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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 22, 2020

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A survival adaption for evolution to abuse and let me confuse and obfuscate burnt grass’ sod

Seeing the predators and being able to outfly & out-maneuver all the killers who burn bushes

Some skinned and deboned, just legs, wings and breast muscles of the all too human, my God

All of it, whatever it is, this starstuff matter that moves friction to burn it up into good fishes.

On being a holy sphere, circling a magnetic attraction, a burning gas tank of atomic mortality

Nothing caused by Intent of a Supreme or Inferior Will to Power, it’s an atomic comic of Me

When I’m dead & gone, it’ll be another story but as we commiserate, gravity’s collapsed, son

On you and I and the whole shebang from quarks to black holes’ supernovas, We are all One.

You may continue to believe in the blinded faith of ancestors in an immaculate concept toy

As if what we now call wisdom was anything more than an educated, wild guess at the Void

Cardinal numbers and bishopric pablum force fed to the Gerber babies and elder wise ones

All in lock step behind the march, in line and in moronic syncopation, circling the wagons.

From the perspective of the eagles in flight searching for the weak and slow, carrion breath

All of this air to fly in is a place to search for the things to kill and eat, that’s life, that’s death

Nothing else to it, more or less, it’s a resting place for things that eat each others super-germs

Evolving genomes to a random, cell malfunction, is the handiwork of God’s sacred sperms.

Now the bizarre inability to reason and use logic has begun to atrophy, peoples’ soylent green

Nothing left to eat except Fear itself and it’s the fuel that drives the hard drive and soft spleen

Power of Momentum of Will is about It, no more nor less blind, you’re getting what y’all see

Completed the mission from alpha to omega, one Singularity remains, cross T’s, dotted I’s, G!

Baby screams for comfort or food or mama and gets the pacifier for 17 years in a warm nest

Parents of the offspring are often if not always too young to teach their children to be a pest

So, the military function forces the innocent and the wild to become One Unit, survival’s sake

Survive death’s seventh son’s calling, leave us all for a One, it’s pink, pandemic wedding cake.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, May 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to Early Eric Clapton: EC WAS THERE @ https://youtu.be/bMiBbAvsFfY & The BAND Group #AtlanticCity link @ https://youtu.be/QFxXTO1t5yo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatsWrongWithYouPeepo? #ItsSoylentGreen

ACCUMULATE MOMENTS TO LOSE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 21, 2020

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An aberration of infinity or regular constant of the finite, mortal, spatial forms of #FakeTime

Shaped like a bush or an ape, the dragon always wins by tilting the machine, on my last dime

Fortune and fame are on hold indefinitely until the #FakeNews says it’s OK to play tattoo ink

Evolved without the pundits and paparazzi, we’d be extinct without them, wink a #FakeWink.

Jersey to California, Florida to Montana, all of the walls came down all the way to Hell’s bells

Water was high but it wasn’t near the fire in the desert, it was above so below, planet of shells

By God or by this man or that woman who breathes in and out of Heads and Toes in the room

Who could swear with a straight face? Who? I could, that’s who, it’s no big thing, badaboom.

Munching on the treats of the genii and the smoke and mirrors, until the last gasp, the rule

From the lips that fly agape at the last movement of the First Cause, eyes wide open for two

More than a sign and less than a faded secret nobody recalls that nobody can relate to, too

It’s the only thing that matters, you’re the One that got here to do this thing, so do it fool!

On a frequency very high and a wavelength very low, the crosswinds blow and music’s made

Up and down the scales of justice, the ships move in and move out with the cargo or without

Salty sea breakin’ it all down for the mates and crews of the Jolly Roger and gaggle of pirates

An H bomb without a boom, apple crumbs makin’ it without the Big Bang’s B2 Sting, I’m out.

Got something for you ill-fated related to the Ones who came before you, yes y’all Funky A-G

Nothing is forever and you can’t take anything with you where you go without your bones’ chi

Everywhere is like nowhere, a place in the Twilight Zone, a space outside of Earth’s sun-kiss

Coordinates on the plane locked, we’re loaded, target obsolete, One and done, back to bliss!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #CaledoniaSoulMusic on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/F34zwWJ4bP4 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WITFAYTA ? #JustListen #Silence #JSTFU

FILET GUMBO, JAMBALAYA GODS*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 20, 2020

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This is nothing at all to sneeze at, bayou’s big fun, down to the last gasp you get, go deeper

Deal me in for the last hand of the night, just need the name of the game, freakin’ creeper

In syncopated rhythm, pluckin’ strings, beatin’ skins, shells or hollowed-out trunk bark

In the morphine and heroine the blue dreams arrive and the ending credit teeth of a shark.

All of this was present at the beginning before there was any solution to counter revolution

Now and in the future program of the DNA and RNA, mutated or immutable, superb skin

Nevermore to be cut and bleed or to be blunt forced unconsciousness’ traumatic android

All you can recollect, nothing more and nothing less, no experience means an empty Void.

In the middle of the day or night, you may assume you’re on a planet revolving & orbiting

Around a burning ball of gas ninety million miles away from this Home, all we know, eh?

In a stretch of the imagination you can follow the inconceivable notions assumed by gods

Passing the Word in rocky wall etchings, to say that #KilroyWasHere, I Am Kilroy’s nards.

Food to eat and to recycle into the environment, devoid of burned vitamin & mineral, son

The fuel for the movement of the animal animation, without the dead food, we die as One

Before the thought of you and I being alive entered the cosmic imagery, It was as it still Is

Allowing your back to be covered by the jewels left over by the gods, my goddess, my Isis!

Fortunate number One son pulled as many assets as possible from the blood of a cruel creed

It may not have been enough though, Time will tell soon enough, no rush to judgement seed

Gramma said, monkey see & monkey do, silk stockings or barefootin’ with a shocked monkey

Boots on, goin’ nowhere but to eat BBQ at a funeral pyre, Davey Jones’ Xbones are the key.

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r j j stephan, i * Header is THE #ReedFluteCave chum!

c. Wednesday, May 20th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Come over here & kiss my ain’t that something! If that means anything to you, it was meant for you! Drafted this listenin’ to MilesDavisLive #BagsGroove @ https://youtu.be/8WxgoqwSUCo }

REED FLUTE CAVE LIT UP, IS THAT A VIKING ON THE FAR LEFT?

"You Will Never Git Out This World Alive !" --- #LongHairDude

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