#WWARD ? #CrisisInConsciousness #WhatTheHellIsCapitalism @AynRand & yo mama!

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#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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