@Blondie @MarvinGaye @CreedenceClearwaterRevival

MERCURY AND PLUTO ON A TRIP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 14, 2020

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Fascinating to be or not to be but that is not the only question, now who’s it my friend?

Killing Time while occupying empty Space is what the viruses and bacteria defenses send

It’s their prerogative to kill at will in defense of life, limb and being, Nero playin’ fiddle

Pretending that everything is just fine for ma, pa sister & brother man stuck in the middle.

Secluded on the beach of the continents all seven of them transmute into holy cosmic dust

Mirrors reflect the rifles and pistols waiting for the liars and cheats as they awaken for light

Cornpop was a bad dude and so were you, big bad JoJo flexin’ her gluteus maximus fuss

Wiped out by the Falls of Niagara as they cascaded over my straw hut at the ground zero.

It is my business what I do that isn’t against the laws of god and man, but it’s my own

Private eyes watchin’ me will not survive the evil eyes returning to their binocular lens

After realizing there are no things left to eat, neither animal nor amphibian nor reptile

A gift that keeps giving, passing the virus along by sex, by kissing or just swappin’ spit.

I am on the team of unseen superhero myths that fend for themselves, superpower high

Alone to the naked eye yet fully present in my own feeling of presence, infinite megadeath

If you’re food of just fodder for the grounds of being, the mercy is all in the mind’s eye

Impressed with an immaculate conception to a virgin, without discourse or intercourse.

Picked off the sweet berries and left the rest for the crows to see hangin’ from the trash

When I get down with you and it’s been such a long time since then, I feel the love smash

Right in the kisser, bam bam and that’s all she wrote, down and out for the count, 1,2,3

Planetary seeds from a Big Bang of Everything that ever was and is now, what it is, me?

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r j j stephan, i]

c. Thursday, May 14th, 2020 A.D. @ 10:59 PM PST

{ Generated while jammin’ to a @MarvinGaye #Unreleased I Want You 19:50 time link @ https://youtu.be/CicpUDTmUXM }

FINIS 

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#SheLIkesHerSmithAndWessonCold #LoadsALL6Chambers #PrimeThePump #GloomAndDoomEyeHear #ComeOnBabyWontYouDanceWithMe ?

PURE PUREE’S PERNICIOUS PUNKS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 14, 2020·

Air Base Wings are without a doubt the necessary requirement for the love we give the world

Amazing young women and men go back and forth on the Flying Tiger wings for fool’s gold

It’s always been done from the caves to the plains of mountains and foothills, it’s perpetuity

No reason or rhyme to the rotation and evolution, it’s the spin of the media and dusted pity.

Smashed in the mouth, belted across the chops, smiles of sharp, coffin nails are my chagrin

I should have created flesh and bone to be immortal like the savior of men, son of God’s sin

Of a mouse and a man, life is not the soul but the form of the matter, IQ is to eat, fly and die

Wings don’t always work therefore, some can’t fly but just run or walk away, too high to fly.

Raised up out of diapers and plastic pants, waiting for a place to deposit the material world

I eat some of it daily, I drink my bodyweight in H2O and recycle the wealth into the sewers

Where what’s refused gets flushed and what remains is the philosophy of the Energy man

Without the inbound incoming there can be no outbound On, forms of beings oft human.

Some are viruses, bacteria, snakes, dogs and whales from the Earth, Wind and Fire alamode

They know who they are, whether I’m aware of them or not, before and after I cock my load

I’ve got some insane 396 cubic inches of metal containing explosions to move piston rods

Compressing carburated air and volatile fuel and igniting the controlled demolition of gods.

Conquering the fear and loathing to become the saint of me and you, stones roll uphill today

To get up to the top of the holy holes above volcanic eruptions, from the bowels of the Void

Sent to K-12 for the enculturation and adaption of the savage beast born to the innocent ones

99 percent of success is good enough to keep the 1 perent down underground, the 1 & dones!

Nothing after this life for the ones who believe with their 20/20 vision’s blindsided hindsight

Disgusting that youth is wasted on the young, that’s just a downright anti-evolutionary blight

Should have coded the DNA for infinite replacement of used matter, nobody asked me opine

When I was able, before the conception and birth, I was the infinite Will to Be, gold is mine.

Lead can be transmutated with the Word and elixir of divine nectar, flower, smoke & divorce

Inside the emptiness of the vacuumed void where all the quarks of atoms get to act real funky

Dancin’ and dematerializing right before the Big Bang solidifies the miracle of Gravity’s force

Ungounded upon dirty rocks that roll epididymal hypertension, ad infinitum, a blue-ball sea.

Species survival depends on the Way of the perihelion path of the 3rd Rock, it’s the way it is

Without the dream in tact, there’s no reaction afoot, just living, dead new moons, lunatic jizz

Guns loaded, canons aimed to destroy a beast within, no clue what It is but we ain’t one, son

As it was in the beginning at alpha’s Singularity, so it will be at the omega’s Event Horizon.

We were born, raised and taught to end the life of the others and save our own, to survive

As the fittest warriors who eliminate threats to the genome with efficiency and a high dive

From the upper eschelon of the mind’s eye, where angels fear to go ‘cause they never return

Black Holes’ groove to recover cosmic dust, Infinity’s regression to suck dust out of my urn!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, May 14th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Thrashed about this wordplay leaving the best of the leftovers for the superhumane & listening to the desperate song of a yard bird singing for a lost mate, eaten and shat by a carnivore! & listenin’ to the Gratefuldeadshop.com of history on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GD0xgD9f5Fk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FATMAN

#gUNlover #G's & the #MILFs #2020smokedMirror #PlayinRussianRouletteButSheLoadsAllSix {?}

MAMA, SNAKE GUNLOVE CE SOIR!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 12, 2020

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Loaded your chamber full of love & slipped you a #Mickey for kicks, hotsaucin’ hog chitlins

She loved all of the hired guns. fast guns and now Betty’s got a loaded double-barrel shotgun

All or nothing to sneeze at, got spears for chuckin’ and bows and arrows’ poison points of fun

Weapons ridiculous, all seem OK to be an existential threat, cuz you wear a sombrero of sins.

Among the many there are very few nevertheless there’s some few that pick a solo race to run

Shined up and glowing right before the final suck and draw for the last .38 or S & W weapon

It all comes down to chambered gunpowder power, what the chinese magic gave, gunlove fun

Red hots & fries, only city wankers know, your daddy’d blow me away for a hotdog on a bun.

Fixin’ to get into a scuffle just ‘cause somebody doesn’t like a smartass, a smart-alex denaro

I’m grinnin’ ear to ear and waiting for the dude to spill his beer, he’s too high to know, see

Punched to the forehead and one to the groin, down you go, for the duration of mimachero

I am not what you think, I’m something else but you’ll only know my sign, never know me.

You know when the girl’s breathin’ kind of funny like when you’re done runnin’ out of breath

Then I realized it wasn’t ‘cause of me, a reaction to either a dream or a real daymare of death

I’m comin’ for the one that thinks they can when they can’t & I can, on the way to the prisons

One after the other I wanted to break out and go nail ‘em against the wall, this enemy mine.

Get the phenol phloem out of my phased out face and leave the guilty plea to one that’ll burn

My way or the highway were not the same One, they were the crossroads, point of no return

High and mighty, who the hell are you and I don’t know you for over 30 years, under my wig

38 years in the scrambled egg and vegetables, toast and bacon, lovin’ the chicken, cow & pig.

Si, you think you’re a bandito you mescalero reject from the Tequila and Everclear factories

It’s a cinch that you didn’t come in on a breeze from heaven, but a sewer from Hades, it sees

Complete satisfaction with the dynasty of nobody, just one that breathes for the busted form

Of mice and men that brew the witches inside of their own cauldron’s overheated tapeworm.

Shootin’ water not rounds of lead shaped like a missile, ready to be smashed flat to the bone

Gun shy but it never gets too bad ‘cause I love the gun so much, darlin’ baby-boo, it’s money

Marketing strategy for the minions to make the days and nights go in and out like the rivers

Nothing, perpetual flow of Russian’s roulette plays with Smith & Wesson, yellow lilly livers.

Such a real #Gunlover tonight, it’s ridiculous how fine those legs, hips, arms are, she’s all that

I don’t have a choice and it’s the matter of the fantastic dump of dirt we got here, I’m a screw

What we have to mold with this clay and rock and the way we roll it all downtown, it’s #SoFat

GunLove arrows shot into my heart and the long knives cut my skin blue tonight, love tattoo.

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 12th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST

{ Jammed out of #Cosmos playin’ #Gunlove & HITS loaded chambers in a loop by @ZZTop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5Nm-t41XQCI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?