#WorldOfSense #APlanetAmongMillions #GodsProbablyGoingNowhere #SomebodyHelpUsYeah @BeeGees @HEART @DarylsHouse

HARD ROAD IT IS, UP, DOWN & 86’d

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 5, 2020

------------ @StayinAlive #Forever ------------

No it’s not, it cannot be, it’s over already? I’m not even seventy, I mean eighty and poof bone

Shut down after I worked for thirty years to retire and enjoy vacations, forgetabout it now G

Pensions mean nothing if they don’t send them, Man has taken over the system, I’m all OMG

The Man is always there for us! I know the Man, I am the Man, You’re the Man, I’m all alone.

Caught up in the silver lining and the philosopher stone search, nationwide, worldwide Hood

Always will be until my last breath and my taking the water & turning it into red wino blood

In the alleys where I’ve left everything I’ve written on paper, shredded into strips for kindling

Highlights of the dreams and nightmares in the form of sagas & fables, mine, yours, Aesop's.

Treasures are won and lost, some are even stolen by those who live backward, spelling it Evil

Walking backward with the tribe, the clan, people of the world, of all the nation’s hero ballads

We walk and run down the same roads, we eat and send the refuse downriver to the downhill

Changing scat into pure gold, the elements of animal excrement, the love of living bat salads!

It’s easy come, easy go, it’s all a matter of when and that’s the mystery, look out for The Ends

My philosopher’s stone can’t be inherited, I’m takin’ it with me when I go, I am a holy wraith

All of the lead left here and now has been changed to the shining gold of the minions, my kins

Humans, bats & roaches, virus & bacteria win, Samson bonks Delilah, David kills ol’ Goliath!

Up in the evening, up in the morning, nowhere to lay down where the sun don’t shine, God O

Took care of my mother, father, sisters and brothers, friends & relatives, dead needed dough

Somebody pressed a button and the whole shebang shutdown the engine of creation, I moan

Like a baby in the cradle wanting to eat but can’t because the teat dried up, now you got bone.

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r j j stephan, i { This one is for my BEST friend! Turned lead into gold. Engine drones. }

c. 5 avril 2020 Anno Domini à 3 h 33 après le méridien, heure normale du Pacifique

{ Drafted during an #EngineDrone to a #PhilosopherStone & #HITS by VanMorrison link @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NowhereSpecial #JustStayinAliveForNow @Venus #PrinceOfThePaupers @PhilosophersStone @VanMorrison @BruceSpringsteen #FaithBetweenOurTeeth #BackstreetsChicagoFreehold #HitMe

GOOD GIRLS, BLURRED LINE HENS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 5, 2020

------  #NoFullHouse just #TripAces ------

The Tea is for Two not the ants, fleas and gnats of the genome, beggars of green eggs & ham

I am One gypsy on the surface of the planet and there’s one in the air and one at sea, 1 & done

Not amigos but necessary conditions for a format to exist in this manner, a form of gods’ dam

Substance of the substratum from the Earth core center of a Life on Earth to a star, my sun.

You rocked and stoned the pebbles into smithereens of viral-cosmic dust, a pinch of salt balls

Never to be hard enough to rock again, soft rock’s questionable too, nobody knows but nature

Nice guys finish last and I was always the first over the goal line, apparently I’m badder y’alls

Good girls can’t handle me, like my ma, sisters and wives, bad girls want gigabytes, pure me.

I get it, I’ve always gotten it but I play possum for the minions to extrapolate their animosity

Dreaming their fannies are all awake, unconscious of Nature, trippin’ on Reality & swag steel

Took a ride in the education K-16 and found Nothing but #BlurredLines of animal rules, Fme

Yeah, I said it good girls, I can’t spell it, know where I comin’ from? Hug my mesmeric DNA!

Fairs and concerts, ball games of children & old, decrepit men who outlive a dark star’s whirls

Just because their mothers and fathers let them play games as children, away from gang ways

Earings and fingerlings of diamonds and sapphires, rubies and emeralds in a full circular jerk

Directionless creator out of humane control but DNA & RNA with code to survive, good girls!

I’ve fought hard and I’ve got scars and tattoos from head to toe, there is no dread of the Void

Been there and came out of It in One piece, still alive, kicking cosmic dust off doomed boots

Now, just #ParkItBeach & get off, a commercial break to be concerned about, empty, dead air

Wealth in the black lead buried in the mountains of planetary X, #GoldenGirls, a divine dare.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 5 aprile 2020 Anno del Signore; @ 1: 111 Ante Meridian; Ora solare Pacifico

{ Simulation presentation with the #GoodGirls this AM #BlurredLines Robin Thicke nasty jam on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yyDUC1LUXSU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DontDieWhenItsTime #LiveEternally @ChrstinaAguellera #IntoABrandNewTrip #DiscoInferno #DiscoDuck #KungFuFighting #tTravolta @DaveBrubeck

STAY ALIVE EVEN IF YOU DIE, ROSE

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, April 4, 2020

------------- #DoNotPassGo -------------

I cried hard when I first breathed the gas of Earth in St. Ann Hospital with the dirty martinis

They told me later that the city I was born in was the city of bad smells, the natives just sayin’

Apparently the fish from the lake come and die every year because of mystery H2O pollution

Born at end of August in ‘51, hop skip and jump down Augusta to Oak Street Beach bikinis.

Immortally yours and mine, a thought without evidence, dead men tell no holy, sacred tales

Oh wait! They do tell stories about unbelievable fat attached to the sad bones in honor of me

Tell me something good and then tell me something even better ‘til you run out the barroom

Function of this phantasm is replication of a heart’s pulse, recovers from the Tango of doom.

Not that it was even close on my part although my gentleman accompanying me, A1 nucleotide

Looked the other way again ‘cause you know masks keep germs in your face, so wash the face

Apparently you cannot recall both Aristotle & Plato saying to you, #NoMas #NoMas let’s ride

Singing and dancing for no reason at all other than you’re just stayin’ alive, without a mas, D.

Energy for the minions and the rulers of them all, here and now in this place with that there

Form of the substance looks like us, in corduroy and gaberdine these colors take breath away

Substance of the one room hovel is the measure of the treasure, the value of the #Ends today

Mass and the speed of light combine to force Time to warp, from 3rd to 4th dimension’s care.

Future perfect is the will to be what would have been if it only should’ve been, I would have

Not everybody’s alike in fact everyone’s distinctly up in the mood to swing a single swing

Dusk until dawn as it should be and the girls all rocked the house on down below as above

Mercury to Pluto, easy to say but impossible to fathom a trip to a Twilight Zone of Nothing.

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r j j stephan, ii

c. Saturday April 4, 2020 A.D. @ 8:88 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to @DaveBrubeck, #Take5 #BesameMucho & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/P_a2f9HI2JI }