#MatterAndTheMaterialGirl #ChicagoCubs #MLB NLCS 2016 vs. L.A. Dodgers

BALLS WERE FOUR, YANKEES WIN*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 7, 2020

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Peers will not review the sacrosanct since their opinion makes no difference to the End Game

World cracked down the axis through the north to the south poles, soul all wound up in Time

Captains and pawns movin’ on the same keyboard, the same chessboard, reading a fool’s list

All for the One who we believe is the First Cause of the planets of the solar system’s sun-kiss.

Infants from zygote to a hundred revolutions around this One sun, our God in our hearts

Unseen and occult like in a secret vault where nobody including everybody, plays their parts

Acting as if it’s a play book for the tiny points of light even a blind human could ascertain

Not only are we lucky to have gotten to be a living thing without our mothers, not an amen.

In the darkness or blazing, blinding light, all of that is the guidance to see it’s Nothing hits

No other choice but to use the human intelligence infused common sense of muddy fellows

It’s all there is, down south and up north of a Mason-Dixon or the equator’s wobbling axis

Two sided precious offspring don’t need to understand, exactly what It is, a nobody knows.

You and I have not seen either the origin or the final moment of existence of Earth, so sad

But what can you and I do, just to know it is all you can do, now we know, burn out the day

And the night, time after time, one by one up to the final dawn before the last flower bed

Just a rolling stone formed into a heavy granite slab formation, shaped as if God was dead.

Uptown Yankees walk in without the Trip, they win the ship, Event Horizon’s downfall

Down to the bottom of the rabbit hole, to sextrapolate is more than a dream to be the dirt ball

Dangling my participles makes me feel special, like I’m in on the scam rules, also people died

They’ve been dying for centuries, millennia as if it’s meant to be but it’s a retro accident ride.

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

*How Yankees got their name, an historical record @https://www.theoleballgame.com/how-did-the-ny-yankees-get-their-name.html & listenin’ to my radio station link @ https://www.iheart.com/favorites/ricos-favorites-radio-693414583/

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Fiddlesticks #Pickupsticks #Nunchuckas & #Blackbelts

BUT WAIT, I’M WORDUP TRIPPIN’

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 6, 2020

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Just for a second I thought I saw you in my dream but it was only me in the guise of a ghost

It made no sense and I tried to pretend it wasn’t happening but I knew it was a dream manup

I could not stop it from going on and on as if it would never stop when it was time to wake up

So, I just waited until the alarm went off on my digital clock on the night stand, here’s a toast.

Wake up call for the unawakened boys and girls, men and women, clergy and flocks in a tow

From sea to sea or up to the tip of a mountaintop, nowhere viruses go all dressed to the nines

Or out whichever way is expedient & most likely to generate success at survival, to be the flow

Alternative to eating supper is being breakfast and lunch for the mighty of claw and canines.

On top of the flow, skimmin’ downstream to the sea where the surf blue meets the green sea

Up and down the rain rises and falls ad infinitum, just because that’s the way it’s always done

Full down in pools on the ground of being, evaporation and cloud formation force vapor tea

Smells like fresh dirt after a quick rain shower wets the concrete and steel, smells like foam!

Relatives of your enemies are mine too but they be my kin, cousins, brothers, I cannot comply

Therefore, I either got your back or my kin’s back regardless of their misguided allegiance fly

Enemies just a word for people who are jealous of you or what you’ve attained via karma stats

Of mice and men & all the rest of the vibrant, vital animations of matter, mind of wombats.

Compared to what? This here and that there, one way or the other, theoretically speaking now

If the world is finite then why do finite beings exist on it, it seems finite beings need to chillax

If they don’t then it’ll be intensive care or the morgue in the future once a ticker ceases a gun

Trippin’ past the Event Horizon to a stretch of Singularity, ceasing to be just a sleeping nun.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 5-5-2020

{ Jammin’ & rockin’ to this while watchin’ the #SideShow & rockin’ to Van Morrison in Ireland VanMorrison #Wavelength on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DhHfcrOwBas }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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

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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 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?