#NotEveryTimeIRoll #AlmostEverytimeIRollTheDie #ABridgeToEverywhere

NO BALLS, 7 BRIDGES FOR A BORG

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 29, 2020

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Stay out of the ocean, stay out of the rivers and the lakes, the dead weight ain’t very clean

All I care about is movin’ one foot in front of the other, literally and figuratively, it’s seen

It’s not my job to protect the entire planet’s human species from extinction, it is what it is

Someone thinks that Man, my men of my historical ancestry have created a mutant gene.

Dogs and cats are eaten for less than just being born a puppy to a bitch without a pedigree

On the plates, in the porridge and down the hatches of the carnivores, descendant ones

The many identify with the many cultures that love the reverie, in the land of the slavery

It’s what they do to hide the Truth, they can’t run forever but they try, ‘til we die my sons.

Protect sisters, daughters, wives & lady friends as long as you can, you’ll soon become snarks

Not because your desire is to abandon the ship and exist, deserted island without a faux pas

Troubles no more from one point to the other, surrounded by empty sea of tranquility, sharks

Poor sons of women get Nothing too, other than pure, blind faith from preachers, the Papas.

Mother said I’d have none of her mother’s milk, born and raised on vitamins only gods’ know

All I can know is this present moment, like a rubbernecker man, I keep comin’ back to the blow

Faced with being six feet underground or ground into microbes of cosmic dust, gee let’s see

Gimme a second, how did all of these dead folks get us to do their dirty work, don’t be silly!

The living choose to get the dead out of site or the other animals and living organisms’ thighs

Ain’t nothin’ special about the organic, nothing special about gods’ metaphysical, it’s as it is

Completed from the first to the last breath, it’s all there is, father, sister, mother, #BamBam

No Flintstones left in the bank, the account is closed to the prehistoric, after-life white lies.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Aprile 29th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM P.S.T.

{ Drafted jammin’ to the Eagles #SevenBridgesRoad on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hufU6MIS2vw }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#BatSoup #Sacred & #Profane #IllegitimateChildrenRuleTheBastardsScandals @CertaintyPrinciple #AlbertEinstein #NielsBoer #LetUsRockAndPartyHardy

PERSECUTION’S CAUSE FOR JOY?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 29, 2020

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Cover up your faces so the wealthy sheiks have decreed to the world, there’s a germ here

It comes into your nose or mouth holes, but not your eye ball holes? How is that? Hmm?

Only one possible explanation for this backward practice of covering a woman’s face, ugly

You have no need for a nose job or any plastic surgery for your lips and cheekbone, skip me.

In the middle Eastern countries where men of the human race cover their daughters’ faces

So that a husband who accepts the gift has no idea what form of nose, lips & psycho takes

Underneath the sheets over the head and over the bones, to rock and roll over our holy soul

It’s only One in all of the many, all for One & One for all in a musketeer chant in a black hole.

Wisdom of the human race is as present at this moment, today as it’s always been since Day 0

In a quick second, a tick of a digit or pointed arrow on a circular or square of numerical jello

It matters as much now as it will tomorrow, as it’s always been since God fell asleep in #Eden

Where the entire goon cosmology is a random collision of rocks rollin’ around in circles’ sin.

No need to be here and now as it’s always been, it’s the luck of the draw, a game of the 2 dice

Wise guys are my idols, Greek and Roman philosophers pretending to be wise, filled in cracks

Everywhere humans have paved, outside and inside the genome, it’s all for Nothing’s big One

We don’t know but we are prepared to accept the inevitable evolution of our singularity’s fun.

Politically responsible for the Time and Space we’ve warped with the drones, all too humane

Cannot kill what is not alive, you may only decommission the product, my #WetMarket bats

I captured the free market and it’s now an indentured servant of my Free Will, the fire engine

It’s not red, white or blue, a Form of invisible, atomic sub-helium quark, a phqn original sin!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Aprile 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 Ante-Meridian, Pacific Daylight Time

{ Draft jammin’ to #ThePhilosophyOfSouthPark link @ https://youtu.be/MG7y8J0DXhU }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

It's GOLD Jerry! It's GOLD!

#RollTheRocksAwayFromTheStones #SeeNothingClearly #FatMan @SteveWinwood @Sting #BIKINI @Funkadelic #DukeAndGonzo

 FATMAN

SWEET SORROW, ROLL WITH IT CC!

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Tuesday, April 28, 2020

--  #SeekAndYouProbablyWontFindIt --

It’s always bad business to play one that you wanna bloviate for a long hit on a bamboo wong

You know the right ways and wrongs ways to act by the time you’re about thirteen, a beauty

After that, karma sets in to create something out of nothing, even up on a solo flight’s eternity

It is not for me to say or guess that your atheism or monotheism is moral or dead as a wrong.

I always wondered if my girlfriends ever came to see me play ball, then I recalled the Truth

I quit playing organized ball for the girls when I was 15 and watched the boys all fade away

With the women we married & shared DNA genes with, foul balls all gone, ball-less Chicago

Bruised ego that never was real, out of the CONUS on military orders, quashed paradise, HO!

From an historical record before I lose my touch to recollect the true feats, I thank you please

Some I had to tell myself just to make it to the next day, playin’ the music on or off the keys

Flats and sharps were as good as gooey honey comin’ from my lips to your ears, head shakin’

It’s all good either way you cut it, you and I have moments and if we don’t cash ‘em, it’s a sin!

I’ve got nothing new under this star, the sun that keeps me warm and above the ground zero

I know I’ve no choice in the matter, tryin’ to be careful may be gloom’s doom None can avoid

The happening is the way it goes, the way it’s always been, accidental appearance of intention

Will to Power to cause the effects of ones’ own prejudiced preferences, to be a King’s Queen!

It probably should not have taken this long to let the cat out of the bag but it’s a captive gig

All of the poor and rich get together whether they’re down and out or on the way to a shindig

Notes A thru G on the sharps and flats, majors, minors and sevenths, even holy diminished

Melodies from the top, high heels, short skirts, silk tops, short sweaters, PG & barefooted!

It’s not that complex my friends who are of the same ilk, this Dow Jones up for grabs, OMG

Can you see past the next evening? I cannot and I bet you cannot either, talkin’ to myself

If it happens that someone has to entertain this notion of being near the end of Ma Earth, aw!

Sadly, mankind doesn’t have the power to split the planet into smithereens, just a man phart.

Tweet sorrow, this was the paradise you thought you were waiting for, so let’s roll it all today

Wasted a century of air, impossible to recall, lost a fake magic touch to BlackJack & Mary J

#Cash & #Carried the wicked, bad business to the angels, long sweaters upon a shorter skirt

Matter alone is all there is, Nothing’s always been along for a joy ride, in the mind, holy s#it!!

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r j j stephan, i { #CC is my pen-name! My muse #Roxanne’s #Facemasked GIF is below, }

c. Tuesday @2:22 PM PST o April 28th, 2020 Anno Domini

{ Drafted on a #2FER day, but inspiration came from Steve Winwood #RollWithIt in an infinite loop/link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI }

FINIS?W.W.A.R.D

#NoTimeLikeThePresent  #GoFigure

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