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WHO SAID I SAID WHAT TIME IS IT?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 20, 2020

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Made myself a better man just by donning the mask of the lone ranger only over my eye sore

Not a mask around my eyes, those are exposed to the world, mucous membrane vulnerable

Should be wearing airtight goggles or maybe just a whole gas mask with an oxygen converter

Don’t shoot the messenger, it’s not the message that counts, it’s WHO sent the psychobabble.

Go straight to jail, don’t place the king in check, play games with surprise laws of extinction

When the dominant become the subordinate, then and only then will it be the right Timing

Timing isn’t just one of the many things it’s everything in Space, what it is to be humanity

Simple minded turncoats wandering the planet’s government, a sweet ode to my Monalisa.

Pretending to be in the middle of a chaotic symbiosis of sights and sounds of the deep zone

End zone or twilight zone matters very little because the fairy tale is in the end, a grand nun

Pile of deranged dirges, pretending to be balls of that there nucleic acid, well built nuke acid

Commandments of suggestions, forced to beg forgiveness for failure of others, I am the Kid.

When the going gets tough, life seems to get rough and you seem to have lost your touch

You just got to move on, roll with it baby whether it’s back and forth or to and fro, just go

Seasoned or not, the taste is just as good as honey’s sweetness and sugar’s tooth decay

Candy from the sugar mixtures of form and substance, in the crease of the Time slipper.

Cinderella or Esmeralda, either way you got to roll with it baby, like it or not, it is the Way

All who move their body weight through space are in charge of the mortality of such body

I’ve got a secret that is the original low down not given by moms and dads anymore, say

Talking loud or whispering the Word is one and the same yet one is preferred, a parody.

Inside of your head in your imagination or on the outside in the form of a faux cinematic sin

A movie has begun, it’s your presence in this life, a dirty lowdown self within, got a problem

For about a New York minute or so, maybe a minor moment or two, I thought I was trippin’

It was my mother and father who forgave me for eating the forbidden, juicy fruit of the vine.

Chambers of brothers and sisters don’t care what others say, it’s all about what they say y’all

Rules and regulations temper a judge’s verdict, humanity’s a gargantuan COVID-19 cue ball

It’s nine in the corner and five in the side, communion and confession of tiny children at risk

Perfect union of Time and Space intersecting at a matrix, vectoring to infinity’s epic sun disc.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, 7-20=2020 @ 9:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to LIVE Zztop #FoolForYourStockings link @ https://youtu.be/wT3Kh-GgMbU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JustBecauseOfYou #MonaLisa (my wife's top secret petname, she don't even know it...LOLs) #NeverTrustAnATOMBecauseTheyMakeUpEverything!

TOO YOUNG TO BE, MONA LISA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, July 19, 2020

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Mona Lisa, comin’ from the pocket, put the book or the paper down, you love me, don’t lie

It’s not as important as anybody thinks it is, to know what happens when you die, good bye

Punks and miscreants in charge of the nomansland of everything is wonderful now, 2 joints

One for the morning and one for the evening so the dead cells dying all feel the valid points.

Like man, we all gotta go someday just like the rest of the herd, just bungling in the jungle

Trippin’ like it’s wedding cake every single day, it’s a honeymoon with the struggle juggle

It won’t be over until the bitter end, a final gasp of gas going in and out a puff of happy smoke

Should have did this and that don’t count after that, it’s lights out, goodnight Irene, I’m woke.

Makin’ the grade 1-12 was a trip, college 4 year degree and retired from two deplorable jobs

Federally expressed in overnight form, lovin’ the FDX love, lovin’ the STATE love, pensioned

Walking among the poor people like me or the rich people like you and others, it’s like #Cake

Buttercream frosting all around and whipped cream roses atop, double choco-triple layered.

Bags of tricks opened in the dead of night so only the spirits can see and hear the music beats

Brass, string, 88’s, bongos, congas, maracas and girls shakin’ hips to and fro, sway of elites

No bums or poor guys without teeth and nice clothes allowed, don’t think about the facts

That life is more than a bowl of cherry pits or warm milk, it’s the testing ground for rejects.

To see if you can recover from being sentenced to Earth for X amount of days or revolutions

Finding out what ‘It” is all about is the first thing, second thing is reaching the final denizens

In heaven or hell or anywhere else in the matrix, if God can’t, won’t and don’t help, who will?

Communicate with your mom and dad in the aftermath, you’ll get the low down how to swill.

Hey baby, I know it’s been a long, long time but do you remember me? Yeah, I knew you too

I didn’t say a word to you and still the ‘thing’ happened without my permission, puppy lover

It passed by the space where I stood and became a faded memory of what I didn’t do, to you

Could have made your hips spread with 6 kids and a valley of tears, I’m just gettin’ over blue.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, July 19th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #DoYouRememberMe Carlos Santana Mona Lisa on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NE-yIfy9y_Y }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }