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#CantGetNoConnection   #WTFAreYou?

FORCED NEUTRALITY, HIGH ALERT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, March 28, 2020

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Sirens scream, horns blow, cowbells ring and all of the people from the foothills remain alert

Mothers raised no fools, only the strong survived the hard times of the #Struggle to help hurt

All survivors of the beings who’re so hungry to eat that they fight to devour our hardass bones

Flesh, fat muscle and sinew is their meat, scat is their dessert, a sewer of H2O & #9 iPhones.

Pale or dark as the blackness of the Void where the stars never go unless they're dead n' gone

Not lonely at all when you know for certain that you’re Everything in the universe, God’s #Ra

Grasp and get your little skull full of matter and energy to comprehend #tele & #micro scopes

Smack in the middle of the Way, neither the Origin nor Ends, inside the noose ropes of a Ga.

Cheer at the games played without the rules being followed by both teams of questionable ilk

Orphanages turn boys and girls into men and women, graduates with PhD’s in Oreos & milk

Just because we thought that we were so pretty, we looked in distorted mirrors of reflection

Third eye visions deep into the glass weakens the bond and the whole system shatters in Sin.

Who made this up? Meeting Earth’s this here & that there on my knees, free to a humdinger

Songs so sorry that my folks made love to make me come here to payback divinity’s #Finger

Middle One, so high above Ground of Being, far from Earth’s core of windy rain, oh, Freudian

Nothing and nowhere are my Ends, a gasp of air in and out, last whiff turns to shyt, I’m all in.

Hearing the bells and whistles everywhere from the dirt to eight miles high above it all, I cry

Tears rollin’ down the cheeks until the block returns to free this quarterback before we all die

Pushing back out in the tradition of the Pulsars we are, my gravy and gravity cause my spasm

Above, below and beyond the Void’s Twilight Zone’s ‘X’, I trip the blacklight, I’m a phantasm!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, March 28th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 6:00 AM sharp

{ Drafted while listenin’ to The Marshall Tucker Band #24HoursAtATime & #GreatestHits rockin’ the house on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Q51Osg0Kdn8 }

#LetUsRollTheDiceTwice

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AroundTheWorldInTwentyMinutes #YourMaAndPa #Machineguns @JamesMarshallHendrix

#SacrificeScarFaces

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#Crickets & #ClickBait #HeartAttacksSaveSoulsTimeInSpace

 #InAndOutAnimalStyleProteinStyle #RubberLatexGlovesAndUS

ROCK’S HARD, NOW LET US ROLL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, March 27, 2020

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Way down, bottom of the core, this is what it looks like when this star burned out of holy gas

An Eagle Rock for the minions that used to be beyond the rocks that litter the land en masse

Of giants and tiny, invisible to the human eye #COQ19 virus from the holes punched thru

Our atmosphere was CLOSED and is now OPEN, thanks to the rockets, missiles and men.

Bags of groceries emptied into the camp’s fire for the minions to scurry around, just dance!

Ticking time TNT and the space between your ears, as my daddy used to say, it’s out of Air!

Opened wide at birth and shut tight as a drum by the time of a decade passed, to be or not

Survival depends on your ma & pa & then it depends on YOU and only YOU, it’s your shot!

Roll around the ellipse of emptiness, a plane of imaginary First Movements in an RNA Opus

Rhapsody in the acid rain and the pools of acid and alkaline, to be or not to be them, all of US

Nobody knows anything for certain except some mathematical computations about Bermuda

Where the bombs blew the corona virus into the next dimension, cocks and tails love Nevada.

Omega and Alpha for All, you will drive it home after you see the ball coming and hit the ball

Up and out of the park hundreds of times, trillions of times, dead in a Cool, California Hehl

A pool of the excess refuse floating on an ocean of oxygen and hydrogen mix, it’s a gold find!

Here comes the open mouth full of sharp teeth and in a moment, you sphinx’ out your mind?

In olden days, business as usual, lying and dying at the end of it, spinnin’ revolts of #KungFu

Now, a crown, a corona of the invisible and indubitable, will be yo' kingdom 'neath dirty Blue

Light-blinded, deadheads above gas bags of skin & bone, to be or not to be gods’ of bossanova

Delightful taxes of Gold income, melted in a cauldron of lead, Big Bang origin, a SuperNova!

Freemasons hiding secret data in a holy tabernacle of emptiness, a holy, hot rock nobody sees

Then and only then when you kill your personality you’ve inherited from the knowledge trees

Ladies of specific shapes & sizes in the men’s heads to populate the gene pool, fine and dandy

A million or a billion dollars of trillions, zillions in any case, too high, still smokin’, eye candy!

This ain’t no Mr Pickle from San Francisco streets of hills to die for, 45 degrees of up & down

Yet, there’s something to say for the shapes of cucumbers as far as input into an output frown

Without the injector of spunk, extinction is the only fond memory you’ll recall, weakness’ ilk

Who and what will become extinct next? Gods’ rose him from the dead, the spirit’s son, Milk!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi 27 mars 2020 Année du Seigneur, à 6h66 Ante Meridian, heure normale du Pacifique

{ Drafted out of the Void inside and outside of YOU, yeah, YOU and listenin’ simultaneously to Sir Elton John the Guinea Pig link @ https://youtu.be/en3gKL2MstU }

#GodsDanginIt

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?