#ForgetAboutIt #ForgetAboutHer #ForgetAboutHim

HANDSUP, STRANGLE A POKEMON

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 7, 2020

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I found it all right there in the middle of nowhere, in a charismatic, a manzanita swirl world

Now I do, I know it all now honey, took this bird into your lovin’ arms and whistled my Word

I found it all right there, middle of nowhere, in a charismatic flash freeze, main road flimflam

One dance left in me, you know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout now or you will later, Zeus-dam, I am.

Conquered complete, seven continents again and again, complacent become extinct, it swirls

A world is like this, exactly the same on every planet of every star in the solar system & galaxy

Just because you’re as invisible as a gnat or a gadfly on the wall, you’re still here and now, cry

Don’t stop studying the nature of Being and the humane beings we are in particular, be high!

Forget about the pretty girls lookin’ good like when you’re young or old, beauty will fade away

Don’t let it all go just yet, don’t give up ‘til you recollect why you came to harm’s way, to pray?

Please don’t insult my meager intelligence, inherited from punks of the blacktop streets’ ilk

At the dead end, the two foot high curb to sit down and watch the one way street, holy traffic.

Drivers with one headlight rollin’ up and down the turnpikes and freeways and expressways

Nothing to see in the darkness where the light doesn’t shine, deep down by holy singularities

Semper Fidelis is the cry from the bowels of the dungeons, where the spells of black magic go

Too high to cry or smash the face of the creators and pretenders to the thrones, lie down Joe!

If you’re talkin’ to me tryin’ to make me be the force to be reckoned with, you take your pill?

Here is the magic WORD to help you cast the voodoo on whomever you do it to, Abracadabra

Three wishes are infantile hopes and dreams, it’s a matter of Self-Realization, Intent and Will

Gasoline of the combustion engine burning the only way to breathe, sun’s gonna super nova!

No air = no oxygen, philosophize about H2O, ignite atomic hydrogen, Space’s graveside suck

Which is everywhere but inside of you and me, there’s so much of it, just call it all, everything

Man sees and feels all of this from the get-go, lights on, in the groove, a pretty little Sing Sing

Prisoner without walls, stranger to the known, #MOAB you know is alpha, beta & aw #Phuq!

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 7th, 2020 Anno Domino @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted to #BlackAndWhiteBlues Robert Cray "Fans" Buddy-Blues Guy SlowHandClap Beale Street Blues Boy - B.B. King Fan Page https://youtu.be/BKRARDgYD0Y }

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#WashYourHands #Suppertime #StayAwayFromMeAlways @JonnyLang

DAMMED SKIPPY, HER NAME’S SHE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 6, 2020

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Candy apple red is the shifty shade of what I look like when I’m strapped in her inner chassis

Lucky to pay cash and have no payments, insurance is two car payments per month, in stasis

Balanced with a low platform, steering like a dream straight and on Dead Man curves for two

Holy cows nightime barbeque, bones and muscles bound, cut into a T bone, a slice of the fool.

A dream within a dream of beating up looters and stealing the loot back for the owner’s soul

Perfect recollection of the past hundred years, over 30,000 days and nights to throw the roll

Little Pinky and Big Punky own the whole shebang, lock, stock and barrel for the love of Deus

In a holy word, a byte of nomenclature signifying the essential element of all too human dust.

Without a word to the wise, there is a private thought to the idiot, I think therefore I ain’t one

Now, for God’s sake, in the name of the holy ghosts who haunt chambers and vaults of no fun

Alert and awake to the seeds in the soil that will be watered and pressured before Time’s up

Imperative command from logic and reason of Earth minions, special creation accident cup.

Here is a #Struggle but not #TheStruggle because of the bleach of the accidental R/DNA load

White teabags leaching the dormant potential and capability of the mixed and a blended blow

How you sow, so shall you reap and what you see will be what you get, the plastic lava flowed

Grey men and women blending civilizations away from Key Largo and Montego to a Kokomo.

Bold as I ever wanted to be when I was perfectly One, an egg without a spermatozoon flagella

Wandering in the void of the womb coming down from where the mother of my true platform

Not the two or the trinity, no quad or gang of cinqo de mayo, an April fool in a perfect storm

Breeze of the coolness and the blistering warmth coming and going with a southern flotilla.

It’s cherry red for certain but underneath the hard, painted candy apple red’s forbidden fruit

Confronted with dualism of you and I, I always win and you don’t, unless I say so, “It is done”

Nothing more nor less to debate with syllogistic deduction than a star’s birth, a son of a gun

Miracle of the cause and effect without an origin, born to play Spades, kiss my diamond boot.

It’s for you to pity the fools ‘cause I have absolutely none for them, they’re alright bein’ blind

After the freaking living’s all gone, you’ll know It, Unknown, Cherokee nation’s hell’s kitchen

Imagine this, lightening strikes you in the face between the eyes, blinds the ocular nerve head

Left in the dust, #LetsRide down to a Singularity-Self, a right angle back to no return semen.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 6-6-20 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted in a gaelstorm of WORD while listenin’ to @StevieWinwood #RollWithIt link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI#TODAY }

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#GoldenEaring #WickedGoneDoneItAgain #ComeOverForALittleWhile #Mariah

3RD OF JUNE TO BUG YOU TOO!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 4, 2020

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Compared to my skepticism, I see that the #BlindFaith in the comedy & tragedy is being alive

With a trip of a walk toward the church, you have separated blind eyes from what you believe

Emergency of the creepy crawling, incompetent human beings who’ve take over for retirees

All that’s left, this is their best, the only ones they’ve got, wait! What? Bad guys are no good?

When it was the 3rd of June last year, I retired, or was that the year before, be that as it may

Now and then you think about your last tick tock of the heart, last gasp of gas, corpus dilecti

Why? It’s not my fault that it’s a creation beyond my pay-grade, it takes me 9 months to bake

But once the buns are out of the oven, my karma pledges to even it all up, a jump in the lake.

Rockets going above and beyond the dead air, getting to Nothing about eight miles high, fly!

No way to get it right because the inferiority of the bones is the the color of skin, but the high

On the food and the glue, the rocks that rolled down from the volcano's of Earth’s holy blow

Snowtops to the core of dry wetness, fire in the center of nowhere keepin’ the heat hot, bro!

What else do you got? Nothing but the same philosophical word jaundice from the red blues

It’s got the ignorant aliens from another planet, posing as our children, pretending brothers

Little sisters who are obedient to their elder male bulls who have become mutant RNA seeds

They look in the mirror and see nothing but a smile of sacred satan, bottomfeeder of Hades.

On the way to suicide-watch in a straight jacket, in the ankle cuffs and chained to my pains

What I did, what I do, you have no idea what’s in my mind, how I see or record royal reigns

Queens, kings, princesses, princes are all too human, mortal like the rest, no grim reaping

Just one of the many, just like all of the rest, you say something, you will pay for the thing.

All lives matter to God but they can’t be the same to a woman, a queen but we’ll eat a cow

Like it should be, you get the bills, you pay the bills, they keep comin’ you keep payin’ ‘em

Like Godzilla, it’s huge and kind of a monster in the room, you’ve got to deal with it now

Performing the acts of contrition for the Twenty-First Reich, just because, I say phuq ‘em.

Comin’ for the alien anarchists who did not learn their ABC’s in America’s grammar & highs

Or did they really all just sniff glue for their senior proms for the last twenty years? Maybe so

On the other hand, it may just be the historical folly of humanity, pretend you’re more blow

Less than the atomic substratum of slime, a soul fails in the the Supernova, lords of the flies!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, June 4th, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 PM PST

{ Jam out my dirty face to #RadarLove infinite loop link @ https://youtu.be/11Lj75cjg44 }

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