#GotRamrod @StevieWinwood @EricClapton @BruceSpringsteen

FIDDLESTICKS & BAM, A RIMSHOT!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 3, 2020

---- #FindRomance #SeeYourChance ----

Like blown candles in a whirlwind, ya gotta find time for It all, Timing is in fact, everything

A matter of the atomic structure of starstuff, subatomic and evolutionary progression of drat

Recollected rejected, #UAP used to be #UFO, Unidentified Aerial Phenom, Star system’s fat

Bottom line is It’s got absolutely nothing scientific in It other than a beginning song to sing.

Something moved and here we are, the result of a massive collision between space & matter

Causing the Time you get to spend in the middle of nowhere without a clue, a prison debtor

Buy things to use and then the credit needs to be repaid, the joke is on you, got no street cred

Anybody that doesn’t comeback with the original loan and interest soon will be free & dead.

Funky foreign people running numbers for the overloads, it’s all comin’ down, straight to hell

I’ve got all of the marbles and I own the game and the place it takes up in space, under you all

Of and by and for the people is a quality of unknown proportion to the ignorance, ring a bell?

From the queen’s mean, thin lips and the king’s cold, hairy legs a decree has become this Ball.

Inventing the wheel wasn’t as easy as it looked to the women and the incompetent whiners

I knew and only you knew like I know, the mind and the body work together for 100 years

Sometimes more means less but not always, sometimes less means more, morons & idiots

Other times, it’s exactly like what’s said and what’s written, true or false ideas of patriots.

Situation unknown, of the mice and men leftover for the holocaust’s dank presence, phuqs

It cannot be undone, there are no do-overs for you, me or God the invisible One, aw shucks

Stood up waiting for my date on the #TiltAWhirl but I blew it anyway, I tilted a fake world

Meaning of formations of atomic Matter here and now, accidentally is a momentary canard.

Roads to perdition have been paved and walked upon for millennia, I spooned with blinders

In the feather or water bed, the song remained the same, it always will for #10 bean counters

Miracle is the day you were conceived to the happiness of being in ecstatic embrace with One

Faded to the whites and blacks, a bad business pandemic liquidation of the smokin’ hot Fun.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is MarilynMonroe the candle in the wind, per Captain Fantastic, the Elton John Experience https://youtu.be/NoOhnrjdYOc

 

c. Dimanche, May 3rd, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

 

{ Drafted while listenin’ to @StevieWinwood #RollWithIt & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheBeachboys, #SavoyBrown #TomWaits in concert together, only here & now, not in the #RealWorld

REASON WITH YOUR OWN ENDS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 2, 2020

---- #ScratchYourItchIfYouCan #YouCannot ----

Regardless who you are, you’ll get lucky and run into Nirvana musica or girls’ pure hysteria

Way inside the deep not the shallow, just within a corduroy, 2 shakes of a lamb’s tail e Log

What that is, today and tonight, is a good fight to remain healthy and alive, blue sky sclera

All for One, me for my wife who accompanies my bones on the trip along the riverside’s fog.

Whether at once or in due time, the facts of life remain same as the old tune, BC or AD DNA

Survival of the most fit among the random genetic recombinations over the course of star life

All sacrosanct philosophy of the ones who’ve survived genome disease and carnivorous strife

Die in the sea’s deep end or be buried, burned or trapped in a #FoolsMate, checkmate, I play!

Alternatives are scarce but more or less favorable to everyone on the planet Earth but me

Only because I fear my own shadow as well as the other mental images emerge from a Void

Mirror image of what you see right after you die, right after your eternal anesthetic elixir tea

Nothing, absence of your mind and your body and your people, all gone baby, God’s android!

Hold up one minute, just a second, let me say this about that whether you like it or not, chill

Just because you thing you’re so pretty and just because you think you’re so smart, I agreed

No argument for the alternative that you’re both plain or ugly and ignorant and stupid, still

After all of that education in the public, private and parochial schools of learning to #Pee.

How many ways y’all can speak the sound of words to descendants of Babel’s Persian bevels

Heaven and Hell dissociate the souls and spread between seven continents of land, sea levels

It is what it is by the grace of the living and dead folks who preceded US, I used to be so fine

Faded away form and matter yet, Ends, here and now, deep hickRap, blob of a minion mind.

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r j j stephan, i * Y’all know #Ends right? Y’all will know what Karma means then. OK? OK.

c. Saturday, May 2nd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 Ante Meridien

{ Form shaped from the bubble inside and outside of this Time Warp, trying to annihilate the #StarWars mentality of humanity for the #AliensAmongUs, fomenting #ViralTerrorism to provide for the #ExtinctionOfTheSpecies & listenin’ to #TheBeachBoys LIVE at the Monterey County Fairgrounds Big Sur, California March 10th, 1970 A.D. #AllDayLong link @ https://youtu.be/18MS1eKAvTQ }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?