#CinqueDeMayo #PastTimeMercyNoMore #SpacedOut #GroundedInSixG @CSN @MarshallTuckerBand @RoyOrbison #TellItLikeItAint

5, FIVE, TWO OH TO OWE

CONTINUITY DISCONTINUED, TO DYE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 5, 2020

-----  #TrainRanOutOfTracks ---  SEE?   ------

Pills of chemical dissonance for me and the brothers and sisters who were born stone free

Freedom wasn’t free though, everybody sang and talked about it every hour, all of it to me

Especially the poison leftovers of the messy animals and bacteria that populated the dream

Inside of the silly matrix which causes dreams to come from Nothing and return to the R.I.P.

Indeed, it’s all she wrote and that was the finale of the stage play, daddy’s childproof of #me2

Mama didn’t know what wouldn’t hurt her but she would have been very, very hurt fandango

A party to die for which in fact is the ticket to ride down to the Hades below dirt, hot core fire

Nothing done for in the middle of nowhere, it’s evolving from a burn to a frozen ice cap, Sire!

Deathtraps from the first step out of the womb into the sun you never see until it’s too late elf

Main Street and Broadway are closed man, the I-5 and the LIE are closed for my Way, my ilk

Compared equations to one another, centuries apart and the song remains the identical Sum

Out of our hands, countrymen and forces of liberty reduction, y’all know who y’all are, Come.

In the organ and in the horn, the melodies and lyrics bring you back to the origin, maybe not

If you only knew what was really going on under your feet, you’d probably scream or lose #It

Nothing you did to deserve It, it’s like a Time warp of aliens only they’re US, Mr Poe forsooth

Sit down and have a drink with me, relating to the glory days, bad boys gang-bangin’ project.

Ghetto might be the projects on the southeast side of the city or the shanty hovels in the #Sip

Either way you’re born for no reason and you make up reasons to survive as you go and skip

Along the sidewalks, the blacktops, the highways, freeways and byways of the fools on a hill

Near the old watchtower where the boys and girls used to go to play house, girls got their fill.

You can always get what you need when there’s no pandemic challenge to the species survival

Only the strong survive and the weak leave their DNA in the quicksand of the eternal spit ball

Mud, blood and beer created and dissolved the mean, evil men and gave the good girl a shot

At the boy of her dreams who she could live with, by and for the rest of the days of life’s root.

Debunked and slammed to the canvass in a battle of silicon robots, won my way down valley

All I need is a shot of plastic extrusion right into my mainframe’s hard drive, who’s got a key

For the lock to your world is air tight, nothing right or wrong with the origin of the red splat

It just happens, can’t you see the spilled milk, it made me Dye death black, I am all of that!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, cinqo de mayo, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to The Marshall Tucker Band #CantYouSee in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5KaAOrjKVJI }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FishInTheNet #CantCatchWhatsAlreadyCaught #ThrowBacks @WhiteyFord #Everlast @BobDylan #TheGodfather

SHELTER OUT OF PLACE, HUMANE!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 4, 2020

---- #RunninFullThrottle #PedalToTheMetal ----

Better to me than I was to myself but it just didn't fly more than a few decades, It’s caput

On the rocks for the sake of knowing that you’re gonna die and haven’t accomplished it

Whatever that was when you were a teenager, the It hasn’t panned out & time’s wasting

Fake news and fake memories of things that never happened, somewhere over a rainbow.

By the curbside where a flying balloon lands just past the cornfields, Iowa or Nebraska husks

Where you’ll find the sweetness before the bitter ends, makes you cry to let it all go bye-bye

But then again, if you analyze the situation, you have no idea why you’re here anyway, to fly?

Up and down the mountains, downstream to the seas and on to the rain clouds’ rainbows high.

For the sake of sanity, you must play the hard rock with the classical notes of a million scales

Cryptic thoughts tied up in the arpeggios and chords from the angelic realm, above or below

Mean streets of only one way from the origin to the ends, it’s the only way to go, no free wills

On being all too human with crazy talkin’ control over the planetary orbit, lunatic WW5 kills.

In a position to rock the boat being the captain isn’t the brother you thought he was, no way

Not a moment will pass from now on to the last breath, when you forget the ruins, old homes

The way it was is the way it’ll never be again, nothing to do with the blaming herd’s immunity

Just the way it was is not the way it’s gonna be, space & time will tell if we’re phuqng gnomes!

Throw a mask on your face and it will make you feel invincible to the invisible lovers of DNA

Bad boys’ evil RNA to perform #TheBusiness on our kids & old ladies, the gods are on furlow

Like little babies in the cradle, we let the bugs run rampant up an down their legs and minds

For the sake of the Eagles among us, at least there’s the carrion left on ground zero, oh hero!

OK, now let’s roll, who’s in charge, take us to your leader, there’s only One in charge, don’t lie

I know when your nose gets red and you want some alcohol to drink or maryjane to cover fate

There it is, you’re ripe and ready now for the Truth, it’s been said before, what soul is all about

Doom n’ gloom go boom, darkness’ dirty, dark kings in check, the queens’ are at War to mate!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 4th, 2020 A.D. #AFifthOnTheFourth #MayTheFourthBeWithYou #AsYouWere

{ drafted while listenin’ to some nonsense from RobertZimmerman1977 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hUvcWXTIjcU & https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo & Bruce Springsteen link @ https://youtu.be/BNwpbW0wCAI }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhoIsHiding #VirusInPlainSight #NowhereYetEverywhere #Maskup on your #Makeup @LosLonelyBoys @ArtieShaw

CLOSURE EVENT HORIZON

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 4, 2020

---------------  #WaitAndSee #NFW -------------

My down is not my up and the end is not my beginning, extreme unction for the soothing pie

Humble innards from the depths of psycho perception of the dream within a dream, pre-post

Presence of the people in the motels and hotels that used to be empty, now homeless camps

In your city and in your towns of fat bastards and crazy, cruel bitches with feelings, ya Bums!

Who am I to say? A visit a few thousand years ago and we dropped off some of our used fuel

Now, here y’all are, as they say down south, that’s fine but the evolution is beginning to fail

It’s not because there’s any evil will to become extinct, it’s built into the program, to prepare

It the inevitable and some of the most profound wisdom of the DNA, you’ve procreated hair!

The carrion are the carriers of the hair which in turn is the breeding ground, viral & bacterial

Rocks left over from Big Bangs and/or the illusion of being in a dream you can’t awaken from

Close in on the Singularity because there is an inevitable collapse of the Event Horizon into 0

Why we all got an outside chance to breathe in the hot and cold winds of change, don’t know!

Uncertainty is a certain principle that cannot erode during time, it’s an abstract, sacred vapes

Policy to hear the words and comprehend the essence of grunting sounds of hot, naked apes

Deep Space & Time pussyfooting Truth, you remember it all, the day before God’s conception

Here and now, at this spot in Time, there’s Nothing, quest complete, to divine err, it is done!

Pumped the lights from the ultraviolet and infrared region of the burning stardust into a shell

Packed it with the powder of fireworks to send it as far as it could go in an outer space of hehl

Dubious to be one of the many concerned with all but the One but there it is, old man & a sea

It’s what happens if you don’t die young, you get to speculate about the promise of eternity.

Saved from an edge of the twilight zone, all ghosts’ hands on the funky deck, mother’s milk

Nobody can find us and nobody will until UFOs return from the Ether of #DiamondAndSilk

Bloody & without any hint of heartbeats, y’all get what ya paid for, get specific to the generals

Mic’d up for the mass, celebrating the death dancin’ cancer of God, risen from a rotten grave.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, May 4th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Waiting for my 5th on the 4th of may, may the 4th be with you though, I ain’t no hater, but well.... wrote this while listenin’ to @ArtieShaw #HornUp on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GsiKy_H1KUM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?