#EnoughIsEnough #Gino & #DaddyGee @SteelyDan

2 MUCH IS TOO MUCH, ‘50 TO ‘20 *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 2, 2020

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Mama mia and my papa were married on this day, July 2nd in 1950-1956, duplicated on high

Four of the mix in Italian and Irish-German red blood, soon to forget ancestry of rolled to die

Thrown into a wild field of dreams of my parents, some knew them and some never, ever will

Except to assume that I personally am the dynamic combination of DNAcid, chromosome fill.

Communication between two or more receivers of audio-visual-olfactory-tactile-taste of Sin

One you weren’t present for since you personally didn’t exist in the universe, it’s your fault

All of this Earth revolving, wobbling, orbiting in all-star formation of hydrogen lit explosions

Coming from the center of Nothing but a signal of compression of matter, gravity collapses.

Consciousness and a holy soul let loose by Powers on the Thing Itself, land’s sea of quicksand

It’s the Truth, that’s the Justice of the whole shebang, mama used to say too much’s too much

Should have been obvious to start right at the precipice of Enough because enough Is enough

Groomed after Conceptions for a clear deception’s formulation, a dreamboat in a dreamland.

A boy in the light and in the dark, fear and loathing what comes creeping in and out of life

A mind of memorabilia from day One to the presence of the hunger and lack of satisfaction

Under the sun or the moon, in the brightness or in the shadows of night, star still shines in

Whiskey and moonshine keepin’ me up and plants of Mary keepin’ me down, copacetic pin.

Alright you now have the codes of conduct, the good and evil before and beyond the graves

Same old story and same old song, different word recombination of the Acid, cowboy haze

It matters yet it doesn’t really matter at all, Jack Daniels is fine, Hamm’s all refreshing who?

Once a hammer goes down, only smoke’s left but I won’t be invisible, rhythm fades to blue.

Born to crawl and never to run beyond the leaders of the pack, watch them lead over the cliff

Walking is fine, way behind preferably to stay away from the stench, dying well fed herd stiffs

All forms of the same thing, 208 bones, 840 muscles all with a bad attitude from slave ships

Who we were way back when we ran around sidewalks, alleys and streets dead ends’ whips.

Your heritage don’t matter to the Dead and Gone, what matters is that you see me eye to eye

With your country that you depend on for your God’s dam of food and drink, mom’s apple pie

Putting on your thoughts which are caused by WORDS you read in a manifesto, division key

Tied down with me at the whippin’ post until sundown, then escape is mine, Ghost is in me.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, July 2, 2020 A.D. @11:11 AM PST

*Ma & pops (RIP) married on THIS DAY long ago. Happy 70th !

I was their first child born 13 months later In Wedlock...pops may have been shootin’ blanks!

FINIS YAHOO! VERIZON!

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ObscenityConsumed #AllSystemsGo

PHILOSOPHER’S CHEVY INFRARED

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 1, 2020

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I’ve got some news for you, dear mams and sirs, I apologize for the method of delivery FedEx

Where I used to work for a quarter century, a place created from #Scratch, must have been It

A deal with the devil could possibly explain the nature of the beast within, without justice fit

I am the realm and in charge directional trajectory, survival rate of mice, men, Queen & Rex.

Creative notions against #ThePeople of the U.S.A. both the old and dying and newly born ilk

Fodder is used by the living before they become dead, burned or buried but why drink milk?

Just because you think you’re so pretty? You think you’re so smart yet even with it all, sure

You’ll become without the electronic charge in your nervous system, it really doesn’t matter.

Not militant nor the three stooges doin’ Vaudeville makin’ #Talkies for Chaplin or the gins

That’s who has the principles, the philosophy of the meaning of why the magic spell’s spill

Where there indeed may be nothing but the Space you see on the darkside of Earthly spins

Constitutional muster is not the extreme left nor the right it’s right down the middle or nil.

Online computer essence of camels and sheik harems goin’ jihad, flip of a coin on your dime

The Latter are the Real Things, beyond, before & after as well as present Time, Earth revolver

Wobbles on an imaginary axis, a concept of the middle where there’s nothing but the Forceer

That is inside of us all, live and dead matter moving through us, food to shat, all wasted Time.

Bonus for boomers shared with elders and the millennial mass of atomic DNA, all ready to go

In a solar flare’s shadow or in a penumbra of a star, we know we know what we know, oh no!

Now the Truth comes out, you’re lucky you got here, you’re lucky to be at all, a million to One

Answer this equation X=me then you’ll know what to do, fallin’ into infinity’s blitz of the fun.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 1st, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 Ante Meridiem, Pacific Standard Time

{ Jammed out of the Void early this AM while listenin’ to #WePeopleWhoAreDarkerThanBlue by Curtis Mayfield Music on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iSDCPKsSf2U )

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

"#EyesAreBlind & #ICannotSee #RightOnForTheDarkness" -- @CurtisMayfield

BACK TO THE WORLD BOY, YO MA!

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Tuesday, June 30, 2020

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One chain don’t make no prison mama, you know that you taught me to be so GD fool cool

Nothing gets under my skin without me knowing about it, I overreacted to Catholic school

Production of the fame and fortune is still in the mix of super hero, bein’ ghetto-bum lucky

If you don’t know what I’m talkin’ about, just forget about it, pretend I didn’t have the key.

To the beings alive on the plains and prairies to the coastal and inner cities of the 7 ‘bumps’

Where your babies and parents were born and raised to see your face on #FakeNews frauds

Letting the strangers who’ll never actually see or know you or I, who we are, y’all are chumps

Never-land in the palm of the pope’s and oligarchy tripe, stealing your freedom for the gods.

Alrighty then, too much is too much, like my mama used to say, yes and I say daddy too, yo!

But if and only if I can irritate the powers that be who regard blind faith as the gospel truth

Not I said the blind man to his deaf brother on his cellphone, he could read the text forsooth

Out of nowhere the End comes shootin’ right past your face, you can hear the swoosh go-go!

On the other side, there’s no other side by the way yet, let’s entertain peculiar notions of folks

Until there is no other choice than to conclude that this is it, we’re alone, it’s what she upshot

This is all of the nature of being and nothingness, existence and super-mankind, a god jokes

Telling the punch line after the final gasp of thin air, survival of the fit and even then, caput!

From the avenue in Chicago from the lake to Oak Park, I ran the C.T.A. 12 cents up & 12 back

To and from the squeeze-box lessons my daddy and mama squeezed out of their teeny stack

Greenbacks came from working, as much as possible for the minimum wage, below above it

Making the democrat machine the button pins by the thousands, for mama’s & pop’s skillet.

Happy is a word but the feeling of happiness is much more, that one you get with my rejects

Out of the darkness for nine months and into the light for the unexpected causes and effects

Luck of the draw, your spirit picks the lump of 208 bones to be, as long as it’s a possibility

Random causes and effects in the future have already become the past, Presence is the key.

Treason is the reason for all of the stars and stripes, rebellion against a crown of hacked gold

Fifty stars, thirteen stripes for the patriots who know, who recollect the sacrifice of the bold

Monkeys saw this liberty being done and they wanted some too but didn’t know what to do

So, an King and Queen and I turned the spigot OFF, not a trickle or a drip from the big Ho.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, June 30th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:44:44 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ on Curtis Mayfield Music #BackToTheWorld on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/g2udbdAmdkc }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?