#AlteredCarbon #EyeGotAGoodMindToShakeYouUp #SpeedUpToSlowDownToLightSpeed

GO IT ALONE ON BORROWED TIME

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, July 18, 2020

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At an early age, the indoctrination begins with the blank program, no rewards, so heretofore

Avoidance of the pain and suffering of punishment for being wrong, now that is a motivator

Therefore, know that you’re thinking as internal thought and an outer expression, and how!

At least write it in the sand so it sees the light of day for a moment in time, it’s here and now.

On the elevator then up the escalator on the way to the seventh heaven beyond me, a sin-nah

Where angels fear to go for the good of their wings and asexual nature, a rubber soul cantina

They were created by an imaginary creator of a cosmic egg, a universe full of hell’s big balls

Comfortable in your skin with nobody and a quarter pound of bones, mind’s hot cat calls.

Mercy and a grant of gracious hosting of aliens from another world, another place in Space

Probably where we thought our dearly departed went to, they came from there, it’s closed

Nobody else gains entry through any portal at all, front or back door, optimistic, cute face

Mind inside over the Matter outside gives anyone thinking the notion that you’ve got foes.

A jinx or a string of bad luck dealing the circumstances in random form, trying to stir the pot

With or without you, it doesn’t matter at all, It came around, It went around, It will come hot

Like a well-fired side-arm that you draw and holster in one second, fire a round in moments

Ready to aim and fire, just in case the monsters show up at the door, #FakeNews miscreants.

Symbols hidden while cymbals become symbolic of an ultimate truth about the nature of bees

Birds and bees mate for survival’s variation enhancement of their DNA genome’s at-will tease

Uncomfortable Truth coming so stand by for a Word, shattered the philosopher’s stoned hide

It could have been much worse, I may have never breathed air or drank water, or even died.

At the precipice of the cliff there is only dense fog up unto infinity but not beyond the Void

Pathway at the crossroads must be tread upon, there is no alternative to a flying spy droid

The Many will perish but the Few will survive beyond the attempt as species extinction-hood

They will remain to replenish the order in the middle of the revolution, chaos’ bad and good.

Locked but there’s both a key and a combination of twice to the right, once left and one right

That’s all it takes to feel the mystery burn inside your soul, in your head and you cannot fight

Immortal soul maybe, mortal body a certainty principle, what I did, do and shall do, a hokum

That’s not right and it’s not fair but it is the Way It Is and keep in mind, a kingdom will come!

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r j j stephan, i { #HORUS header }

c. Saturday, July 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #IDontCare (IDGAF) @Daryl's House Club WITH Patrick Stump & other tidbits with other #Famous artists ALSO link @ https://youtu.be/WkC4tYCNG4s }

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

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 16, 2020

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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.?