#InfiniteStrokesOfFortune #WouldntItBeNice @BeachBoys @WARtheBand @ACDC

#9 WHISKEY WAVES, SURFIN’ GOD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, June 19, 2020

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Six feet of me happening just like they said it would, can’t breathe but the lights won’t quit

For good without an option to awaken and go about the business at hand, just #FuqJam it

Perfect worlds come around once in a blue moon, keep on dreamin’ and never got #Woke

From the first to the last revolution of star dust, Karl Marx’ perfect world of bein’ so broke.

Punched in the guts and lost my wind, couldn’t breathe in or out, no way to get oxygen in tea

Can’t get the carbon CO2 out of me, it’s stuck deep down in my DNA, in my psyche, my Thing

It’s all of it for certain, right before my senses, eyes, ears, nose, mouth, just a slave in a ring

Fighting the Man, thanking the Man for being the master of the food and drink, nothin’ free.

Freaks of nature, misaligned nucleic acid evolved into a malfunction and dead end extinction

A bid to be or not to be, never the question, it was more like, if I feel lucky today, I’m a punk?

More likely than not, there is no luck at all, it’s the direct control of the inner #Intent to cause

To be or not, alive and kicking the rest of the matter and energy, leftover from THE Big Bang.

Girls and boys come to know what the old folks ignore or forgot, FACT, we’re all gonna die

FACT, we all want to survive except the hopeless ones who are not DNA but rogue RNA of Ra

Ga or Pa or whichever word assigned to the thing itself, the matrix of our wall where we fly

From birth to death, eating and drinking until buried or metabolized by the hunger of Vodka.

From a shining sea to a long river of tears flowing up and not down, to the light, it’s all gone

Like the Singularity of a Black Hole, I found the Way to creep back into the fold, One & done

My father’s grandfathers sent the word and code down through the genome, extinction’s fuss

Persons come and go, expanding from shapes of absolute zero into infinity’s hippy magic bus.

Deacons, high priests & their ilk created a #Bat virus’ on cave walls, dark shadows’ in my pop

Not only are we drunken, high from conception to extinction, nothin’ but the Podunk hip hop

With the ending, the finale that terminates the light coming in from the darkness’ rollin’ rock

All we are is what we travel upon, rockin’ roll forever, ladies, gents, guns fired out of my jock.

Reason and rhyme set aside for a moment in order to extinguish the remnant of death fugues

We can see anything blind men can see, we can hear anything deaf women can say to thrive

Important yet a moot point right after the extinction of the species, country boys can survive

Rats and roaches left to eat in the filthy cities, where overpopulation welcomed black plagues.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, June 19th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Drafted in a #ClosedDoor #ClosedBorder, my room while listenin’ to The Beach Boys #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nZBKFoeDKJo}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RollWithIt #HotterThanHellRightNow2

A DUNCE & THE COSMIC HOSERS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 18, 2020

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Uncle Ben told me never to tell aunt Jemima about what Buckwheat did on stage last night

What will be will be, that’s what they say in South Jersey and I can’t argue against west point

I am what I’ve wound up being, I take full responsibility for all of my actions, all habitual scat

What I’ve done and what I’ll do are either forgotten or unknown occult features of Time’s fat.

Full stop from the Get-go and on thru the red lights, yellow lights and northern lights, so be it

Beginning from the mask over the face’s nose and mouth breathers’ three blow holes, god spit

Supreme Court of all of us, judge with legal minds’ D students’ too humane, horizontal bops

Enough is enough only when the People say it is, you and I’ve Nothing for backup, #NoCops.

Eerily the Word was made the way of comedy, a dead or sleepy man is speaking and sleeping

Country and city are in the game from border to border and coast to coast, talk, talk, talking

Sometime in the near future you can comprehend the holy water in the spinning rock tater

What the Earth appears to be without the H2O is as bizarre as seeing an asteroid with no I.

Without H2O there is no Life in any form at all on this planet, holy, barren H2O moon rocks

Not only because you would love to know just for scat and giggles but also Time’s tick-tocks

Progressive, regressive elliptic, orbital, revolution of hyperbolic Space-Time #COVID rewind

Bones inside of you and your kin, your friends and enemies, alive or dead, mere dusted wind.

Headlights off in the middle of this long night without moonshine, without sunlight’s burn

Of the atoms, molecules and the food we eat and the fuel for the Spirit that we seem to be

Either an illusion of the hopeful or the Hope of the the demonic, celestial essence of Mama

Not just before now and before 1776 Anno Domini but way into the future the gods’ Papa.

Now, Life’s Happiness achieved by the genome’s DNA, R&B sisters & brothers, a swirl for you

Not just because without y’all I would not exist but also that these worlds would end in bat flu

From the eaters of the viral meat, God’s divine Life matters, all skulls of flying mammal soup

With or without the Top Ramon, a little off from the real noodles, it’ll do for #MyGang group.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, June 18th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 08:45 hours PST

{ #WakeUpYourself drafted while listenin’ to the mighty Armstrong & Getty radio show on Talk 650 KSTE #FlingingVirusEveryFlush #TransgenderSCOTUS decision, etc, etc, etc link @ iHeart link https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }

 

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SitStill do not #JUMParound

GTF OFF OF MY BACK, #APS PREY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 16, 2020

------------------- #TakeMeBackNow ------------------

I’m a very fair cat, literally a cat that measures due process and justice to be bones

Whatever the case may be, in defense of the Will to Power, ready for the tweetings

This is the Truth, the living on this planet right here and now, are not Earthlings

Pillaging the tents and hovels of the gangs so they ain’t runnin’ down the Stones.

Whether you like it or not, you’re the prey that used to be the predator, God bless

You’ve done a swell job for the past few thousand years but now I’ll really confess

There is no sin in becoming a zygote or becoming a woman or a man, it’s Today

Now in my cave, all ready to move out for the hunt, sniffin’ prey, ten miles away.

Amazed just because it appears that I and everyone else on Earth are fortunate chit

Or daughters of the sons who I’m referring to, the anarchy sons who fell to six guns

Linguistic certainty aside, there’s a way to get jiggy and there’s a way to #AllFallDown

In a ring around the #Rosey with a pocket full of posies, souls fall down, I’m all of it.

Pertaining to the dream within the dream, the one you can’t see because you can’t see

Never able to push your grandmother off of the cliff until you found out she hated you

Immediately, the Void roars silence and implosion of quarks, dimensionless & free

Not like the humanity, all too human and not so evolved peasants blacker than blue.

State of your mind and your exact occupation of the space where you move to play B or F-ball

Ego of the dust which coalesced into the bits of honey you chew until your golden fillings fall

Simple minds of absent men & our mothers taught, gangster to be back seat of daddy’s car

On the block, on the farm, in the ice, in the desert, gangs succumb to the lost in a holy War.

Stomach is growling now so I’ve got to hit the path to stalk my favorite snacks, antelope

It’s better than rappin’ for the crack or little queenies racks, clues broke down like dope

Fish in the sea get caught, cleaned and filleted for the BBQ, hunger all gone, be a styth

Now get those #aps off of my back son, dead scat goin’ down to toe, bums drunketh!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, June 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 1222 hours PDT

{ Drafted to the #GrandmasHand #Ends & #Today by Everlast & SHEET, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU }

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