#Queens666thReich #COVid2019 @SANTANA #SANTANA

WINNIN’ JOKERS SHAKIN’ HANDS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 8, 2020

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Pawns moving slowly, slogging to the Ends they must reach because there’s shots in the bar

Yet there’s nothing to fear other than Fear itself, a @POTUS named Roosevelt declared before

The world’s war started again, fighting for the life of the young men, killing to get all of us

Miracle brings back a healthy state of being, the diseased deceased from other than a virus.

Poking your eyes out after they’ve been dotted by a hundred jabs, right and left hook punches

That is all I could do to help you at the fungus among us, plants, grass, roots of Texas bushes

Got a bead on the target, it’s moving and frequently stopping to smell the air, snortin’ sounds

Antlers still attached to the bull and the herd was far from base camp, backpack out 100 lbs.

It’s a tricky situation, if you don’t know what I mean by now, you’ll never know, two byte Or

That was a long way down the labyrinth to the bottomless, holy reverent One, a son of a beach

Exit stage to the right and never to the left, that’s onstage and there’s no comin’ back encore

Cosmic dust of the commission to collapse the matter into a byte of data, to be delete bleach.

Up and down the same ladder that comes out of nowhere, it leads to the same place in Space

Right in the pocket, buried in the sweet spot of the wood just before a 15 second crowd shout

In a pandemic or after an epidemic the trees and weeds still grow and burn and die, #CeLive

If not you, there would be another and there will be others either way, to breathe in and out.

Derby’s almost over when lights dim and you see the curtains fall on the stage, what the hay?

No way, I’ve got thirty or forty years left until I’m a hundred, one of the trophy winning idiots

Don’t you know who I am? It’s been a topic of idle conversation in empty circles, OK yeah?

Jokers reside within my conscious multiple personality, fragmented by the LSD’s microdots.

This ain’t a joke? You must be kiddin’ yourself then ‘cause I’m laughing so hard, I’m weeping

I am an honest and innocent man, being accused of lying and being guilty of original singing

Absconded DNA from minions, played games in programming, calculus’ loved a red hot oven

Bewitched to exist here, now, where I come from, it’s why they ain’t here, a loser’s cool coven.

Dust and lust down in the same matrix, makin’ morons and more of them than ever before

Since the first microbe, first micron, the last macrobe has come to be, winning with chagrin

It’s not what it was before today, it’s what it is now and what will be, no freedom, no choice

But to be or not to be aren’t the only questions, there’s one in tact, “Is Fear phuqyn’ wichou?”

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, May 8th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Inspired listenin' to #Winning in a loop Devadip Carlos Santana https://youtu.be/0FmPg4lrBKc }
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#Bandito #OSoloMio @WARtheBand @CCR @WillSmith #Alladin @TinaTurner @TheBeachboys #LostConcert

MIND AS WELL GO PANDEMICAL
by

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}

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

BALLS WERE FOUR, YANKEES WIN*

by

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/

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