#FictionAintReal #RealityIsGodsCorpse #ItAintMyFault

DOOM & GLOOM IN DRAGO’S ROOM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 22, 2020

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It doesn’t matter in the end, it’s not going to be forever and more likely won’t, it’s #SO tense

I want you to jump right on top of this one, put the kibosh on this shot fractured fairy tale

Nobody knows anything, start right there like you never knew that, it will all make nonsense

Am I right or wrong, you know no more than I do, less than the pope or president know.

Begin with courage required to survive surprising my consciousness with your hot Cat legs

How high do those stockings go? Scream and shout, I love ya honey, it’s all of what she digs

I need to move the wheels forward and finish the circuit by the deadline, it’s like a hot halter

Time just exposed its abstract groove only existing in the mind of man, full of Ra’s holy water.

This here is a ghost town that’s left over from the paradise that used to be a hummin’ deep

Nevermore anywhere else but here and when the now ends and it’s just a dream of a creep

Made a world up out of nothing and out of nowhere it comes trying to enlist a #SpaceForce

Whoa now y’all hold up, there’s no way I can commit to the infinite trip to the end. divorce.

The fact is sacrosanct, this is the fact of life, this is what you needed to know 50 years ago

At least you didn’t die before you found out for certain, people do get reaped by the wraith

Then again, right after everyone dies we all come to know the Truth, no Time left for Faith

Dig, for the minions, passin’ on the immortality, soul power over to a Doom & Gloom flow.

For the comedy and the tragedy, the play is played by acting players, all too humane beings

On the outfield, the court, the rink or gridiron, all’s the same, you win some, you lose some

It depends on luck, stamina and strategy, victory occurs at the moment the tide turns to red

All around the coasts, the sea turned red, reflected the algae without a predator, dice rolled.

Serious injuries have resulted from the death of reality, vision inside and outside are the One

Every man and woman on the planet is both a baby and an elder senior, live it up, dying son

Confronting the features of the matrix, every trick in the book that wasn’t written, I’m singin’

Bells ding down below, rung for the kin above grounds, just chillin’ with ol’ Marshall Dillon!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, June 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 1300 hours PST

{ Drafted while gorging on Thepinkpanther Tiriolo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ap90npnxZzs & listenin’ to some Tribal Seeds #Gunsmoke link @ https://youtu.be/eb--H-PIclI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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

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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.?