#WhatWouldYouDoIfYouDidNotDoWhatYouDid ? #GodKilledYourMaAndPa

VIRAL CORONA, ALL FALL DOWN

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 9, 2020

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Excuse the moronic idiots for producing and directing the FBI show on a putz’ shaky ground

No band-aids or iodine can heal the wounds and scars of the minions who rule by the #Mob

Prowl the roads and byways for orphans and runaways from broken souls of the home-bound

In fractions of a century, we live and die for no reason at all, poor evil, rich good, all will rob.

Howling at the moon will not do a human much good but if you are food, predators will come

Hungry for the way to stay alive in the middle of green or concrete jungles, a hero and a bum

You will see what you’re meant to see for your own good, work off your own karmic crazy glue

Responsible for the actions and thoughts you have because it’s what you’ve been told to do.

Common knowledge and the power of experiential wisdom will not buy immortality, oh well

Not much you can do about that but you can attempt to survive in the hostility of the shrills

Chaos and mayhem reign on your parades down the main streets and monkey shine #Hell

Anarchy or monarchy will NOT coexist on the same planet, negative cancels positive skills.

Where to the idiots and morons go to K-12? Where did they get higher education? Greece?

Not likely since they may have learned something from pre-Socratic philosophy on It, Peace

Madre and padre to mend wounds of the scrapes and scratches of their progeny’s thin skin

Any shade of pale, blue and darker than purple, ultraviolet infrared radiation, suck it all in!

Get this straight, get off of your high horse, you don’t even ride y’all, now let us all get down

To brass tacks of the notion that Nothing Matters at all, I don’t mean pandemic ghetto clown

It’s in the country and in the city, this is a microcosm of any solar system, irreverent collapse

Dreaming of the civilization without the #TruckingTraffic, no #ToiletPaper, extinction lapse.

Gang bangin’ the concrete and asphalt until the children get bullied into the exiled DNA ids

Acid mixed in a module of Earth and it’s atmosphere revolving around a big, burning gas ball

Keeping this in mind, whether it’s divine or humane matters only after death, we take no bids

Climax of karma’s souls is the naked ape hook, a Cause of eternity, a proud, winged angel fall.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, July 9th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ #DevilStoleMySoul #WontLetGo drafted while jammin’ on #PapaDontTakeNoMess James Brown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/T0QQUps8954 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WeakenedImmunityToLove #HerdImmunityToExtinction @RobThomas @LosLonelyboys @PiNK

HEROES BECAME VILLAINS, PURGE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 8, 2020

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Coming to the end of the system of the knowledge which denotes it’s the end of lives, caput

The dams and continents full of sea water were here when I got here, taught it for a putsch

A road map to get to the precipice of the plateau where you’ll be in a rush to jump for a ring

Followers of the leader, y’all will move to the place y’all belong, crispy critters in a Big Bang.

Keeping your mind on the up and up as if you have any choice at all, demigods’ age of reasons

From the caves to the seven seas, slaves and sailors float, blown by wind, rowin’ seven sons

Get rid of the Riff Raff and you’ve got nearly an empty room full of intellectual ivory towers

Haters and lovers mixing their sweat and blood to create the tears of my fathers and mothers.

Patience for all the doctors and nurses to get to the place they love, retirement from medicine

Nothing personal other than the crybabies who get addicted to pain and the fake killer’s sin

Monkeys and hyenas, Men and the leaches of swamps’ mud, all live a spell, you all die a little

No reincarnation of the tiny dancers as indicated by the division of the creeds, tower of Babel.

I will hire you to be here and there at the same time if you can defy the 1st & 2nd golden rules

Of mice, men and thermodynamics, stoked by a mob of millions, stupid idiots, morons, fools

Unborn excused, species extinction is immanent for The Many, enculture a child, I Am One

Just One of the Many sacred and most holy ones whose ignorance and happiness, got it son?

Hating me won’t help your mortality, you will die regardless of your holy goodness, live evil

It is what it is to be human, using reason, rationality to deny the reality of your senses, shills

What’s been enculturated here in this petri dish of America the beautiful, killers in civil War

Big time wars fought for freedom, now big time wars fight for turf rights, twitwhore’s house.

In and out of the games with or without the House Rules, I come and go in One witch’s coven

Just because I’ve seen mortals die ahead of me, the food I eat was alive, my folks cast cover

Got some woogie left back in my boogie and I’m not able to contain the magic, I’m a rollover

Feel angels above with your hands and feet, move your head, back and hips, Oh, Beethoven!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, July 8th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to Los Lonely Boys #INeverMetAWoman (Acoustic) on youTube like #Vamanos @ https://youtu.be/UGt5Tx_lpEc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

@FreakingFunky

PUPIL, IRIS, SCLERA & TBONE VOID

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 6, 2020

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A moment in Time after I woke up from a dream within a somnambolistic stupor, eyes blink

I’m present right here in this place in Space, right this very second of this day, at sea’s tundra

On top of the world just spinning with the revolution in perpetuity, on the way to a supernova

Common knowledge and fake wisdom to fill in the spaces between the ears of skulls of stink.

Amen, as the minions would say as they reproduced the sycophants who trumpet the feats

Compared to tomorrow, today is on my list of favorite days I’ve ever lived during Dixieland

Disgusting yet all there is to it, mixed in the middle of a deposit of Suzy Q’s whipped cream

I know you’ve got what it takes to move the subject and predicate the objective wet dream.

Mine or anyone else’s thing is what we do, we do our thing, we do what we wanna do, Yes?

Scarlet scars defacing the stone granite shape of a memory, eaten by the enemy of the Fez

It’s the deep state secret that’s got this taken desecration of California States of falsehoods

Bludgeoned and treated with kid gloves to make sure you gave a bad review of the goods.

What is the nature of the beast within and the One before an arrow bulls eyed water fjords

Microcosmically imperceptible yet clear as the day, twelve roses for a sociopathetic handle

The pristine nature of the tweaking up and down the frets in liberty and indentured shackle

Among the painful yet essential realities of the perfect union of blues and rhythm war-lords.

I am going to punch the eyes out of the guardians when they return from their 3 hour tour

Not literally of course but I am going to rerun the entire history of humanity from day one

To the present and near future where angels had feared to go until today, I called the bluff

I could have been wrong and getting burnt to a crisp in Hades, punk I am and tough enough.

Nothing comes, goes and comes back again, that’s a myth of the workin’ honky tonk rednecks

Skin in the game to pursue goals of search and destroy, as if the holy spell itself ever could

Punks and grieving warriors’ spouses all in paradise, seeing a gift of old school rubbernecks

As if I’d fall for BEING normal, like I was born yesterday or never born at all, wish you would.

Jokes are all on me, from 1st to last hilarious guffaw beyond the pale, hit on the darker side

Painted scenes on canvas or concrete, sung and printed words to see and take a free to ride

To the places you’ll never get to in real life in the boondocks or the swamps, out of my reach

Of alligators and bullhead waiting to live longer than your deeper monkey in a burnt roach.

Devils play no fiddles and there ain’t no hickory stumps up in heaven, C. Daniels full moon

Fire flyin’ from your fingertips now and the melody and rhythm is catchin’ the soul all alone

Inside or outside of this bread pan where the birds feed, pickin’ out the lies told before noon

Monkeys elated, gangsters’ gigs, evolved from the cavemen, RIP’d spacemen soon, real soon.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, July 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 8:45 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan & Albert King #DontLieToMe https://youtu.be/-ZL2b4O3nz8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?