#FakeNews #RealOld #GreenAndRedMakeBlue @ZZTop @WARTheBand

ZZZ & THE BOTTOM OF THE TOPS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 31, 2020

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It’s going to be just fine, there is a reason for the good, the bad and the ugly, logic is the rule

It’s a behavior judgement call and in the end, a judgement of the beautiful and ugly feud duel

Human and divine genes may or may not have recombined in any significant way, wild guess

Probably nothing to do with any being above or below this planet’s rocks and mud, I confess.

Like I tried to say about a millions times for the last couple thousand years, we’re here alone

There is no creator dog or god up above to pray to, the facts are either we’re forsaken or lucky

To be or not to be are super questions but the last one is, “Where we going in a spirit body?”

Fire & ice can’t hurt this Soul, if it exists at all, it’s the essence of cold ice in a dream’s mirage.

Pumping the fuel into the vacuum until the pressure is released by spontaneous combustions

Of the lint, molecular gas in forms that float like ash, compressed rocks, bones & cold blood

Go from conception origins into decedent finality in a wink or a few decades of a moon’s son

Ripped out the matrix of a Big Bang or a Singularity’s infinite stretch, man is but one & done.

Of course, there’s still the complete circle of the cycle of existence, not here, nevermore there

Sisters and brothers of the orphanage have a handle on it, the kids of mom’s & pop’s long hair

Taught to obey the rules and laws which are, live and be good, thrive and strive until the end

Never thinking about that last gasp, until the Time arrives, too late to be as we were destined.

There is therefore no issue regarding the nature of being and where I am going to find love?

You worry is that you have nothing but a leap to judgement blind faith in a governor’s deer

A herd of failed and scared does and lame bucks that can only follow a propped up tail leader

Without that purpose in this dirt, existence is futile, as the borg has foretold, silence! Move!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, May 31st, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #ThatsWhatLoveWillDo & full CD link @ https://youtu.be/IfNc10RGEEA }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#EveryGameInTown #Played #Won #NeverLose #NeverGiveIn #NEVER

5 IN THE CORNER & 9 IN THE SIDE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 30, 2020

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Dive right into an unknown situation where you have no allies and no weapons with power

Ready to lay down and die to be buried, chopped, burned or eaten and then turned to sewage

Just because you’re alive on Earth and the third stone from a star called, Top God, Ala & Ra

Whether you or your parents or children like it or not, you’re all they got for a linchpin to Me.

Who I am is not important so just consider me an alien from another planet, another #Word

Silence of the last scream I can find in your mouth, you’re done then, choked you to the death

On your way to your maker and you can’t come back and get me for the murder, I’m an angel

I have a body but it’s not my own, it’s a vehicle to be used for the morality and ethics of Hehl.

Evil is Live spelled in reverse, you can’t make this scat up, it’s obvious that it’s a joker’s game

A player with the minions who dress their naked bones in Blind Faith about what’s my name

Last, middle or the first, junior, senior or the third or fourth, history of the past now defunct

Future history being made in the hodge-podge with every word said, every move made, funk!

About gold, silver and the Benjamins, buried or in the bank, when you’re dead, it’s done gone

You’re as good as dead already ready, you have less than a hundred years to use up the bones

Made by my ancestors who progenated eggs for an ape-form, a naked ape, a son of the suns

Animals killed for hairy skin to keep barren skin warm during the hunting party, love guns.

Needle threaded by touch, since we’re all blinded by sunlight, we’re put to sleep like a wee pet

Dog, cat, bird, snake, spider, hamster or a roof rat, your children and kin are no better, nyet

On the other hand, all of life is no worse than humanity, which can be extinct, night and day

A supernova or black hole collapse into a Singularity is no way to go, but it Is, the only way!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, May 30th, 2020 A.D. @ 12:00 HIGH NOON

{ Generated out of sheer mischief, listenin’ to thejackson5 #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/i6a0GMcLDKQ & @ChristopherCross #RideLikeTheWind & #HITS @ https://youtu.be/ur8ftRFb2Ac }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#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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W.W.A.R.D.?