#DontBalkAndDontWalkRun #GreatfulDead #MadAboutYou

IF YOU WANNA COME ALONG, OK*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 15, 2020

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Hey, if you can’t poke it or smoke it, what good does it do you or me? Let’s start the stroke

Bubble movin’ attracted me to the young thing, I said hell no I ain’t playin’ the I playe it out

My cluch broke down in middle of the road so I started power shiftin’ the Hearse, no choke

Pink panther or singing girls runnin’ around on a ramp, playin’ the dozens, it’s all she wrote.

Time and Space are random and the being who get lucky to be here, either are happy or sad

Recommended for happiness in philosophical ecstasy but that doesn’t exist on Earth, it’s bad

As I said, didn’t I say it once? No ass, no grass, no ride...you ain’t got one, a happening moan

If nobody can see your body, it means you’re either dead or you’re a living ghost crossbone.

You have no free choice until you decide that you have freedom while in a grave, a dilemma

To be or not to be, for a good reason or none at all, just bcasue it seems ridiculous, oh mama

Either it’s a set-up, a staged happening just for the sake of playing the fool, ennui to pacify

Unguided by the men and women of the church but by the brave men of the revolution, sigh.

All along the drawbridge across the mote, the wood creaked and suddenly caved, on demand

Nobody could leave nor enter the only entrance and exit, it happened to the castle in the sand

Smooth as silk and rough as the cat’s tongue lickin’ milk off your flying saucer, blinkin’ flinch

Like the day after your life ends, the day before your birth happened, you know inch by inch.

Melodies of harmonious sounds and then sudden impact of waking up in the speed of light

Watching and learning if the brain hasn’t dysfunctioned and failed to survive, only strong do

The Weak baby boys and girls become the useful idiots of the superior apes of the troupe’ ilk

Ends is the only way to go, toward them since the beginning is no longer in play, #DrinkMilk!

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r j j stephan, i *Header photos me, me & my pops (Al Stephan Jr.) before my 1st #ShotgunWedding & grandpops (Big Al Stephan the 1st) ! RIP EVERYBODY! X’s & O’s

c. Wednesday, April 15th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 17:30 hours

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #ShakedownStreet The Greatful Dead on youTube in a loop @ https://youtu.be/MccLsc5YzrI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ACatsMandala #Maggotbrain @RobinWilliams on #SNL @Funkadelic @SNL #WhatsUpWithThat? all on @SNL

CAT’S MANDELA, A CAT X-RATED IT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 15, 2020

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Future looked pretty bright on the straight & narrow with Felix & Fritz the mantra of the free

On the other hand, it may be a hidden curse which is coming into you through your holy skin

Regardless of the colored, radiating cosmic rays you can never see, RNA & DNA of a busy bee

Entertained by more digital audio/visual than a man deserves, since we’re extinct, exiled kin.

Lookin’ a gift horse in the mouth to check the teeth for cavities or gum disease, x-rays I see

Money makes no difference in the end, neither does property and inheritance, it’s in the sea

Every single civilization which has ever existed on this planet IS buried under this holy dome

Dissolution is my only solution to the problematic calculus and trigonometry of the genome.

I have hidden the meaning in the gist of the words, grammatically and compositionally OK

What I’ve meant to say cannot be said either written or oral, it is the WORD, like a sun’s ray

Mid-freeway there is a median strip and I walk a line like that, traffic both ways, got no fears

Nothing to fear other than Fear itself, therefore it’s a moot point, I’ll shed a drop of my tears.

Before the Big Bang, you know that you and I weren’t anywhere in sight, you’re virus’ alibi

The lock is your white blood cells and their power to destroy invaders with a viral destiny

Monkeys and donkeys cannot comprehend this notion but all humanity can, survive or die

There’s no two ways about it, this is it and that’s that as it’s always been and always will be.

It’s the notion of being alive and aware that you’ve got a set time to live and to die, you’ll see

Nobody gets out alive and I mean not the pope or king or dictator or president or queen bee

Pink lips to kiss the ground you walk on, it’s the ground of Being, we eat and drink it deeply

It it happens to turn into the moonscape of our imaginary, y’all reap what you sow, you see?

I’m certain you don’t get the picture since it’s not the pretense I have set, you’re ignoring me

Anyway, what I had to say was probably not meant for you to hear or read, a concept for free

For the sake of bodies & souls of the angels who care for the sick and dying, priestesses’ PhDs

Frequency of a holy opening of the Vortex, a Twilight Zone sling blade of slung Singularities.

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r j j stephan, i * #MotherEarthIsPregnantForTheThirdTime - Funkadelic

c. April 15th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted in haste while the silence invaded my consciousness before lunch, while listening & WATCHING #FritzTheCat #FelixTheCat cartoon-o-rama on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_AkgzVe91Kc & https://youtu.be/6mQjrOoWGao & https://youtu.be/NtSgorpqd08 bonus: #Maggotbrain @Funkadelic link @ https://youtu.be/21sP7orRS3c }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyesNeverMakeItUp #SeeNothing #SeeEverythingThereIs #TooMuchTime #NoTimeLeft

EPONYMOUS, I’M CAPUT, I AM ME

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 14, 2020

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Nothing is forever, Maleficent knows and there’s no time to cry eyes out on this lonely road

There’s something you should know, walkin’ along this very lonely road to perdition’s load

Eternal punishment for what? For allowing bones and mud to be my mistress Earth queen

Now and then, actually it’s here and now because it’s just because, no reason for any scent.

From first to last breath, your and my illusions merge into the menudo of grandma’s love

Grandpa went to work and screwed the hookers in the alleys while gramma made me cold

Taught the young to be good and feel guilt for the disobedience to the law, the rule’s above

Commandments to behave or else we’re gonna get It, we all carry this Marlon Brando load.

How long can this go on? A minute or two, a century? Get smart and fulfill the momentary

It’s where the Reason lapses down into the vortex on the narrow way down to the singularity

Body aches no more because there are none, there’s no body, it’s just a chimera’s smoke ring

Left with you and I to cry and moan that mommy and daddy left us here with a tweet to sing.

Pride in the existence completed from the conception of the egg, the Easter of your mamas

Fiction or Truth mean nothing, they are conceptual analysis of the nature of beasts and stars

In Twilight Zone’s darkness, between air and dirt, my ashes left on a straight & narrow road

Seeking what I sought will give you the identical treasure, I found it’s lonely all alone, a load.

Who said the moonshine wasn’t ready for Primetime ? I said so that’s why, you know I’m It

The only One I’ll ever give justifications for my decisions to behave this way or that, it’s a Fit

I have them and nobody else does, it’s a curse and a blessing, you’re a moron and genius Foo

For the love of money, every breath I take, IT goes in and comes out, I Am this man’s pooh!

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 14th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:05 Ante Meridien, Pacific Standard Time

{ Jammed out of my hard-arsed, head leading me back where I belong, the #LonelyRoad embrace in a #LOOP by Everlast On the Road to my personal Perdition, Truth I found is that we all gotta go when we gotta go, that’s free choice? Link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/wTnCXpW1n74 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?