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WHO IS OUT THERE, OFF MY HUMP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 14, 2020

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Nobody you want to know and maybe someone you want to be, the end hierarchy of a boot

Burning out little by little, moment by moment someday to end in One cool Big Singularity

Bashing you and your friends, relatives and strangers in paradise, all phuqt up to Mercury

Competence you have or have not matters little to the ending of the story, points all moot.

Matrix within your cerebral cortex, cross pollinated with mothers and fathers from the rapes

Not much love a long time ago, here and now it’s different for the masses, drawn the drapes

Giant idiots in the middle of being morons and idiots who hunt for nothing but their ending

Finding it where they least expect it, a last gasp of oxygen, one more taste of gold spending.

Morons used to invade and kill men and rape their women and here we are, Ma’s mortal sins

Who were your great, great, great grandparents if you’re not one of the #Elite? Or if you are?

Nobody but a picture on the wall, a photograph or a painting of the image in two dimensions

Fortune’s not luck but intent and timing, always be on Time’s Space, it’s tricky, a far out scar.

Serious defiance of your maniac herd of ignominious fools of broken towns & trailer parks

Sun comes up anyway, every day whether you like it or not, the Earth’s spinnin’ fake yarns

From the screamin’ babies to the cryin’ old ladies and decrepit men from the hoods, sharks

All of them hungry, none of them with money or food, lots of shiitake to burn down the barns.

Cinderella and Charlemagne couldn’t have made this up, it’s a convergence of fantastic souls

Headlights behind me and taillights ahead for kilometres, speed limit on Earth is 190 MPH

If you don’t go that fast you cannot finish the job you came here to start, the lives of humans

Brown, yellow, white and black lives matter to the ones who are brown, yellow, white & black.

Inside the secret society of dead men and possibly dead women, I don’t know, God is known

To the sons and daughters of the revolution, spelling bees helped some, 3rd world civilization

The mob is my friend and we move as one, following my intent and will to have it all happen

A square hole in a round peg but it’s going to be alright now, it’s over your head, it’s blown!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, June 14, 2020 Anno Domini @ 6:14 Post Meridiem

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FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoJusticeYall #YourEyesTellASadStory

FAITS ACCOMPLIS, D-STUD’ DRAFT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 13, 2020

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Here and now is a reason to be trigger happy if you got a gun or rifle to divinity’s forsoothes

Killing the corn and onion fields so that the plastic and steel could come to highest heavens

Can’t see anything past your blind corneas because the lights are all turned off, cherry fuzz

The dream started, it ended and y’all didn’t even know it was the Reality, all there ever was.

Pick a place outside of the palace, down any alley or backwoods hollar and you’ll be my food

It is what the genome does, throw the worst scenario up to the screen, we’re all in, We good

Yet miracles keep happening, they’re goin’ out of style, Smith on one side, Wesson the other

In a dark flashback in a dark, holy hole of #1 and #2, I hid from the killers of the backwoods.

I stood up in middle of marxism and lenninist slim shadiness, yet my groove survived a scum

Bananas and antelope are an antidote to the monkey dance, apes & trolls leakin’ it out some

Boys and girls learn to count to 10 and recite the ABC’s to write down 10 rhymes on 2 stones

Commandments to order your chaos in a straight and phuqed up One Way, yo’ mom’s bones.

Forties to seventies like a flash in the pan, proud to be out of my mind, once again, I’ve won it

Didn’t even know the rules or who was runnin’ the game, just knew I could rise to tops of chit

Evened it all up before the last gasp and last insight into humanity’s conventions, life of Huck

Harder than hell to accept a Truth, we’re here and gone, that’s it, caput! Custody? Upchuck!

Fine and dandy, it’s mighty cool, copacetic to the One and the Many, attention please, copy?

It’s the middle path where the groove is invisible, nobody goes there but the lost and sloppy

Accidentally runnin’ in the middle of the antidote for the Reality, as it is, punishment of Eve

Stick Adam up the Creator’s holy emptiness, where the Void’s my DNA up my mama’s sleeve.

Slim and very shady like a rat and a crow, mixed DNA of varmints and cannibals who love It

Living is It, anyway it goes it’s better than the alternative, closed coffin in underground chit

Minced meat and blanched legumes are to die for, hunters of living game kill the innocents

What do you care about it for? Attention please, just ignore the scree, just a GD #SlimChady.

#CheckYourOwnCoat I don’t need your tips and flips and chips, it’s a little bit funny but Not

Rather than be the One you are, here and now; hence, it’s a cinch that you are a bloody robot

In the particular or the general sense, it’s a mere fait complet for both poor and rich solo soul

Which #BigBang blew, lived and died for Reason’s logic, a #WAR form of #PEACE, let’s roll!

FINIS #PhiladelphiaFreedom

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, June 13th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drummed up #LivingAndBreathing the #PhiladelphaFreedom listenin’ to Hall & Oates on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VYKeA0UnBqc }

FINIS

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#FaitComplet #ShotsOfWhiskey #EXcitableGirls #FicticiousMankind #POTUS45Trump #McHalesNavy #ComeHereSugarBaby #BigBlondAndBeautiful #MakeItBurn

SALT SHAKER & LIME, I, WRAITH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, June 12, 2020

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Rolled the stones in front of the cave holes, east to see and so very hard to move or remove

Mercury alive by itself, without the soul or spirit inside of the subatomic molecular groove

In Philadelphia or Sacramento, the matter of the stars hits you right smack between the eyes

Snagly Whiplash ain’t gettin’ any peace of mind, poetic license repository of little white lies.

To be a rooted plant or a rolling stone, you cannot be wearin’ a short skirt and a long sweater

Not just because I like that ensemble but because it attracts the immoral drawl or tea twang

Like your mother in prison or underneath the headstone, where matter is stardust’s big bang

If and only if it’s true that the false is true, lies were never lies to the gullible sssssssssssnakes.

Earth, third stone from old Sol, a trip on the Eucalyptus leaf, something about being nothing

All of it including the empty void of Space, matter’s and energy’s dream within a dream thing

In Vogue or LIFE, the point is that Intent matters, it’s the cause of the effects, a dot & a speck

Always ready to go as long as I’m living being, alive, LIVE what’s that backwards? Evil check.

A simple mind and easy rules to follow even if you’re a megalomaniac or a moron, It is Done

Papa didn’t preach to me but he did to his daughters, no sex until marriage a day before fun

It’s all for the babies, children to pay the taxes when you’re too old to believe the blind faith

If you do, it means you’re a wisdom-junky monkey, Truth of a blind man’s heart, I am wraith.

Automobile in a motorcade to put the things themselves into alignment, follow the leaders

Where they go they won’t know until they get there but they’ll arrive nevertheless, breeders

Makin’ one or more of the same type of genome, a perfect product of random DNA spilled

Moved by grooves of music, y’all got white privilege, sad, ugly American legs in a Scot’s kilt.

Marvelous mix of fruits, berries and nuts to satiate the hunger for knowledge’s color power

To start me up and get me ready to blow my top, that is the Way, the path to the tiny Tower

Of Babel or the Power that is what moves the orbit and revolution in exaggeration, do tell

Mitigation of the virus won’t be a possibility since it’s an alien organism, god’s funk particle.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 12th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to POTUS # 45 - Donald J. Trump & Harris Faulkner interview #JoesNotAllThere https://youtu.be/6ja8QEp0SkA}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?