#PeckingOrderReversed #AdInfinitum @CheechAndChong @DorisDay #Again #Again #Again... #Yo #Mama

CONFLICT OF A LITTLE SAUCY CHIT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 16, 2020

------------------ AGAIN, AD INFINITUM ------------------

Come to think of it, it’s meant to be, all American women look like they’re in an Arab harem

All of the grandfathers who are dead and gone are rolling over in graves, no mask on them

Bones don’t need a virus that can’t be killed, we kill all viruses alive in the old sugar shack

Uncomfortable as a seventh shot of whiskey on an empty stomach, the night fades to black.

Telegraph the message to the Western Union man at the train station, all the tracks are gone

There’s no way to get over the canyon so stop and reverse, return eventually, all said & done

There’s rules and regulations to the game that I never signed on to play, yet I am the best

Nobody ever born on Earth could ever beat me since I always win the magic potion test.

Given theorems and resulting equations of the Calculus and a Trigonometric conundrum

There’s no reason to fear death while you’re alive other than avoiding pain and suffering

Getting and staying healthy to get the maximum benefit from existence as a human drone

That itself is all there is because without this body and soul, so to speak, there’s nothing!

Now then, everybody on Earth who comprehends the nature of our beast within, is NOT alive

We’re the ones that are dead and gone even though we’re awake, walking around to love jive

A moment after the boys and girls die, they’ll know the reason why they lived at all, God send

No other story available at this moment, a rumor is all I have, a token of blind faith’s stipend.

Pecking order of the peckers lined up in the soup line is tough guys first, ladies second fiddle

Carry your books home from school, got a kiss at your back door so your sister could giggle

Market is up and Gold is up, that’s all I care about until the last breath I take of pure tequilla

Salt, shot down, lime, repeat several times for desired effect I can never stack on a tortilla.

Uncertainty principles from songs that remain the same give the impression that we all care

But we do not care like you’d suspect that we should, if we ain’t wealthy and healthy, forget it

In a more measured way when you were supposed to be measuring efficiently already, be fair

Looks like you know nothing and you’ve said enough, that is #Everclear, Nothing is The Chit.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Cheech & Chong on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3mYwow08Wyc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WTF Time is it? #FourThirty? again? it's early!

SUCCUMBING TO THE SUCCUBUS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 16, 2020

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I have absolutely no choice, this is my responsibility and my obligation, all mine, my soul

What you and I see and hear, taste, smell, touch and in general malaise, #Feel is the role

We get as the humanity of the civilized Earth planet of this Black Star above, don’t be a rat

It will blind you and burn your retina and cornea, even might strike you as blind as a bat.

You are indeed what you eat and what you dream between conception, holy self-extinction

Wear a mask or not, you will die in the end either in your sleep, accident of circumstance, son

All of the money men can muster, gold or paper or dot matrix will not buy immortality pies

There is only One piece, at peace and never divided into any manifestation of imperfect lies.

When Mona Lisa shows her face, my world stops moving, cause to effect, stuck in quicksand

In Paris or Sacramento, Milan or Tokyo, songs remains the same, out of time’s synchronicity

Simple to put the complex into perspective with a snort of Elmer’s glue, stopping my godsend

Amazing you with the dazzle of diffused ultraviolet or infrared wavelengths of finite self pity.

Come along with the useless expansion of the dot matrix, a point on a Void, smile widely now

Fine line crossed between happiness and hopelessness, lovin’ the mind drinkin’ in Earth pain

In forms of ground powder swallowed in libations, magic smoking flowers of Miss Mary Jane

Playin’ in sand boxes and then in bands until the final act of the play, we’ll all say, “And how!”

Separation from the Earth Mama, wife of your daddy, abandoned by a heavenly Father too

Oh mama mia, it’s all prima vera from here in this space, right now in this time ending blue

I am not the first and I won’t be the last to have eyes wide shut, not able to observe the Truth

Lies are what I swallowed, from Origins of Mankind to the Fate of the dead heads, forsooth.

Hot air bags full of anything like atoms of star gas enveloped, rubber containers of dinobone

Extinction of species in this world occurs ad infinitum until the White Dwarf collapses home

Back into it’s original Singularity where Nothing’s seen or heard from ever again, nevermore

Plan to make you blue is set, by surprise is the only way to find out, opened a grapevine door.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, July 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Persuaded the muse to let me translate this gibberish into golden honey drips while listenin’ to Creedence Clearwater Revival on youTube #HeardItThroughTheGrapvine on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/jCfUxn2VMT8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LetsSeeHowFarWeGo #Oversimplification @Santana @Matchbox20

QUE SERA, QUARK QUANTUM, EH?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 15, 2020

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I like your pants around your talons darlin’ and you know, it ain’t that hard to figure you out

It’s all a matter of reading the tea leaves and consulting the Ouija board’s spirit of mild doubt

Monuments built and then knocked down into the dust, to forget about the past, repeat it kid

Just like you cannot learn, you cannot teach, you are a useless piece of DNA on the path to Id.

Just trying to procreate the species not trying to be clipped winged bird heads, like yourself

No more eagle flights in the dodo bird avian race and there’s nothing you can do about it all

Just sit back and watch as the dominoes knock down the front to the back and of a li’l rascal

Swearing to the highest power that exists in the cosmos, neither someone nor Nothing itself.

I’ve hunted for a bird, a chick since I fell out the nest, mother didn’t come get me, need a bird

Immaculate conception or victim of love matters not one bit, just to touch it once, say a word

A prayer or recitation of a speech or just lyrics to a song read aloud in a poetry slam, either or

Coming to an exit at the entrance of the form’s shaped matter, a century leaves dust and dirt.

Now, about the molecular structure of the mind, the personality, the spirit, a soul to run fast

Mighty mice fly and put tom cats and bull dogs in the barn with the horses’ assed backwards

Walking through you got the impression that horses gave you their only sign of derision, #ass

Fear and courage merged in the twilight zone, above that place in space where Singularity is.

A guiding light away from the heebie jeebies moves your holy spirit closer to the Final End

Place that’s reserved for the creme del la creme and the elite mega-billionaire's colored skin

Here’s who loves ya baby, you know where I live so come on over for dinner and a B-movie

All you see is all you get for now and until QUARK quantum manifests, I will be or I will be.

Nobody can see it where it hypothetically could have been if it would have been, in the pocket

Reason and logic dictate the hypothetical and deduce the conclusion most logical to ebb flow

From bunk beds of barracks in basic training, Lackland 1971 San Antonio to 2020 Nantucket

In the circus or on the stage, it’s life’s essence of existence, philosophical morons often blow.

Sometimes they don’t blow, they just suck frequently enough to get wrinkles in their cheeks

It’s work to keep the skin soft and wrinkle free, magic potions required, also need a trip/fall

Mona Lisa moved millions from seeing nothing and then her flat face in a book or on a wall

Punks with or without me become whomever they’ll be, today and tomorrow just like freaks.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, July 15th, 2020 A.D. @ 10:10 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to Carlos Santana #LoversFromAnotherTime on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/FkE2TJ6pgoE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?