#EternalRehearsal #EternalRecurrence #BlackHoleSingularityAllMine

BROTHEL OF PUNKS, KNOCKED UP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 20, 2020

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All 3/5’s of the world-as-we-know-it have metabolized and left some ice tea, hard rock freaky

Where wise men and brave men and women fear to go, why? Because they’re all living dead

The species imploded, exploded and then became embroiled in a supernova’s holy singularity

Without the Permission from some #PowersThatBe, ma’s egg downloaded my happy ending.

Recollect your own mother and father copulating or at least your conception in a tiny bell jar

Where the miasma brings the chaos and the paradise lost, neverland to be the Tesla space car

My gods from Athena to Adam, Eve and back to Zeus, Zarathustra or Methuselah of Boulder

Completely in the deep pocket, past the sweet spot and unable to connect to the 4 bag homer.

Yet the one fist punch in the solar-plexus that will cease all nervous jokers’ fool ships for free

Drunken nights when star’s are out, I’m down above and below, way deep inside a penumbra

I will throw you a bone or a treat if you promise you’ll watch over my territory, don’t bite me

Truck to pull the boat, loaded my warm gun with the silver bullets that I loaded, Yo Deborah!

That’s her name, she’s as fine as any heat I’ve ever handled in my hot, little mitts and tasty I’s

Freaks in the fountain of youth, drunk of the vines and the roots of life ungrounded, slipknots

Square knots alternating to get the noose so tight it cannot be undone, a matter of kids’ eyes

Looking through the glass which is nothing but candy-land microdots, no comprendo mojo!

Fugly men who cannot reproduce their mothers’ and fathers’ kinds, DNA replicas of cavemen

Not only the Australopithecus but also all divine forms of gentle movements in sunshine acid

Calm your inner movements and become the calm pond without wind, without humanity’s Id

Monkeys’ bones, idiots, morons who’ve survived, became buried like nobody’s food ever did.

If you weren’t the soup or the sandwich contents, you were good to go to work for the Powers

Ones who got here first before the rest of US did, The American Natives, long-knife showers

Screaming to the smoke and the fire going up, up and away from the ground of being, angels

Our spirit’s smoke. runs our heart and soul pumping system, I’m One, hammer & pop-sickle!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, June 20, 2020 @ 2020 hours PST #YourMama

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the mighty 'RARE-EARTH' on youTube link @ #MA https://youtu.be/WkJ1wqQo3zg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#InfiniteStrokesOfFortune #WouldntItBeNice @BeachBoys @WARtheBand @ACDC

#9 WHISKEY WAVES, SURFIN’ GOD

by

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

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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/ }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?