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EDGE OF THE HOLE? SAUL’S PALL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 4, 2020

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Just like true love the false love appears to be exactly what everybody wants, a dark pall today

I want nothing and I get it every single day, there is never a lack of it, ol’ Chucky’s so annoyed

You can never lose nothing, it’s always there because it isn’t a thing, it’s no thing, nasty Void

Just an empty set of air between invisible parentheses and brackets in a pseudo infinite array.

Where do you get to when you jump into the gravitational collapse, glancing off of holy walls

Bouncing back and forth but straight down to Hades or the source of volcanic eruption palls

You and I could always read one another’s mind like we were one, accurate because we were

Then in one day it all changed, my personality split into the three, I’m father, a son & a ghost.

Keep in mind as you analyze It, I didn’t create This, I’m a humble messenger that hits & runs

What It is exactly is more important than the next to the last breath you suck or blow in puns

Happy to be happy, strugglin’ for continued happiness in this fine world, Nature’s forfeiture

Just need a safe, warm place to sleep and rest and good meals to keep the canals clear & here.

Dried up skin and bone leave no blood and no personality on the ground or inside solid DNA

When it’s over for each and every one of the ones who become conscious, it’s corpus dilecti eh

Categorically imperative that this is classified information, secretly backgrounded corn pone

Open books, nothing’s occult, nothing’s hidden, just a Top Secret you’re, done dead and gone.

There’s no coitus, there’s no reproduction, there’s organic and there’s pure android, robotic

Automatic and better than flawed judgement of the boys and girls of Earth’s trippin’ ecliptic

Beside the rivers’ banks and the Swiss banks, the bankers lie in wait for the fish to jump up

Like the devil out of nowhere, jumpin’ up for attention, keep yer combat boots in the stirrups!

I realize this world of our was made for Two, me and you and that’s all there is, all we need

True love hard to find with your heart on the line but it’s there were you make it, gotta believe

Out of the night it’ll come to you and when it does there will be no mistake, that’ll be the One

For the love of money and desire to be warm, dry & rested, I worked, I retired, It Is Done!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, April 4th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM Pacific Standard Time

{ Drafted lisenin’ to Glenn Frey and Don Henley, Our Desperadoes on youTube links @ https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic & https://youtu.be/d5p7v7XKxTw }

 FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ForestFires & #ShutDownEconomyMarxLeninStalinObama #GenieGetBackInTheBottle @DonHenley @TheEaglesBand

LONELIER THAN ABSOLUTE ZERO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 3, 2020

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Just irritating distractions from necessary conditions for happiness, easy rollin’ orangutan.

If I joined the Air Force on Monday and let her know I was going away to a war in Mississippi

Actually just a technical training school near Biloxi on the Gulf, mission impossible city boy!

Yet, I satisfied that Jones and met many girls like her, a hundred or maybe three, ship ahoy!

Years flow into decades and half a century, all in ecstasy with a girl like you, someone’s zazen

Loves me just like you used to before the end of the act, in the finale, you got pregnant by Joe

Who wanted to die when I told him that if he didn’t move far away, I’d come back to find ‘em

Poking around in the cities and towns searching for the knowledge I needed to know, to blow.

In the wind with the random animation of a whirling mass of star stuff that we are, Big Bangs

Like a shot in the dark, red giant, white dwarf, black hole, pulsar, Hollywood icon of pontang

You know what I mean, stormy weather and thunder and lightening are blood suckin’ fangs

Just irritating distractions from necessary conditions for happiness, easy rollin’ orangutang.

A bloomed flower dies with time in the space of gas we’re rollin’ in, it happens to us, one & all

Easy to do once you do it, it’s difficult to handle the others when they die a hot winter’s fall

Fresh air needed no longer, fine weather and a lot of time on the hands, no dusk, no dawn

Birds are silent and not flying, squirrels are wondering where the people went, It’s all gone!

Brought out the best in me, you’re the First Cause of that, that’s all that counts, down below

I can feel the hot fire near the center core of the mass, the gold of Earth’s ecstasy, holy cow

Eaten, ridden, worshiped, fought in a bull ring, slaughtered en masse for hamburger BBQ d

Gone away, I wanna die, I wanted to stay but I had to go, I was happy then died of viral flu!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, April 3rd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:44 PM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to the Rascals #AGirlLikeYou link @ https://youtu.be/WWgK4InRe8I }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FunctionOfDisfunctionalVoid #MostPeculiarMama #LetsRoll #InTheMoodForAMelody @JohnLennon @HEART @CHICAGO @Nickelback @PRINCEtheArtist

BLIND MEN SEE FIRE IN THE DARK

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, April 3, 2020

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Hard rocks on roads to perdition or paradise, there’s a wrong turn I took for a hot mocha java

There were no signs or turning signals, no heads-up to the dogs of civil war all up in a tizzy fit

Glimmering gold and silver lining from the hills & mountain caves, empty philosopher’s blah

Unborn stalagmites & stalactites of the poor, the gold is watchin’ the philosophers get over it.

Philosopher’s stones aren’t sapphire or ruby or emerald or diamond, just basalt volcano barf

Deep in the bowels of inordinate, simpleton minds who eat roadkill’s revolting, choking scarf

Dressed to kill in sack cloth of burlap bags to cover innocence’s virgin brides’ programmings

Naked skin without fur, without hair, no heat insulation just a total loss of breathing things.

So the Earth ceased to revolve and spin the yarn of the unknown, cosmic slop of a boss’ hogs

You do see what’s going on here right? The pope, the cardinals, nuns’ priests of #Adamsfall

Big house of the tiny gods of golden words, silenced all biblical hieroglyphics, prophetic dogs

Caught off guard while being on guard, had to kill the life to eat the dead, it’s not my call y’all.

If you yourself, your personality and your ego consciousness don’t die when your corpse lives

It’ll be a night of living dead, not a movie but your deadhead life on Earth without bee hives

No rats, bats or roaches to carry particulate bacteria and viruses from place to place in space

Nothing to eat or inhale from the atmosphere’s humidity’s aridity except pure O2 and H2O.

Still have the nuclear weapons tucked away on land, in the air and under the sea, just sayin’

We & they still think we need to protect our stuff from being stolen, are you shyt’n’ no stash?

Man is just so human that there is no way to rise above that insane ignorance, lay up a lay in

Or take a three from half-court to win the joust between friendly rivals, who have danm cash!

Now hear the hundredth monkey squealing on the ground and in trees and cave in Freehold

Then a mystic thought is all that’s left with the rats and roaches and bats, dirty martini SOLD

No lies, money or family, on a cruise ship of retired gypsies, tramps & thieves all ghosts afloat

Found afloat with nowhere to go but to Davy Jones’ locker full of shark bait, cannibal boats.

Purpose for being alive and dying in thee end, you probably are better off not knowing Truths

It’d probably be the last thing you’d want to hear, divine, all too human rhapsody in sky blues

Most will pass away when they die, high school kids online for the answers to the SAT booths

Sad, no prom car wrecks, no dress, no tux, no corsage, no heartbreak after-graduation booze!

Back to normal which is abnormal if you have to go to school or work, retired is still insane

Wake up, listen to the #Marconi tuned to Talk 650 KSTE when Armstrong & Getty elucidate

Four hours of never ending stories of humanity, oh the humanity, we are all the viral #AGfan

Matters taken into our own hands, humane compassion for homeys NOW? A batman’s fate!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, April 3, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while jitterbuggin’ between Friends Who Like #ArmstrongandGetty @ArmstrongandGetty & the following link to Prince_artistik on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Pq98n2j75XA }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?