#Genesis #MorganWallen #CrestOfTheTidalWave #DownDownDown #CaliforniaGirls #Beachboys

WE’VE NO IDEA, CHECK PLEASE?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 1, 2020

--- #DontPick #DontGrin ---

At the finale of the story, one’s left, killed all of the pain and doom, settled gun & sword duels

With everyone in the deep gloom problem, a reaction of the mind to It, shamed and shunned

You live, you die, everything does, no exceptions to a Categorical Imperative of a creepy tools

Ends of the origin is inevitable, immortality is a fine imaginary notion, an illogical induction.

Think about being left to one’s own ingenuity instead, civilizations of 2020 AD’s viral nudge

Out of cash, out of savings, out of food, out of a job, out of my mind, out of the closet’s chest

Gypsy freedom comes down to this, no fear left here, prisonors jumped off of the cliff’s edge

Where the bad and evil are one and the same, mama & papa all good, bad & last hope at best.

Gravity is the name we’ve assigned, where the graves go, underground, even urn ashes do

Eventually, the mass and the pity from the Origin’s left over data bank run out of steam too

Coming to know the power of wisdom means Nothing matters but feelin’ up a pretty gown

I’ve gone and come back, went back a few times to make certain, it’s alright, atoms blown!

Before the conception of the 1st plant and animal, a rockstar atrophied, a dream to be human

Fault & blame of nobody or nothing, a random collision of subatomic particles of sand, man

Just the dead star it’s always been floating around pretending to be just another speck of dust

Gold and lead are the matter and divine, burning gas is the fuel, what I am is what I am, Rust.

Stand up and sit down, lay down, fall down, get down and the last is all you have to do, for It

It being the thing itself, to know it, what it is that exists and why you’re part of It at all, in Ra

Meaning the One that is asleep due to it’s existential essence not allowing any alternative, Ga

It’s matter, it’s energy, it’s a logrhythm of keys & notes on an infinite xylophone scale, Schit!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, May 1st, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:44 Post Meridien PST

{ Drafted to Genesis Band #HomeByTheSea link @ https://youtu.be/XyMSOJJPdws & David Gilmour #Marooned #ComingBackToLife link @ https://youtu.be/fLYeVk9Sk60 }

 

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#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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