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MANIFESTO OF FUCHSIA, OUT'S IN!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 2, 2020

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Putting my health and welfare in high regard so that I may play my role in the virus’ saga

Pretending that people were never dying of the plague in the past history of mankind, Ga

There’s no God because God’s dead or so a madman across that ocean said, blow the horn

Made flesh and dwelt amongst Us, you and I and everyone who has died & so far unborn.

For Margaret and Theresa and all of the mothers who came before and after us, we salute you

Because they are all about to rock this world, the Earth is still rollin’ though humans nuked it

It’s why everything stopped, we’ve become totally annihilated by communism and capitalism

Species now resting in peace, no traffic or gas masks, just radio replays and TV reruns all day.

I see bags of groceries and candy in my dreams because I’ve got no money or food stamps left

I eat garbage cans full of God’s fish and loaves at strip malls, God’s nice leftovers to the right

Without the charity and love of the strangers, planet Earth would die, the species will kill Her

In a shutdown of all commerce due to a Virus that travels in the air, on land and in the water.

In any case, spreading rumors and the black and white trash mix of info-data, we flow, eh?

Being in the know-it-all range of ALL there is to see, hear & feel for me & you, say hey!

I am all alone there in that place in space as you would be too but you’re not, I am the One

Not that you’re a Two or Three it’s just that I am the only One who can keep me alive, son!

Depending on Tom, Dick or Harry is an option for theoretical models of extinction, depends

That’s all you may get at the end for assistance, something to mitigate incontinence, the ends

Of mice and men, same destination and same outcome, dead and gone, mouth agape, it sings

Wishin’ ma & pa would’ve told me the secret, Minions of Truth, roadkill of all sweet nothings.

It’ll fill you with the warm blood you’ve inherited from fortune of Gaelic-Greco-Roman stones

Who created nothing from nothing that was everywhere at that time, just like their ancestors

Trapping, shooting, killing, burning in fire to flame the hair & warm the marrow bone cores

Jolly Roger waving that Out is In, rejected humanity in a 21 gun salute to death’s skull bones.

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 2nd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Jammed IN while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND concert #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tsuW1Ya035g }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#DontWaitForMe #Kidding #WaitUp

LOOKIN’ FOR THE SILVER LINING

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 1, 2020
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Philosopher’s stone just fell into my hands just like my daddy said, it’d be a fractured fable

If you get lucky & you’re paying attention when the sign appears as if it was willing and able

Wacky things happen in those lucid dreams, reality ya just don’t know, God, Zeus & Ra lied

Due to a change of divine mind, none of us humans are idiot beings, you lived and you died.

In an empty handed prayer, I whacked the gods back so hard that it mutated into a black hole

There may be angels but I’ve never seen one, been told they’re everywhere, they ain’t today

I think, therefore I am what I’ve been trained to be, what I’ve accepted to claim that I am, eh

Assemblies of the yes and no men and women who vote either their conscience or fool’s gold.

Mitigating the circumstances so that I’ve kept the socially acceptable six feet gap, further spot

Because nobody is classifying this disease as the proper one, everyone who is sick has the flu

When they may just have a cold, the GQ CQ, charge of quarters, able to discipline from blue

Songs unhappy for the gift of just being alive without a purpose, being a man to beat or not.

Here’s a notion for a conclusion’s first premise, if you want a rational nip and tuck, all the fat

You’ll need an empty bag of Hydrogen ready for the Oxygen to be mixed into filet of dirty rat

I think I ate some lead and it came out the end a stick of gold, not yellow but gold, alas, moan

Nobody in the house or in the home so the end that was near is nigh, we’re gonna get stoned!

Hard road with the soft rocks, turning the lead into pencils and gold, to write and to shine

It wasn’t supposed to be like this yet it is, searchin’ for the philosopher’s stone, it’s just fine

Magic happening only when I’ve touched it’s essence with my hands of light, hours today

Days to decades and on to the tenth century back to the third century, what did they say?

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r j j stephan, i i i i i i i i i i i i i (Happy April Fools Day y’all)

c. Wednesday, April 1st, 2020 Anno Domini @ 8:00 PM PST

{ jammed out of the airwaves with the @GeorgiaSatellite #KeepYoHandsToYourself on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cPtw_Cd3zTk }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FOOLS & #HITMEN

HITMEN, WHISKEY & HOT WATER!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 1, 2020

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NYC to Miami to Chicago and Milan to Los Angeles’ holy black tar mud, extinction species Id

In the deep psyche, in the marrow of the hillbilly bones, moment comes and goes into a skid

No way to stop it, stand in front of it only to be smashed into a flat bone-bag of dripping glee

Comin’ out of nowhere baby because you loved someone deep inside of them, 1 planted seed.

Comfort in the warmth of the nest where nobody ever goes except you and your lover, just 1

None other needed with the open minds of the open vacuum holes in valleys, hollars of fun

Never married so never knew the joy of the ecstasy that comes and goes with the north wind

Hidden until it’s the Time in Space to multiply geometrically, to avoid the species extinction.

On to the path you got off of many years ago, it’s still there ready to be tread upon, never fear

You ain’t the first and you won’t be the last that animates the lump of flesh and bone’s veneer

Lookin’ at the reflection in the mirror, the image is accurate only in the light, now it is so dark

Even Bubba can’t see in the dark, gotta feel with fingers and feet, we bums in a Chicago park!

By the lake or on the outskirts of the southside where angels fear to go, stockyard ready bullet

Ready for your cattle necks to be inserted into holy ends, beheaded meat to amalgamate chit

Open minds on barbeque fired up heat, charcoal, hot rocks, wood or gas heat, we gonna eat

Party on the patio or the veranda or balcony of the high-rise, yell it loud now y’all! HeeHaw!

Flinch when I wave my hand at your face, duck and cover because it may be your only chance

Death blows and life does it’s best to compete with the #HeadBanger, end of the God’s dance

You had stone-blind faith in Things you could never see, dead men leftovers for kin-cousins

Eyes to see and ears to hear before the Action, the 1st Movement, the Rhapsody in blue jeans.

I drove in the sticks more deep than ever before, down into the ground of being, Hell & Me

It was a trip from the LSD acid and the weeds on fire, inhaled and exhaled for Mescalito tea

Just a product of Parochial mesmerization, an altarboy spoke Latino for God’s stone creepers

Old ladies & old dead men walking up the aisle for the body and blood of the Saved, jeepers!

Transubstantiation of water into wine and bread into flesh, consumed as cannibals ought to

Eating their God and sucking the blood in to thank the divine for the precious moments to be

Allowed to be or not to be, brothers and sisters with an important question for all, WTF over?

Gave me that look, let me down easy and I thank you, #HIT me, it’s how we got here l’il lover.

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r j j stephan, i

c. APRIL FOOLS’ DAY, 4-1-2020 A.D. @ 08:00 AM PST

{ Twisted out of my genome this AM, the muse had me over a barrel therefore, created listenin’ to the PRINCE ... The Living Legend 💜 link @ https://youtu.be/H9tEvfIsDyo }

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W.W.A.R.D.?