#CaseyAtBat #MAYday #MayDay #OneMay2020 #WordUpsCuz #ColorBlind #ActinTheFoo #NumberNineBongBang @MAYDAY #MAYDAY #GDI

EVIL LIVE, BACKWARD & FORWARD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 1, 2020

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There is no reason in #Wu-Han to doubt me since you’re not hearing this, you’re the minions

It will take y’all either an hour or two minutes to go through the faux original reproductions

Movies that won’t move any more, those are both pictures and memories, we greatfully dead

Not only the men and women, the dogs, cats, snakes and birds Noah got in Antarctica’s bed.

It’s a saga without significance, like the last words of a dead guy or gal, like #WhatTheHeck

Or divine #Form of matter that comes out a burning ball of gas, It expands and It collapses

Created Creator for comfort to edge out the doomsayers, the heroes of us, #AllHandsOnDeck

If you’ve been to the edge of this world, Earth, your town, city, country or continent, ya know!

One thing, you and I don’t actually know anything at all, nobody knows anything for certain

There’s the uncertainty that you’ve got to entertain, as a septic, One that is true to only One

I mean, before I can figure out any type of algebraic equation or geometric 3D calculus, I die

What good was that to come and go without an answer to the question, what da physiques UP?

Glory days of the danm Yankees from the Big Apple are all gone, all we got is the replays @10

But it’s better than just the #Words comin’ out of our #Yaps, it’s a faux pas of evolution, sin

Meaning what happens when you disobey the law is the sin and what you get is the big stick

That’s punishment for the crime of disregarding sacred rules of the road, facts of life’s dick.

All you ever were and always will be is an egg, fertilized to think that you’re a #BigShot, yo

You will find out in the end regardless of your #BlindFaith from the #BrightLights of Chicago

Or Jersey, the NYC Apple or City of Angels, Miami, Seattle or Nome, nobody gets out alive, eh

Nobody gets OUT alive, #Leftists left 3 #Rightists on base, #GamzOver Adam, Eve’s #Today!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi 1er mai 2020 (dans l'année du Seigneur) Anno Domini A.D., @ 11:11 Ante Meridien (AM) Heure normale du Pacifique (PST)

{ Drafted being inundated by the #Minions whereever they came from & listening to the Sounds of the mighty #TowerOfPower CONCERT from #GoldStateOfBeingCalifornia, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LngXJ5kwt84?t=63 }

S icilianphilosophy's coup d'Etat 

#MayDay #DontTellOnSnitches

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#FigurativelyNotSpeaking #Silencio

TODAY’S FUNK, DOOM n’ GLOOM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 30, 2020

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“We’re all in this together,” never were before this year 2020 A.D., Wu-Wei why now?

No civil war, no battles or world wars between people who needed to blow their minds

Wonder and sorrow mixing up the masses of the morass of totally mutated DNA of cow

How far off is the primate from the milk cow in their recombinant genes of Earth mines.

Deep or shallow matters not a twit other than if you want to survive the eating monsters

Everywhere with the teeth and chemicals to digest your muscles, bones, your screw shoot

Things that make, the troupes' species viable to the evolution of matter unto the Big Bang

Keep the spirit, meaning don’t die you creator, you creation, the whole shebang is caput!

Drunken insanity in a french quarter, Louisiana swamp, gators ate our scabies’ bull dung

Locked jaw on your head or ya leg and way down to the bottom of the swamp, rich or poor

Can’t breathe and can’t fight through that doom and gloom, no time for the fear song sung

Justification for the will to power and the unfortunate end of the shake, a movin’ out door.

Who’s a rotten botcher now you funky mother throttlers, ain’t puttin’ no soap in my mouth

If you think words are the dirt you can clean, you better get the lye and lysol ready for death

Gonna pour it all down the sewer drain for the rats and roaches to feast on with their tiny kin

Mice and ants share the loot of our booty, whatever we download a flush, y’all be pot smokin’!

In and out of the burger joints and concert halls, paid for the stooped sheet as if I had no will

To be or not, if and only if I choose the correct way of the warrior, liberty to be a shelled shill

I want The Life at the Big Dance, couldn’t care less than, I don’t G.A.F, in funky Texas or L.A.

Bred to survive with minions, no Doom and Gloom, come on orphan-bastard, I Am, #Today!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, Aprile 30th, 2020 Anno Domini, @ 3:33 Ante-Meridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Charged this one to the minions who scrubbed out my earth dirty cellar below the bunker where #AngelsFearToGo, Darkness’ Room where #TimeWaitsForNoone not even Legends,, no bed, no table, no chair, just One Singularity’s HO & #DoomAndGloom link @ https://youtu.be/rPFGWVKXxm0 }

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#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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