#DuckDuckStopItNow #GuidedByPoliticalPressure #BidensHidin'

SORRY, IT’S A RAMPAGE SO, G.A.F.!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 29, 2020 

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Fear’s beginning, I was not here or there or anywhere but now I am present, #How high noon

Something unknown is about to be uncovered, the reason for your birth and death on Earth

Get ready for the best or worst day of your life, it’s comin’ down the pike, you’ll know it soon

Time cannot be slowed down, it’s the spin of the Earth around the sun’s ecliptic of it’s moon.

We are a moon of the sun, a son of that OG God, the one who left us here, we’re all done son

A garden where you can’t eat so there’s no need to recycle the waste, heaven has no sun, duh

Nothing is heaven sent, nobody knows but everybody hopes that heaven or nirvana is the fun

Not the struggle here on the dirty ball full of rocks that roll, a dream in a dream is a chimera.

Pulled out of high school to move away and get shot and killed, blown to smithereens in hell

Where good angels never go, to war with the evil dead things, soul, invisible evil is the genes

Nobody’s fault, not yours or mine or anyone alive on Earth, it’s the Dead that caused this fall

Now, what to do from this point to the point of no return? We’re The 64,000 human scenes.

Compare your present moments in life to the ones that will be in the future house of divinity

Either your master or your gods will determine your fate in our personal existence, humanity

From the innocence of embryos through the travails of childhood and adulthood, keep tryin’

After you’ve exhausted all of the possible options, only one conclusion is the lifeline of satin.

Face masks over your ugly American face, that face is a DNA mutation due to the fools’ genes

Balls of fire have descended and caused the beginning of the DNA extinction caused by aliens

You are in an epidemic of pandemics, out of pure spite before our Time-Space matrix history

In or out of our upward downs, the graves underground or undersea are the god holy destiny.

Debt of the world WHO is owed to whom? Which Face’s mask do we wear to get back, home?

Just because you think you’re so pretty my friends and enemies, it means nothing to the Void

Your body shapes and forms that appear as hairless ape mutants, those forms are an android

Reproduced in the end for an extinction of species, death is like a pandemic, a divine gnome!

I give you nothing and I get it right back from you, as it should be, you live and die, all alone

Even when brothers and sisters come near you, they always leave in the end, bam, long gone

No lies when you tell the Truth, meaning of that statement is a big fat Homer, We always lie!

Morons and idiots moving the bacteria and virus, Truth on It’s knees, just pray to a third eye.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, May 29th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Upchucked the Words above while listenin’ to #StStephen #NotFadeAway by The Grateful Dead link @ https://youtu.be/cx2pCQDG_Q4 }

 

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#Daytrippin' #Nightflyin' #dead @GratefulDead @AlbertWenger @GeorgeCarlin

IF IT’S TRUMP, I’M IN OR I’M OUT *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, May 28, 2020

--------------------- DEAD ---------------------

Pierce my skin through my bones and the stupid shiitake I carry around maybe a day or two

Then in one small or large fuel dump, it’s rolled down river to the hot, septic reservoir stew

All of the refused masticated crumbles of life from the planet’s holes, caves of deadhead hair

Believe in something that you will never know is true or not, proof of life is a day-nightmare.

I am going on from the alpha and omega before the final cataclysm, over a perfect dead body

Literally, nobody will care in or out of your family in about a hundred years, it’s the raw truth

You have to be in a deep sleep to see the American dream from my point of view old buddy

In a photograph or GIF of your ‘something’, you express misconception that you’re all in it.

Good of God and Bad of Zero down below, whatever it takes to get this here life my friend

Alternatives of life in a different time in a different place is not a viable alternative to the end

When you and I die, that’s it, your and my ancestors knew this, prima face bait and snatch

Invest in the future of your life right here and now, it’s my life too, it’s all One, super-natch.

Logic and reason used as a tool for the forming of the rings around your fingers, Truth be told

Seriously analyzing the data and formulating a deduced conclusion worth the weight in gold

Or platinum or silver or uranium, in any case, the value of the dead rocks sent to be the vapes

We’re not getting out of here alive, not even you or your mama, your grandfathers were apes.

Grim reaper isn’t comin’ in a minute or maybe I’m wrong, you never know right, you can’t tell

Nothing predicted in the future other than the essence of everything, consciousness rung bell

To be or not to be, to die or not to die, infinity of abstraction on a pandemic trajectory, hit me

Rabbit hole for Alice and me, we got in and out with minions in wonderland, my mind awoke.

River ran down to the sea from the melted ice on top of the mountains, a star just got the hots

Or the planet’s spin and wobble at the proper angular momentum, leaves a Bible of God dots

Chapters from the genesis to the omega revelation that your maker will come back for you, eh

Doors froze the soul, body expires but probably not until after your final gasp, be here today!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 28th, 2020 AD @ 4:25 PM PST *OutMyColdDeadHands #OOMCDH MOLON LABE

{ Adventure begun today with my better 1/2, #NailedIt this AM, drafted this while jammin’ to the mighty #GeorgeCarlin link @ https://youtu.be/FVVo036N9OY & #AlbertWenger link @ https://youtu.be/t8qo7pzH_NM }

 

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#PreApocolypticRock @SamFish @SamanthaFish #SamanthaFish #Dolemite

APPLTREE HIJINX, ADAM’S FLYBYS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 27, 2020

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Hey, they didn’t lock me up to stop me from playin’ music and writin’ poetry for good god fun

Underneath the apple tree of goods and evils that fill in the blanks of where you come for tea

Old and dead men brought me here to be with the other children of all Dead mankind’s guns

It’s a matter of time and space it runs the dozens in, He damned the dozens, yo #Dolamighty.

Punks tryin’ to get into the locked gates of heaven, we threw down souls to an apple system

Shouldn’t have bitten off the piece, couldn’t chew it without incisors, canines and molars in

Trouble without the happy ending that can’t come, impotent head and feet in puddles of mud

Who can find the secret of Nothing in particular, Everything in general, a blind men can see!

Darkness, empty of the burning atoms firing off the damns of God or the gods or the matrix

This here song remains the same melody & rhythm & pitch of claw hammers turnin’ the trix

Greetings from outer space’s planet of a dot in the black and blue, all gone at sunrise’s blink

Shakin’ woman walkin’ the bones up and down the sidewalks and roads to the suck & stink.

Nobody will save you and you won’t save anybody but yourself, on your own dam of the gods

Broken and repaired from the origin’s garden to the destination’s junk yard garbage dumps

See what I see and hear what I hear, understand the gist of the revelations, you’re all phqd up

Just because your mother and father conceived you, standing up on the comedy’s guffaw cup.

Aliens from other worlds, just this world in a BC, 2 millennia down, one 20th century clown

Naked apes in sheets, dresses, skirts, pants, blouses, shirts, socks, brown shoes gettin’ around

Cause of the light is an explosion of atomic matter, dark star full of a black light’s homegrown

Shakin’ and rattlin’ and rollin’ down the highway, lookin’ for trouble to keep it a silent sound.

Who says this to you or texts this to you? You will be in the suck of gravity in perpetuity, God

It is the atheist way to say the thing, the word and then deny what’s said, cancelled grass’ sod

Freedom from the gravitational collapse is impossible, the trick is to pretend you’re a legend

Story is that you’re feathers, skin, bones and a bloody mind in a numb skull’s brain, The End.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, May 27, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Drafted in an #AdamAndEve apple tree loop of Buddy Guy #WhatKindOfWomanIsThis from outer space on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0zhV99Bvrgg }

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