#PartyOfOne #GhostTownLife #ICannotBeFound

WE CALL IT WATER STREET, SOHO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 29, 2020

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It’s early in the morning & I can barely open my eyes, in fact I want to get back to my dreams

Smack in the middle of the best concert I’ve ever performed, best rockin’ hits, bulletproof tool

In a crowd of heads, lookin’ like a carpet of hair with a wave of breathing, up and down seems

Like it’s alive without the people in it but it’s just the name of the game, #FanFlow of the fool.

Eating and drinking as taught from the nurturing, the milk of our genome or not in some, me

Swallowed the vitamin packed formulas and ruined the immune systems chance to be a force

Children get sick and die, adults get sick and die, nobody lives forever, it’s not in the starstuff

Nobody here to defend the One who is not present but is in the past and will be in future puff.

Cream rises to the top of the liquid gas and rocks sink to the ground of a core, centered boys

Everything else is just a way to pass the time while you await the cracked up last day, to be 7

Desire to fall into the deep, dark depth of the black hole’s singularity is the only other choice

Whipped into a frenzy, like the cream you spill atop of the pudding pie, what is this, heaven?

Over and over again like it never happened at all, the repetition ad infinitum of the ocean tide

Spinning and wobbling, orbiting and getting ready to gravitationally collapse into a red quork

Purple people eaters are at the table awaiting the feast of the Evil Genius, a special guest star

Later than the latest thing ever created in the universe, a SuperNova fix and now I don’t care.

Energy and matter mix a moment, the void swallows all things, returns everything to nothing

Your memories of your Savior and your philosophical opinion about the nature of Reality is

A most important part of life to recall, you have no idea what’s going on, pander to blindsight

It will be a short time, life is short, for certain, a shocking dream in a dream, a flaw of Might!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, April 29th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Generated whilst being inundated with THE LONG JOHN BALDRY Band #Flying on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HB1PpX1VH_w }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#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!