It's always alright, just let it go... #TakeMyWordForIt

KALEIDOSCOPE BUTTERFLY, HERD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, July 17, 2020

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Imagine the look on the face of another elephant seeing this glorious sight of a butterfly fuss

This is what happened to Dumbo the elephant after he grew up and flew away from the circus

A pachyderm away from the herd is a target for predators who’ll kill, near the tower of Babel

Our colored faces are covered to kill prejudice and racism, like a surgical mask, a harem veil.

Big-top bigots of insanity runnin’ the treasure contest, that got overlooked by 20/20 visions

Warrior by default, watcher of battles twixt gangs, blade fights, drawn Smith-Wesson gatguns

Appearances and existence of the stuff, the things themselves are made of mortals’ sinnery

Mind’s the matter and matter’s the mind, there’s no two ways about it, a purple que for me.

Above this Earth and below the uttermost echelon of the pit of Hell with the other pretender

Trouble is as trouble does, or so I’ve been told in the poker game or at the race trace, I bet it

I’m all in for the Ends to come from wherever they’re at, any time, I’m sarcastic nite & day

From Puerto Rico on north all the way thru the U.S. and up through Canada to the arctic ice.

For the sake of Benjamins in any form or shape, it’s essential, a supernatural narrow byway

A pachyderm never forgets but what do they have to recollect? Nature of being and nothing?

Where are the predators who want to eat flesh instead of the plants and roots, game playing

From the dawn to the dusk, staying healthy, wealthy and wise is the only way to fly far away.

Hollywood’s the #Chit and it’s a matter of time before it turns into tan pebbled and beaches

Grass on the greens and fairways with 18 holes to drive, chip and putt into 18 empty holes

Now and then, this and that will come up in the dialogue, in the conversational monologue

A wanton squeal out of the traitors who commune in the socialist trough of a Jesuit rogue.

I got a hunch that I’m always right about everything, reasoning, rationality, logic tools too

There is nothing I don’t have so that I can figure out the reason for being all too humane

Many have come before my humble self, preached their pitch and left an echo in the rain

Spare parts and the used cartoonish flimsy-slam being marched to, by the minions of Sin.

Fact is, evolved microbes are now responsible for their own swollen, animated hemorrhoid

There never, ever was any divine creature-god above and beyond the atmospheric lectern

It’s all right inside this envelope of gas, ask any astronaut that left for a moment to return

Finding that everything they’ve come to understand before the flight is now One with Void.

Spanish Harlem or Little Italy Chicago makes no difference to the Irish, English and French

Not in America, not in these mighty United States, including Islands and Aleutian sea scum

Streets are as hot as the ocean water only they’re hard, cookin’ asphalt, the fire hydrant fun

Elephants never forget how Cuervo Tequila #FireWater rocked the world online, naturally!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, July 17th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Bled this out while listenin’ to Carlos Santana 2 hours of #Supernatural on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MNcB0l0H9qE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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

CONFLICT OF A LITTLE SAUCY CHIT

by

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.?