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JAZZ JAMS & DEEP, HOLY STATES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 30, 2020

-----#WaitWhat--------------- #SimpleMindsRule -----

It’s not for me to say, I’m a mere cell in the massive cancer within the Origin’s DNA bellows

Puttin’ a virus into the cells of the Living Cell, what ya don’t know kills, so hey, what’s a Fez?

Oh, you’ve never focused on the #ExtinctionOfSpecies so I will for you my dear ladies & fellas

Can of worms opened now, just for the sake of keeping it for Real, a Reality of bones to seize.

It’s just a fine and dandy conclusion you’ve all come to, north n’ south of the Mason-Dixon

Here’s what I am and I do not give a hoot whether or not you cowgirls can get in the stirrups

Get up on that horse, if you will and ride ‘em cowgirls if you dare, it’s a bareback punkin’ FM

You know the drill, move it until finally you lose it before you know it, high heels all gone son.

Girls didn’t seem to care, everything was copacetic and self fulfilling to be by yourself, #Sick

Then the world crashed into your four cornered room, underground or in the condo of #Poop

Where you try to love but you cannot, it’s a feeling that got killed in the pandemic’s epidemic

My love went to a #WTF chant from dawn ‘til dusk, just playing WAR THE BAND in a loop.

Coitus Interruptus for a species’ humanity, makes us wonder if we are indeed, all too human

As a Nihilist philosopher, my past 40 years on the job analyzin’ the conceptual reproductions

Heaven sent or just manufactured out of the atmosphere’s thin air, anything you say, aw man

Because whatever attitude you present as man or woman, you’ve committed bad mortal sins.

Related to the folks thrown out of paradise for disobedience to the law of not eating fruit-fear

It makes ya move your bowels & THAT scat wasn't flyin' with the creator of Heaven & Hell

Just wanted to let you know that sinning is eating and defecating and it ain’t my fault either

To know that you can’t know anything at all is the wisdom required, to die with gold, be fat!

A boogie woogie kind of motif-beat to think and create a dream of absolutely nothing but me

For the fools who believe and the skeptics who believe not to believe, superior to inferiority

Wanderlust for the end game or at least the pre-knowledge via ESP from an alien scoundrel

A spy stalks the prey and at the right time and place performs, extinction play to eat today.

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 30th, 2020; Year of the Lord, AD @ 12:12 PM PST

{ Jammed out of my soulless, honky mass of holy, processed edibles, did I Trip? God! Here’s the little honky pick of the moment that helped on this inspirational WORD of my MUSE link @ https://youtu.be/KCdKBHdPz30 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NeverBeenSouthOfQueens #HillBillyBonesInCityBoysAndGirls #IfItFiresYouUpYouGottaLetItShine

SECONDS LEFT BEHIND, CO ACID

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 29, 2020

--------  #YouGottaWatchWhereYouSitRoundHere  --------

Oceans were blue and illusory knowing that they’re just black and as cold as frozen tundra ice

Feels like there is something going on here behind the scenes, like Great Oz is pullin’ strings

I may be steppin’ out of line sayin’ this for the entire human genome, as if we’re all one mind

A being in splattered into smithereens that can never collapse back into the thing itself's sign.

Like the yin and yang sign of a dual nature within a circle confined in the Void’s Nothingness

This is not a small realization that you’re just a speck of dust in the universe of Hopelessness

Where you can’t see any purpose for being alive other than breathing, eating, defecating it all

In and out the things that won’t kill you running through your energy conversion system ball.

It’s all in a sphere or an inverted Time/Space warp, touching all surfaces to spread the germs

Sharing what I caught from being alive and touching something, it wants a byte of DNA lights

Infants to die for in the womb or in a hundred year old corpse with a dirty realm of redworms

Used to be buried deep to deny critters access to rotten bones, all’s a bullshyte survival fight.

Like the mamas and papas crooned that one moment in Time, it will be Monday, Monday

Like the mamas and papas crooned the teats off the cows on the way home to become old

Can’t trust that Monday because you’ve been asleep for at least two days, and now yearn

For the lost days of youth when you played all day and slept all night, RNA retrovirus cold.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Marche 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2030 hours

{ Droned out of my muse while coppin’ out to Prince_artistik Princethegod link @ https://youtu.be/gET9RBKNYcM #DiamondAndPearl }

FINIS

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

@TomPetty #TheRollingStones #DOOMandGLOOM #PostedInHaste #JustInCase #ItAllOverNowWWIII #FTLOG #YouWereTheONE #NowYouAreNot

PRECISELY, A POW IN THE KISSER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 29, 2020

-------------- #HaveLoveWillTravel - @TomPetty ---------------

Everybody must have their tea time, pinky up, slurp a sip of oolong for the Time is Tea

That is all that’s important, without tea the mind doesn’t go along with the mover’s fee

To drink a cup a day, 365 days a year and live to be 90 Y.O. means you ARE the Grateful

Of the dried, dead plants on the Southeast ground in China, near the Temple of the Fool.

Think about this Time and Space, history will be the account of what happened in a huge lie

Someone knew the Truth but didn’t say what it was, never told a soul what it is, allegro blobs

Always to be or not to be, what the substance is in it’s substratum form is a tiny Tse Tse fly

Why it’s blue is because of the infinite sadness of being ignorant and a tool of the flashmobs.

Never ask why if you don’t want to know because it will set you free and you might be a tramp

From loneliness being in space without another organic form, that would be a dear, dead God

Dead but grateful that they don’t have to struggle for the existence, survival in a bog-swamp

By the way, you know nothing and guess at everything because you’re unthreatened by gods.

If this means was then you’ve gone to far to attempt to confiscate what I love, freedom’s to be

Or not to be as the old sirs of the bygone days used to say, thinking that they were sons of Ga

Yet there never were and never will be, what they are is an ‘X’ slot of macro evolutionary DNA

Microbes of viruses move to survive in the Host which feeds us, our communion is US, today.

You cannot make this scat up out of thin air, standing on the shaky quakes, I look out below!

Falling down with an Italian beef in one hand and a holy bible of another, praying on the prey

Getting dragged into the chamber of complete desolation, chained by the hooves, no screams

They don’t hear noisy #Moos they talk about Sanskrit and kids as I lay dying, I’m #man-cow!

Set sail on the infinite trip on the Earth’s land and sea, wind blown on one to seven wet seas

Floating upon or submarining within the confines of Earth’s core and the atmosphere’s door

Closed to keep the Space out, thrived and civilized, now we’re redhot dogs, LSD acid freezes

No slight of hand magic or jacked up queen can touch my @PhilosophersStone, I’m a drone #Boar.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, March 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 08:00 Ante Meridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Holy Word BC of #FreeBurghers & #Boers on youTube, Therollingstunes #Hits #DoomAndGloom #JustAShoutAway rhyme link @ https://youtu.be/1DWiB7ZuLvI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?