#LockedInTight #LikeARollingStone @BettyeLavette @BobDylan @TheRollingStones @PaulRevereAndTheRaiders # #NotADrag #Kicks #LivingInAGhostTown #SACTO

FAROUT? WAIT, WHAT, I’M OUT!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 24, 2020

------ #YouGonnaHaveToServeSomeBody -----

Inside the empty mind, there’s nothing more than neurons on fire, passing along the hot heat

From out of nowhere, literally the Space and Time of our enculturation in platinum and gold

From a tiny, nearly invisible thing itself, things are duplicated and sheltered in placed sheet

Where the invisible angels never go, here and now to the presence of our experience, my feet.

Shame on you & me, even after you’re long gone from Earth’s wet market, naked monkey sky

Neither your bones nor soul exist in any reality you’re in, it’s not your business to know why

Or if anything ever mattered at all, ever and the trick is to get the idiot savants, pigs in a Bay

For the answer to the perrenial question, who am I (or you) and why am I here (or there) eh?

Your fortune is tied to the air of this spinning, wobbling occult ball of the First Cause, what is

It can’t be all there is, just one and done or a reincarnated stew of pooh bear’s ilk, a sweet kiss

French or Italian styles matter very little to the invisible king and queen of Nothing at all, OG

Gangsters who force the issue on the innocents sleepin’ on ‘J’ street for the frozen tundra pee.

An innocuous dream for an idiot savant but for the kid on the block, son or daughter of gangs

A maze to get from being awake in the morning to finding a place in space to hide from thugs

Underneath the starry skies, there’s a park by the river with a restroom for deposits of dung

It’s never enough for the Way to just Be there, it must pull the verve from the family of Fung.

It’s ancient, it’s hidden in plain sight, it’s on the #Marconi & it’s on the #RCA radio-TV corps

There was a crash of ‘29 and a broadcast from a voice out of nowhere, now here on blue tarps

We’ve blown the ground of being into smithereens and caused an asteroid belt by Mars’ lick

An idiot, a moron and a clown walk into a bar called, Terra Ferma, a pandemic is academic.

Not eye said the blind man to his deaf brother on the telephone, it’s no joke, it’s a hole Truth

Black one, empty of light and atoms that explode from helium to argon, electronics forsoothe

Compared to Nothing, this life of the minions is better because the absence of me is not Good

I’m here to see, hear and touch the Thing itself, It is what I am, It’s all there is, I’m starfood!

Gods know it, one or many, incumbent upon the gallows, it’s doom, a Singularity malfunction

Snappin’ necks off the chickens who can’t hang with the swing of delight, sin to be unmanned

You’re hurt but don’t show it, due to accidental lies of a King, space tools to survive extinction

Heads are in a noose, locked inside Infinity, a King’s Queen exploded it, BlackStar quicksand.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, April 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #ThingsHaveChanged by Bettye LaVette on youTube in an infinite loop #LockedInTight on link @ https://youtu.be/AUK8ZQD5GYo }

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FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BustedInAlCaponeTown1971 #OutOfControlSince1969AD #Dylan #Springsteen ##ZZTop

2020 @CHEVROLET STINGRAY #1

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Thursday, April 23, 2020

---- #MagicJokerMan #GonnaHaveToServeSomebody ----

Want Zimmerman to give me back my bullets, I’m out of range now, my spoiler flapper down

It is as incredible as the notion that somebody was smart enough to build this machine clown

If you go fast enough, you’ll exceed 200 MPH on a Jersey turnpike or on a German Autobahn

My eyes were on the prize as the velocity increased with my will to power then I took off, son.

Nothing to follow ‘cause you can’t catch a UFO you can’t even see, where’s the house of flop?

Did you see that? Optics outside are not the same like inside the hatch, Time slows to a stop

Wicked witches couldn’t hold a candle to the power of a Black Mama who got the upper hand

It’s not my choice it just happened the way it went, I willed it and coincidentally, it happened.

Shook a tree until all the unripened fruit fell to the ground, where I stood trying to be, a fool

I was bombed by the coconuts and pineapples, it hurt but it didn’t matter to priests & nuns

I ate more than I should have out of gluttony and I paid a very high price, espresso #TheRuns

High crimes and misdemeanors can be deceptive, things have changed from Honesty’s rule.

Flushed the wasted refuse away from you, underground or underwater, through my sewer pipe

Where the rats and roaches fear to go, stench of the carnivores and herbivores and omnivores

Only the monks who fast until they starve know the feeling of an act of Free Will, extinct type

I’ll take the blame and say that I don’t care what you think or who you are, broken #whores.

For the love of money for the love of survival in a hostile environment, requiring your will

To comply with the society, the civilization to which you’ve been immersed within, just chill

To pass through and don’t look back for long is all you need to do, that’s the narrow way, it is

There’s nothing more important than egg-ego realization, all roads are good, like a slogin fizz.

In love or just infatuated with the form of beauty and kind repartee, smiling and happy faced

Until the disappointment infiltrates the inter-coastal relationship, seven continents of fleece

All of the sheep don’t even know that they’re not the naked ape they thought was the big bone

Don’t shoot the messenger, just let all hell break loose on my symbiotic face, together, alone!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, April 23rd, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ Drafted to the #JitterbugRag with Bob_Dylan drinkin’ champagne, “ water under the bridge...on the gallows, head in a noose, listenin’ to his #1 HIT #LockedInTight #OutOfRange #ThingsHaveChanged on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThisAintNoGodDanFarSide #IntenseYetSmoothAsGeorgiaPeaches #FarOut #Freaky #RightOnTheMoney @Bugatti

TIME TO GO, ONE FATE TO GIT, GIT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 23, 2020

------  2020 YEARS AFTER A 3RD EYE BLINK ------

One more thing, I’ll count my money after I’m in my truck, y’all don’t even try, this’s no joke

There’s no need for violence since you’ve always got tomorrow to look forward to, yet broke

It ain’t my fault that your mamas didn’t teach y’all how to bluff when you’ve got a losin’ hand

I hope y’all learned a bit from my chivalry, mam, I tip my hat to you & sirs, I’ve gotta go man.

Conventional knowledge has led me to the fallacious reasoning and bogus conclusions of ilk

Furnished bungalo inherited from the best idea since #Fire, my pop’s theory, trumped fission

Drove his way around the Second City, as it used to be, back in The Day, hacked cab collision

That’s why I’m still alive seven decades later, papa was my Man, he showed me smooth silk.

To travel at a speed approaching the speed of light without punking a black hole’s singularity

Not that’s turnin’ neutrons into photons and electrons, added to the infinite volume of mass

Energy to move and cause the excitement of a thing that’s been at rest since Day 1, it’s a mess

Just because there was a siesta in the middle of a busy afternoon, you got nothin’, got diddly.

I’m sequestered, at home, alone, together because I’ve got it together, always did, #FakeUout4

Began at the end where there was nowhere else to go, not even down or up, throttle to go thru

These are the breaks like it or not, it’s not your choice and it’s not your intent, or is it? You?

Using the tool others overlook and wave that magic wand over the form of the thing, a score!

A best man and the bride’s groom both shook their tailfeathers at the bachelor party fun time

All gettin’ tired of drinkin’ and comin’ down from the brothers’ and sisters’ highs, it’s a rhyme

Everybody knows it’s all gonna be an inaccessible mirage to us, just like fish in the Dead Sea

And philosophers and politicians and professors, laborers and managers of the irrationality.

Bums and junkies are all in the hotels, with foodstamps and #Newsome cellphones to go

What is hip? Somethin’ in Oakland drinkin’ some moonshine, eatin’ catfish and stew flu

I think I’ve been exposed and ate the hunks of #HerdImmunity, to be or not to be, #Bro

I dug the sisters, hung out with the brothers, white, black, yellow, in a mind power flow.

Sudden impact of all things growing old together, healthy & in a good mood, Chicago heights

Burials were way down, cremations way cool. in the funky heat of God’s knuckleduster fights

Who knew you could work like a dog or a fruit of the loom and still get here and now, caput

Stay with me, pre-historic was what it was but this here and that there ain’t all it is, a Root.

A minute or two after the hour, first or the twenty fourth, your Will becomes extinct scat aps

Important to the culture or the herd as some may be, kings, queens, priests identical, ill Fate

Played like a concerto from the First Cause to the final Super Nova and gravitational collapse

Bring it on in now brothers and sisters, mind numbing raw deal by the dead #GetHigh date.

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r j j stephan, i

 

c. Jeudi 23 avril, vingt-vingt, dans l'année du Seigneur (2020 après J.-C.) @ 1:11 Post Meridiem {PM}, heure normale du Pacifique {PST}

 

c. Thursday, April Twenty-Third, Twenty Twenty Year of the Lord (2020 A.D.) @ 1:11 Post Meridiem {PM}, Pacific Standard Time {PST}

#GravitationalCollapse #BringItOn #YouMotherEarth

#NegativityProducesNeutralityToThePositivity

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W.W.A.R.D.?