#StopKiddingAround #IWillNot @Nickelback @Santana

AS BELOW, ABOVE A HAMMER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, July 10, 2020

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Something about saying Words shotgunned language, lovin’ you more than the allstars above

I am below the #woke imps and dark angels who have nothing, soul or body, no-blood love

Babies may come and go and eventually the final one will become ancestral fate, of yo’ mama

Trouble is what you think it is, just a little bit when it’s actually a whole lot of salt and peppa.

You and I even move along the same three dimensions from the point to the lines of figures

Shape of the container that envelops this Space and Time is a cube of six sides without doors

Nowhere to go except right on top or just below the surface, liquid and solid gas, Big Banged

Stuck in the muck and mire due to the fear of death and just dying in pain without cat purrs.

Orderly mess of the chaos into manageable compartments to analyze the suspect intellectual

Nothing to see in assumptions which may or may not be true, propositional logic deductions

Come to the circular argument’s wrapping up into the final inductions, appearing irrational

All over the tip of the top and falling or rolling down the peak to the foot, got grace and sins.

Dead and gone one day, someday unknown because it’s a worry that will kill you, so therefore

Hate when ‘so’ is said so much so that if you love somebody so, you’ll know I’ll be a so and so

Agreed to meandering minds moving from innocence into full wisdom mode, droppin’ dimes

All of the kings horses and men could not help the broken, fallen egg full of yolk, good times!

We are people we say that have the right to be free, even with a king, queen or magi dictator

Shining the Dark Star’s black hole and Singularity is not possible, yet it will happen anyway

Impossible dream dreamed puts me in the position of getting everything I want comes later

After breathing and pumping blood and not losing the flow of the slipstream in the holy fray.

Odds and ends connect at the origin because there’s no place else to go, it’s a closed circuit

Meaning and the key to the application of the Magic are closer than you might ever expect

Actually inside of your face, under your skin and flowing in every direction, DNA ignorant

Mathematical certainty is not the answer for the force of revenge against the contestants.

What is the necessary condition for the existence of the old men and old women, socialism

Give them their dues for living beyond the average time in Space, done returned to doom

Above the planet’s rocks and ice water from the recycling, living water, liquid gas’ arisen

Before the final curtain falls on the stage, encore finale has ended the wavelength’s sins.

Puns on the Words that flowed from the grunts and blows from chapped lips on horns blow

It is never my fault, it never was and it never will be, I take no responsibility, not obligated

I arrive a little late and my grief turns to sheer joy, just a few riffs from the axe masters Go

Congos and bongos beat the living dynamite out of the peace and quiet, breathe until dead.

Microscopic disorder of the light and sound until it’s unrecognizable from the empty hole

Beyond the atmosphere, spun out into the vortex of solid, liquid gas, Mercury onto Pluto

Doors of perception open and close as the subjects and predicates mate into nucleic acid

But why? Just because, that’s it? Not to be saved from my sins against the creator? Shit.

OK, let’s get this straight, it’s probably just me but I think it’s been too long since I’ve seen

Open lights on the surface to light up the infrared and ultraviolet realm of the Wet Dream

It is what it is, don’t shoot the messenger just because the Truth’s incredible, ain’t my fault

So, signify the dozens, always do, always will, ‘SO’ I am alive, no worries then, now wake up.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, July 10th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Carlos Santana #InSearchOfMonaLisa #SMOOTH eclectic random choices on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/95y10tZAzCw )

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?