#TransSubstantiation #WaterIntoWine #InfiniteWining #WINNING @SANTANA

GOT YOUR 6, WHAT’S YOUR 20, EH?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 22, 2020

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Fortune and the will to power combine in the matrix for a ride on a silver bullet to nirvana

Where angels fear to go because almost every angel disappears once they’re high on manna

Amazing and unfiltered beats of the bongs’ brothers and sisters, sperm and egg of the gods

On high above atmospheric pressure and gravitational collapses, blown asteroid rock show.

Mercury to Pluto and back down here to the Earth with a moon and a concept for the pawns

Who put the kings, queens, bishops and knights of the castles behind the safe golden dawns

Compared to the alternative, the presence of the state, the things that be live and die in a sea

Disobedience to the powers that be, the commandments of ethics, the good, the bad and ugly.

Pillars of weak-minded proletariat ilk, broken, shattered, obliterated to smithereens to boot

Should have joined the military to defend their country from enemies foreign and domestic

Now they’ve begun the rest of their lives in shameful woe, if they have to go to work it all out

They will just do it, kicking and screaming for relief from their mommy and daddy, so sick!

Bacterial and viral beyond the gods’ wildest imaginations, the spectrum of infrared is dead

Not even grateful because it’s the Way of the Warrior, it must be this Way, there’s no other

Performing the actions of the circus acts as needed, on the ground and sea, in the thin air

Omnipotent devices at our disposal, buttons to push and persuade the Ilk that blue is red.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, June 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 12:12 PM PST

{ Resurrected from thin air and the cosmic debris leftovers, drafted while listenin’ & watchin’ @LoonyTunes @ https://youtu.be/gDfJzSX3uck}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MusterAndDissolve #GetBackJack #DontDoItAgain @SteelyDan

CINDERELLA’S DRESSING

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 21, 2020

---------------------- #Git Git ------------------------

Back home before midnight, Candy-O came from downtown, uptown, it’s unsubstantial scat

For whom it may concern is none other than your own inner self, amiga and amigo in a chat

Recovering from the reproduction of mothers and fathers who never knew their kids, it’s pain

They both died in a horrific wreck on the Five when the protesters ran into the diamond lane.

Loving beautiful species specific disease, the beauty in my eyes, scent of a tragedy, I’m playin’

Outcomes unknown before they’re present on the way to the past, peaking before out of Time

Honey, chocolate, sweet sugar cane and pretty grains of crystal #C6H12O6 all over my chin

My eyes gettin’ tired since I haven’t slept for two days, diamonds on the floor, drop a dime.

Penchant for misconstruing the obvious and the hidden, magic & reality merge into the One

A Word in a spell causes the effect of special event in the matrix of Earth’s revolution in a sun

I faked it and I made it from the bottom to the top in one fell swoop, as an over & easy scream

I had no preconception of any kind, not even an inkling of a notion that Life is but a dream.

Doubts about the nature of human beasts, their short times come and go, gods end my frown!

Zeus’ pantheon days pass one by one, wavy gravy, gravitational collapse of a soul shakedown

Just because it was an iota over critical mass, lost an electron into a nucleic soup of protons

Simple men come from simple women, from their holy wombs invaded by preposterous sons.

It’s gonna hurt little Cinderella but you won’t have pain for long, it’ll subside, hung on a tree

A dress full of the skin and bones that aren’t anywhere anymore, flames were on, up in smoke

Before my very eyes, it appears that what was the beautiful, the good, and a thing itself, me

Looking inside and outside of the skull atop the standing bones, fully accredited mind #woke.

For the love of liberal justice you are deceived if you have arrested your attention like red silk

Those ‘others’ who believe that voting in America is not the way to democracy, so drink milk

Regardless whether or not justice is a ham sandwich or a measurement of right and fake err

Law and order when there is only an anarchist in charge without a rattlesnake head to sever.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, June 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Jammed playin’ #RadarLove by Golden Earring link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11Lj75cjg44&feature=youtu.be }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?