#EyesDontGiveAHoot @Blondie #WidowsAreWeeping right here in this #LivingInAGhostTown @TheRollingStones #NoFakeGhosts @BruceSpringsteen @TheRollingStones #PartyOfONE

HOT DIE GHOST TOWN, LAVA ROLL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 27, 2020

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Party over here at the end of the line, end of the road where all you can do is twist & shout

Well you know, the dirty low down truth about the whole shebang, it’s a wet market of porn

In the depth of your wild mind, there’s no food to eat so there’s nothing to trash a whiteout

Pure puff pieces of the mid-life crisis meaning you didn’t die on a day you & ma were born.

Are we hidden in plain sight of empty Space and Time in eternity, mining for the gold

In a theoretical experiment in the menudo of stew from the ancestral power of the One

I am positing some premises and deducing a logical conclusion, I glean the Truth’s foal

Claiming that both I know nothing for certain and just as certain, I’m alive havin’ fun!

There’s pain and suffering everywhere on this load of star dust, dirt of wasted hors d'oeuvres

Grandmothers allowed this to happen, they had control over #Fake swingers, luscious curves

Most if not all of them dead now, all gone but they’ve left their moron children, the unlearned

Now wisdom within the genome has dissipated into the ether, this wisdom won’t be returned.

You need to leave your mommy & daddy, fly overseas to defend your country? What the hay?

It’s an expanded electrocution of your nervous system’s itch to attempt patricidal matricide!

Ain’t this a peculiar manner of speaking? All of this is peculiar yet a thing itself is too. Seek!

Know who you are or why you’re alive today, on planet Earth’s Supernova extinction? Hide!

Any ghost’s town is where you want to go, nobody there but you, all 208 demonic anklebones

It’s not because you think you’re so pretty or you deserve it, because it’s the way of the rubes

You are not what you’ve accepted as being true about you, dead & gone, under the headstones

Dream trippin’ party, last day of Vegas-Tahoe foreplay, The Meadows’ last roll of dye cubes!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Aprile 27th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Drafted in a #DripDripDrip of reason ‘round 5:05 AM PST while injected into an infinite loop of The Rolling Stones #GhostLivinInAGhostTown @ https://youtu.be/RdhENdBYqdo }

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#FakeOldMan #FakeReality @BobDylan #TheRollingStones #WeAllInAGhostTown #AloneTogether @PapaFrancisco #MassForTheMasses #CyberHoliness

MASS OF A FAKE DRAFT-DODGER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 26, 2020
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I was a teenager in the ‘60’s just waitin’ for my lottery number, got too high to go to War

It’s not my fault that I wasn’t one of the chosen sacrificial lambs to die in a rice patty mud

In my own and my brothers’ blood, we grew the rice that eventually grew into the food do

Where the excreted elements of fire, water and the dirty filth of the planet’s cosmic pooh!

It isn’t the way of the warrior to begin the fight before the first battle, yet here I am, it begins

Way down deep inside of the older men of the American population, those born & raised kin

Of the Howdy Doody and Captain Kangaroo bunch, Rocky and Bullwinkle, it’s chromosomes

You are just the same only different in the DNA replication combination of random genomes.

Playin’ ball on the dead end side streets we lived on from sewer to sewer wasn’t fun enough

We had to fight for basketballs in the alley where our dads put up backboards and rim hoops

Nets of the basket always cut down by local jerkoffs, they’re all dead and gone now, it’s rough

But anyways, I just met her, the one who inspires the inner wealth of nonsense, dum-phuqs!

OK, I need no rent and I don’t need no bag of groceries but I do need to find the lost gizzards

My brothers & sisters from other fathers & illegitimate mothers, sisters of 7 continent beats

Blood freezing in the cold tundra or boiling in the bug infested jungles of the extinct lizards

We ate what we could to keep the grass from growing too high so the cats could sneak #Eats.

Precious ash and filth of the dead star ready to bury me and the history of birth, to be or not

In utero, it’s a 50/50 chance you’ll make it out of the hole alive and then, well you know, hot

Where angels fear to go, near monsters like we the people, ain’t no angels in reality, so now?

Mythological paraphrasing of the recorded notions of the ignorant & wise, same guys’ blow!

In the omega field of the dream, your final 40 winks as a Big Bang rapture ruptures the Ends

May not be today or tomorrow, came up too fast, sudden yet certain, countin’ on holy Bends

Blood snitchin’ the Ends, #StolenValor let me put my chant on yo’’ rats’ lips, “Shoulda went”

“Nothing to fear but Fear itself,” satisfactory Truth, naturally son, you’re a dead hero, #Gent!

Police and military revolutionary puttin’ the hammer down on #ChiCom fake gangster thugs

3rd world country scuz/scum comin’ on a southern caravan up thru Southern American bugs

Stopped cold at the iced shut borders from Baja to New Orleans, even down to a Miami shore

We are the ones they’re coming for, the safe and sound inside of a Trojan Horse’s belly door.

Serving somebody’s what the human genome does, under arrested development, to live & die

That’s all there is between the Big Bang and a total annihilation of Matter’s deep, purple Voids

Other than that, have a great time trying to survive & hunt for food, shelter, mama’s apple pie

Nothing to see here but jokes of caveman writing on rock walls, #FakeNews hoax of androids.

In fear and loathing of the fear itself, One comes out of nowhere and ends Light, we go Dark

Nothing changed since the last time we were there, before the climax of a souped up hot-rod

All of it or none of it will be what it’s always been, a testing ground for accidental #Southpark

A dream within a ship’s dream of cartoons, phqn flock of #WahWahs who lost ‘ways’ of God!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Aprile 26th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #HITS of random sequence via logarithmic gyrations of a Being that moves It, #ImYourCaptain by The American Band. Grand Funk Railroad. on youTube @ https://youtu.be/FrlE3JOQ7bE }

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@LosLonelyBoys @JohnLennon #WatchingWheelsRollAroundInCircles #InfinityGravitationallyCollapsing #LetItGo #AcidMathmatics

DOUBLED-DOWN ACES & EIGHTS!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 25, 2020 

--  #DaysLikeTheseMostPeculiarOnes #LetsRoll --

Middle of the deal, dead man’s hand smacks you down & you can’t get up, a broke nose blow

Homeless on the streets but not here anymore, all deep swept up into a holy, amorphous flow

Yeah, nobody could help them when we had it all and now that nobody has anything but you

Rich and poor are One and the same, serving somebody, the sewer and bus company bird flu.

Spreadin’ virus and bacteria far and wide, carnivorous herbivore that eats plants & gymnasts

All for the sake of getting to the end without being hurt, no battles dying of liquidity’s thirst

Beer and Blackjack for everyone, wine, caviar and Tequila, Gin & Tonic, Vodka, YO, #Salute!

Oh the humanity, oh the women and the men, the boys and the girls, monsters play the flute!

I don’t care if the entire planet gets swept up onto a SuperNova dream of a divine askew mind

Love and the alternative, all wrapped up into a Volleyball of Charmin’s & Scotties’ white rind

A mess in the ocean where it all goes and conglomerates into lumps of soft chemical love foal

Dragons have come and gone, Godzilla or King Kong IS ALIVE, in your soul, your black hole.

The light comes when it comes, it appears every day without end except for the One we skip

We get over the facts of life that mommy and daddy never told us anyways, they didn’t know

Nobody told them about the things themselves and how they came and why they’re gonna go

Far out and so far away from the Truth is where I am, passion and the darkness in a hot tip!

Remember the day you die won’t last forever, here, now, bow before George’s Freedom ghost

They died and even their own family, their blood and kin don’t remember a thing about Ga

Their names nearly forgotten except for some on dead tree leaves and rock formations of Ra

When the Big Bang happens again and again, ad infinitum, you will be what will be, the Host!

You got here for a moment, it will be over in another 40 winks, tomorrow or the day after it

Leaving the confusion behind for it to be worked out by the nature of wild beasts & hobbits

Misery an illusion of being granted a reprieve from the fleeting happiness only the gods get

No chosen single One anywhere in sight in time or space, all idiots, all of us you little shitz!

Unmoved mover without teeth or any body at all, no form or shape, a divine, amorphous Id

Soldiers of children, grown to absolve the Earth from their recycled fermentation or dry-rot

Wheels roll, blocks get stacked but you can’t run away and nobody gets out alive, up or down

Contracting the agreement and being the parties of both sides, I Am One ghost, I am a clown!

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r j j stephan, i *DO NOT JUDGE, MELANCHOLIA!

c. Saturday, April 25th, 2020 A.D. @ 8:08 AM PST

{ Drafted in utero, but really folks, while listenin’ to Van Morrison Soul Healing VanMorrison #MyMamaToldMe #TheredBeDaysLikeThis & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3UUWkr4FUlo }

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H O M E R #BigTime

#WhereIComeFrom

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