing different than being all alone in a deep, dark hole without air, water or land, just me.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, March 26th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Generated from the void in Darkness while listenin’ to 'RARE-EARTH' (I know) I’m Losing You on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hINtx2E6y6s }

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#MoneyForNothing #SweetNothings

DRONE SEARCH FOR A JELLY ROLL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, March 25, 2020
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I was lookin’ for silver linings in the cumulus clouds but all I found was a philosopher stone

It was a little bigger than a pebble but not as big as an Irish potato, fit right in my palm bone

My best friends all died of going far away from me and losing my phone number in blue skies

Philosopher’s stones all over the roads and highways but they’re invisible to the naked eyes.

Plump like a fat arsed kid who eats nothin’ but white bread without the crust, husky little kid

To be grown up into six and one half feet of skin’s bone, mastered a PhD in metaphysical fizz

Heads up, hands down the master of the muster to get up and go, awakened so I went & hid

From the boogy men and the witches from the hollar, down by the swamp’s monster bizz.

Snow on the ground, ice on my windows, my engines froze but still turning over for the seize

All cylinders down and out from a metal merger, heat burned them into One, present to past

No creator of the motion, just a hunk of plastic and metal full of dinosaur oil and disaster gas

Makin’ the moves and the love that needs to be made for the sake of a genome’s survival fest.

All alone in the heavens between stars, black and blue but feelin’ good at 455 degrees below 0

Squared cubed gold from lead & sulphur, on this burnt cinder we’re wandering about a flood

Punked for decades, millenia with inadequate, false extrapolations of an invisible dead God

Truth interpreted by monks, nuns, brothers of our mothers n’ fathers, play that violin #Nero!

In form, out of shape with infinite content, an amorphous existence, something in particulars

In general, you can’t put your finger on it but it’s right there, gold lining in silverclouds’ liars

Darkness and a loud engine droning making me think that I’m the thing itself and I am all in

But who I’ll be, because of who I was, whatever I was, not a boy or a man, just all too human!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi 25 mars 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 post meridiem

{ DRAFTED WHILE LISTENIN’ TO #PhilosophersStone by VanMorrison on youTube link in a loop @ https://youtu.be/PghOffQ-BrI }

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#Quarks #QUIRKY #QuickSand #SweetEscape @GwenStefani

BLITZ THE QB &AIM AT ONE KNEE*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, March 25, 2020

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An amorphous blob of gold inside you and now effin’ up a hacking cough’s intent elbow dread

Where you came from and where you’re going when it’s all over, said and done, are we dead?

Nothing more nor less than the absolute Truth and Nothing at All but the Truth, duh, you say

Blues played me like a sharp harp on the way to pearly gates, paid no attention to, No Way!

Here and there you’ll creep like a bug but scared of US who want to survive, to be the most fit

Able to defend your own life and loved ones lives, middle of chaos and extinction immanence

Center of my personal attention is what is right in front of my nose, I am blind in the highlights

Sun’s explode now and then when gravitational collapse moves the unmoved mover, Shyster!

Smog and fog when it’s dark of night is a haze to die for, traffic with head and tail lights to kill

For me and you and everyone else that is animated with the dead food, plants and animal fats

We will survive, women & men, descendants of original denizens of caves in the holy grounds

Foundation in the substratum, deep inside the black hole we’re in, mother’s milk lost, found.

Last breath soon to come when you least expect it, you just do NOT want to know when, cuz

It will suck your hope out of your soul, which you really have no reason to suspect, L.L.T. South!

Deadly virus, deadly dictators all put us to death without the normal fan fare, just caput, dust

It was always like it is today but without radio, TV and NewsWords, Word of a mighty mouth.

Tattletales gossiping, flapping human gums, with chicklets, choppers and their spooky bone

I got a mask, it’s on your face and not mine, I won’t need to breath fresh air where I’m goin’

You’re a moron, you’re an idiot and no freak of nature, it’s the nature of the species’ genome

Run the gamut, ready, set GO y’all better move, #Windows are closing, I am skull’s gnome!

Mighty Mouse and Mickey Mouse they forced fed Disney to the kids, now they rule Earth biz

WTF are we going to do with this barbaric behavior? Get loaded and chill on the viral webs

Gods and men move the ways and paths as the world spins & wobbles in famous, fake celebs

Around the vacant Space between the matrix and the personality you claim is yours, OM is.

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r j j stephan, i *hEaDeR is #DEATH warmed over!

c. Mercredi, March 25, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while alternating between Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE & the The Beach Boys #FiftyBigOnes on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4LkgyvWSlcM }

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