#Bandito #OSoloMio @WARtheBand @CCR @WillSmith #Alladin @TinaTurner @TheBeachboys #LostConcert

MIND AS WELL GO PANDEMICAL
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 7, 2020

Your way of doing things is all programmed into your enculturation’s drilling K-12

One mindful way of causing order in the middle of chaos, to be or not to be is a joke

Nothing matters more than living healthy lives on Earth, this is all there is to them

Wisemen and High Priestesses know that the Truth is, reward comes post mortem.

It’s a boondoggle and a harbinger of things to come, before your last breath, hiccup

Whatever there was before you were born, it’s not here anymore, the matrix is caput

Dreams within the dream are turning into nightmarish daymares, all done, yikes!

Will you slide into home spike flyin’ high to weaponize your size 16” steel spikes?

History not made, future momentary lapses of reason may or may not be any kissin’

It may be caused by random collisions of particulate matter at events we’ve not seen

Punks and fools are good to eat for the masticating dragons waiting at a dining table

For the raw or barbecued meat from the 208 bones of each form, satellites or cable.

Curb your lack of enthusiasm before the Earth quakes and you fall deep in a hole

You will feel what that feels like when your understanding of reality takes its toll

Telling your children from birth through adulthood that you know anything, wrong

Right leaning conservative in a political environment of a mirage, sing sing a song!

I got some #FakeNews for you, this is the world at war, minions won’t know, you just a fool

Too late is just in time for what needs to be done, it’s a supernova in Holiness’ cess’ pool

Just because the rock spun and rotated around the star’s hood, as instructed high & low

Amen for the ones who wait for the Word, So Be It, open wide for the climax, you swallow!

Cocked and loaded in defense of the offenders and innocent offspring, the know nothing gods

About the fact that everything on Earth will cook, eventually, without the gods’ sinsin breath

Imperial kings & queens, czars & dictators, presidents & Horde warlords, all of ‘em at odds

Just because they think hot women are so pretty, the tribe endures battles to the Ends, death.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, May 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to the mighty The Original WAR Band on youTube links @ https://t.co/uObA1ero7Q?amp=1}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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

----------- #StraightUpTripping ------------

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.?