#NobodySpecial #BeingStupidLikeAJungle

I MOVE, CASH & KISSES FOR GUNS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 14, 2020

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Fun to roll up and down the boulevard with or without you, it really doesn’t matter at all

The gist of it is that a bullet comes fired out of nowhere and ends the perfection on a ball

Mobs of mobsters moving sub-machine guns up and down the Mississippi for the ol’ Fed

A need for protection from the Man of this or another country, they want to kill y’all dead.

Taxes and income traded for blood, sweat and tear droppin’ put it all in the bank, saved $$

A hundred thousand dollars I saved in ten years, it’s now worth 30% less than it used to be

There’s a boom coming up country for the men and women who pay attention to the hot air

Blown around by good guys and the sheriff’s deputy canines, smelled like a girl’s perty hair.

Complete equations without variables or constants, devoid of value and quality, empty set

Nothing inside and everything else is outside of it, order and mayhem move the unmoved

Nobody to be moved, it’s the spirit everywhere within a triad of duplicity, uno, dos & tres

Essential essence of the hubris is substance in retrograde, going two ways at one time too.

Mirrors reflecting reflections of diamonds and rusty nails from the recycled coffin silk

Softer than it used to be as soft as it was, now it’s as smooth as a newborn baby wraith

Hard times and hard lives make for the saga of this civilization and then it ends quickly

Dreaming of the Ends of the forces that annihilate the foolish creeds and a blind faith.

It can be a whatchamacallit or a pathological prematurity, a gift of the gods in NY Harlem

Dead or alive, the boys and girls grow and get lucky or not, some go to paradise of the grim

Scared and out of the ordinary panacea for peace and quiet, an ended journey at life origins

Fly, run, walk or crawl, I will get to the Ends eventually, Rolls Royce or not, gotta keep rollin’.

Margie or Bettye came and went like the North wind, blowin’ right through to my rubber soul

It’s sufficient to stay alive to eat and defecate ad infinitum, but why? Just because my pretty!

Golam would scare the bejeezus out of you and me, shatter our plastic mirrors, I’m on a roll

Like dice, I come up craps, I lose it all but the Rolls wasn’t mine to begin with, awoke already.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 14th, 2020 A.D @ 6:16 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #Blitz with Nick Cage link @ https://youtu.be/EMvIgNcej-w }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Skynyrd #ShowMeTheBackDoor @Springsteen #RowYoBoat

MERCIFUL AS I LIE, I DIE FOR YOU

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 14, 2020

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Presence of the monster under your bed awakens the inner beast, you’ve unretired once again

It’s nobody’s fault but it’s a necessary condition for pandemic responses to a mythological jin

But also never forget about the sufficient condition for overreaction to causes of love’s effects

From Canal Street to the #LSD and over the top of the city’s Kennedy Ex & on to O'Hare jets.

I have more alibis to sell for the guilty who want to avoid the jails and penitentiary joints too

Boogie Woogie or Rock & Roll are the keys, top ranked, divine pecking order of prevaricating

Bored and very shy people write brilliant masterpieces, classical, opera, rock & rhythm & blue

Miked up for Words to be uttered and echoed on recorded loops for all the ballsy recollecting.

Grandma’s philosophy handed down to me was that ‘Monkey see. Monkey do,” in Sicilian

From Palermo or Chicago, it sounded identical to my mother, her mother’s greatest so far

In those hands that cleaned my bottom and held me close to her heart, rats couldn’t git me

Near the sewer caps, the rats ran rampant below the asphalt of the melting side streets tar.

Here and there you’ll find yourself lost in the jungle, concrete or vegetative jungles in love

With the animated organs, crawling, digging, walking, running and flying, below & above

Local boys and girls turn into the dead men and women forgotten by nothing, holy matrix

Dreams end, you wake up like I do and then you breathe in and out for 16 hours of kicks.

Then suddenly, you’re gone but you can’t remember anything about when you all were here

It’s actually a myth in the sense that it seems impossible, you had the gift of being born bare

Used to hear the sounds, the words of explanation, the reasons for being so easy to eat/scare

It’s a thrust to the place in Space, to the Time you were conceived, a moment down with fear.

Trouble comes right out of nowhere. so much open space in nowhere, lots of trouble, colorin’

If and only if you are fortunate, you will find out why you are alive before your mind fails you

From the innocence and ignorance of the infant to the reverent erasure of the recollection sin

Extinction precedes the essence so row your boat like there’s no tomorrow, life’s but a dream.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, July 14th, 2020 @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Blasted this out of outerspace while listenin’ to a Bruce Springsteen Pinkpop Festival concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dzkecxiSwdY }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JustWaitOnePhuyqnMinute @Eminem @Santana

A-TRAIN SCAT @TRUMP2020

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 13, 2020

___________ #FeelMe #FeelYou ____________

Shown the only way to rock and roll down the straight and narrow path, birth, love & death

If there’s anything else under the star, it’s a modification of being ignorant of angelic cursors

A reason for everything including the lack of evidence for life after death, stone blind birth

Nothing other than that blind faith, preached and echoed blind faith of a priest & professors.

If what you think and say and write isn’t against the Free Speech of All, Love up to the sky

Throw down the sticks and let them pile in random order, I’ll pick them up in due Time flow

Compared to the idiots who speak with forked tongues, liars and cheaters who gotta be high

Neutral between forward and reverse, I’m parked, my lights are off, silent and heavy blow.

Thoughts of blind sights and silent sounds, like playing ball alone, in a solo game of Sorry

Movin’ around the game board in counter clockwise direction, players like NASCAR drivers

if you’re so smart and pretty why don’t you sing it loud? You’re not certain it’s true, illusory

Mountains and oceans a result of Big Bang evolution and disintegration in Space’s infinity

Compared to my father and mother, I am a skeptic and no friend of my parochial mind bend

Product of the cross, of the crusaders holy protection of a holy grail, in an instant I will offend

Believing in infinity, that there’s no origin of the universe, it always was and will be copy RNA

All there is in this matrix of rock, sea salt and living DNA, just everything in the Cosmos’ Ra.

Wasted in the middle of a search to find an occult meaning of Reason, logical deduction vein

Into the deep purple smoke of the cloud above the #Nines’ zoot suits, skirts to kill a princess

Daughters, sisters, mothers and girlfriends give some men their due, 3 meals a day, sugarless

To be or not to be saved by the bells and the consummation of the pills’ compact of the pain.

Always thinking that if I stop thinking that I won’t exist as an ape, therefore I’m here & now

Although at some point in the random future in store for all of us, we’ll disintegrate and how

As if you needed to be reminded of the tramps that are conceived and die in a gutter rat Sin

Born naked up country or down in the hollar, there’s a place in outerspace for ONE, chosen.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, July 13th, 2020 A.D @ 5:55 PM PST

{ Generated from the ether while listenin’ to #MonaLisaCARLOS SANTANA on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/95y10tZAzCw }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?