@U2 #ThereAndThen #WithOrWithoutYou #WhenImKissinMyLove RIP @BillWithers #FootOnTheRcok #ColdBaloney #WhiteBreat & #Mayonaise #RideLikeTheWind @ChristopherCross #PhilosopherStone @VanMorrison

IMMERSED IN STEEL & CONCRETE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 6, 2020 

---------------  #KnowNewsAintFakeNews ----------------

Here’s the ticket since you asked, oh no you di’nt, yes you did, you know you’re liars

It’s not your fault though, you just hate to be shamed and punished by the superiors

Silver lining in the cloud is in my holy back pocket, got my yoyo and top too, it’s gold

Backstreets full of naked-ape meat, 208 bones full of soup and stew, gets the kids old.

At the bottom or at the top, the same world ends in the empty void of Space, out of Time

It’s nothing personal just like a virus, it’s a hard road to tread, changing the DNA of mine

Humanity’s gene pool of the acid from the solar system, turning lead into a golden plow

Cow, calf, dog, cat, mule, horse, ox, we naked apes on the hard rock road of here and now.

Distorted thoughts of mutant eggs and sperm, soothin’ the savage beasts, ma & pa’s the sex

Even the orphans without their creators from egg and sperm know the Truth, all too humane

All too human as the great philosopher Freddie said, it’s a go, cease to be the jellyroll defects

Wander the land, every direction is up and down, OVER. Come back good buddy...hssssssss.

Pandemic enhancing H2O and Tiger-Lion burger rare, H.1.N.1 TRANCEDEATHCORE SPLIT

Eating cats, rats, bats and whatever crawls on the ground or on trees, stop it, wash it, eat it

Underneath the beautiful and spectacular plethora of dynamic animation of the bone bags

Homeless with or without wood or stone overhead, a cave or mansion won’t stop the #hags.

Before you annihilate all of the messengers that may be in your own family, sing happy blues

Decide whether or not you’re operating from the a priori Truth or the a posteriori #FakeNews

Either way you’ll die in the end, you have no choice but to follow the path, blowin’ harp above

Here below, surprising at The Ends, silver lining in clouds, alone I searched home, I am Love.

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 10:10 Ante Meridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Inspired by the philosopher_stones & #EngineDrone...Bled out from the jugular, after suffering a shallow flesh wound during a solo Escrima kata, all in my own mind, in my head, found the silver lining @ https://youtu.be/3YGPFyhXUws }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?