#FundsDry #WetlandsCool #MidnightOil @VanHalen

FOLLOW A CANARD, M.M.

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, June 26, 2020

--   W.O.W. ME  --

From San Diego to Manhattan, a riot or hurricane ain’t no way to know what’ll be in any gang

It may be conducive to existence and it may not be, good idea to colonize Mars & a blue moon

For the sake of the species survival, assuming there is no deity who exists prior to a big bang

Puns to break the ice with the keen wit of a surgeon and the steady mind of a following goon.

Whether you like it or not, the trajectory of the silver bullet goes directly into the bull’s eye

Every time I roll the dice, I got sevens and elevens for no good reason at all, just cuz I win

Winning is the only thing that’s important in this life and the next if there is One or any

It’s not my fault if there’s nothing after life and you didn’t believe it, it’s yours, the Many.

Using logic and reason to measure and evaluate the Past, Present and Future, we’re doomed

Not because of anything any human has done or will do but because It must be a Supernova

It is a primary condition for Being in general, a Super nova and gravitational collapse, dead

If I’m wrong about the cosmic repeater called Life and there’s more to it, it’s hidden I read.

Secret books in handwriting that few can read and decipher, not to mention torched libraries

Full of the herd’s ways, fit to survive the doom that’s coming but impossible to arm this God

What’s important to think about while being all too human? Nothing, which makes you nod

Word then there was some flesh and bone, fire, killing life and eating dead things, I’m Ceres.

There’s a part of this joker’s paradise that only the strong can understand, be One with fears

You can’t dwell on inevitable losses and defeats of the past, the only Way’s It, black or white

Stop #Crybaby #FakeMarx for the way you think it should be without a drop of bloody tears

A spoonful of sugar’s about all you need to live in perpetual bliss, rebellion’s genius’ li’l byte.

Are you idiots eating food and driving bicycles and motor vehicles without a license to drive?

If you eat something, where will you have all your friends and followers relieve themselves?

In your yard on a Capitol’s hill, the C.H.O.P. property under siege is my land without ANTIFA

We are coming undercover, you will not see the light coming, close your eyes now, sleep GA!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday June 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Midnight-Oil #WhenTheGeneralsTalk on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mqP61lGsXOM }

GOD IS GOOD!

 

Norma Jeane Mortenson - AKA Marilyn Monroe

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FindingNothingDoing

TRENDING AND TROLLING #FAKES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 25, 2020

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Global and galactic trends from fanatic survival of the most fit among the random DNA devils

Angels vacated the premises and left the rabble riff raff to supply the children with holy Evils

From monsters who kill humans, in crashes and fire burns, to become a world’s whirl of swirl

Showing the remnants, footprints and fingerprints of the swirl & whirl of one boy & one girl.

You and I will never know in 500 years what happened to US, 100 years in the ending future

We all must come and go as if we’re days and nights of a swirling lump of dirt, star dusted Ra

Divine globules, smearing the orbital pathways around the sun, like the nucleus of an atom

Electronic blobs to cause friction and the spontaneous combustion to reignite the starlight.

It’ tough being a Dead Star on a pathway to nowhere except around in infinite elliptical ends

Enough just to be aware and awake for a second or century, same result, nothing left in pain

In the matter and in the energy, there’s a feeling like it’s me, yet it’s not, so what’s up wit dat?

On an island in the middle of the ocean, when the water recedes it’s the top of the mountain.

On a moon called Titan, there’s a reason to believe the shroud of mystery over Cosmos is thin

Come rain or come shine, that’s about all there is from the first day to the last, death’s sun sin

China plague will kill you, me and every bat in slant eyed, cosmic chopped suey & a girl scout

Recollect the last time you probably fell asleep, last wink before lights out, it’s all lights OUT!

Peek through the veil and you can clearly see there’s nothing there, besides you, it’s all of It

Blew out of a Nova in the galaxy, created from hydrogen and oxygen, hot rocks and in the dirt

High and mighty or low and weak, it’s all an integral part of the cosmic joke, a fool’s got milk

Criminals and well adjusted retirees and social security elders, armed to wait for the hot #Ilk.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 25, 2020 Thursday 10:10 PM PST

{ Drafted in utero, during a pandemic and political turmoil only seen by some dead Americans back in the 1940’s & listenin’ to #WhenTheGeneralsTalk by https://youtu.be/OcKcjpSWmm0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YouMustBeKidding #YoureNotKidding @PINK #COVid19

PAPER, SCISSORS, WORDS & GODS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 23, 2020

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Matrix of a corona, a viral infection alright, no doubt about it, a random blank, black accident

Woke up at the crack of dawn, slept at the last sight of the sun setting in the blank man’s skin

Marked for disaster and romancing with the stone, too hard to get away with it, heaven scent

Convoluted explanations for justification of the indefensible minions, a mortal commit to sin.

I can’t tell you why any of this activity on Earth is happening, a civilized culture of the free

Moments of air breathed into and out from the aerobic tools we know as conceptual analyses

Finding the Truth at the absolute best time, perfect timing just like clockwork, meant to be

A third way down the middle of the road, a path of least resistance to the yin and yang tease.

Mumps, measles, smallpox or H1N1Virus #COVid19 by the simple minds mixe for the trick

To show what it means to cast a spell and watch it appear from absolutely nothing, it’s a kick

In the rear or the front end, either way the point is You and everybody else will try to avoid

To the uttermost echelon of the pit inside your mind and imaginary spirit, an immortal void.

Since the creeps and the fools have emerged and retooled their DNA by a random RNA fizz

Dream turned into reality, sleep turned into the awakening of the only thing that ever was

Beaten the sun’s heat in the shade of the wood and shingles, refrigerated iced cream tricks

Jumping and disappearing over the cliff, only one way out and that’s way down, got my 6?

Pouring over the iced cream sundae, the chocolate and cherries flow like lava out a mountain

Mixin’ & matchin’ rocks, molten in a rolling mass of cool Blackstone gas, so, which way’s up?

Beams of light turn me into absolute darkness and soundless feel and smell and taste of Man

Cause of the first man & last woman and all of them between, dream in a dream, wake TFU!

It’s a matter of random settling on the logical reason for the series of events called our Life

Game or serious business, it all ends the same, dead as a door-nail as if one could be alive

It’s a remote possibility yet still a low probability that life will turn out to be dreaming strife

A punishment for either disobedience of laws or at least a way to jackknife off of a high dive.

Monday through Saturday, the six revolutions make room for the final one, my Sunday best

Looking good as the lord, the gods, the random randos wanted us to be, a phenomenal fest

Party on the backstreets and in the penthouses of the skyscrapin’ Sheetrock, all souls to sing

Thrown up Happy Ending, Adam’s or #CHAD’s forms of anarchy, granite statues of nothing.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, June 23rd, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 PM PST

{ Drafted while watchin’ Nuclear Godzilla vs King Ghidorah | Godzilla: King of the Monsters @ https://youtu.be/5BxqahE0fu8 }

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?