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SURVIVAL ACCIDENT, @DARWIN SCORNED

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, July 24, 2020

***** @MonaLisa Come over here! *****

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I’m an old man and I took a cabin cruiser out to high water, deep, cherry red hot, hint of mint

Recollecting leaves growing in Chicago, in grandpa’s back yard full of plants he grew, a hint

Recollect the saliva flowing the way down to the DNA replication of cells, no mitigation force

From hostile, unknown characters comin’ at y’all like in a video game to a silent death choice.

Nothing but water in sight, no land in sight, orphans with no mothers anywhere in thinking

Satisfaction is to feel what your own mother felt when you were in her womb, 24/7 sleeping

A virtual reality of accuracy errors that force One to consider the nature of the beast in total

Discovery of the Truth about why life exists, humanity in particular, random courage of soul.

Migration and mitigation of the factors in the equation, an idiot box #Dimwit transmission

So, the gods let there be Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, all problem children with faux complexity

It’s not their fault that they act the way they do nor their fault that they were soul fused hags

Therefore, they act with impunity and without remorse for the misguided, idiot sperm bags.

Fortune rules this Space and Time, not me nor my particular fix, an AC/DC 266 pound thing

A few times I got lucky and chalked it up to a coincidence but I probably won a bee’s spelling

Words in a sequential order that puts a whole lotta Rosie in the path of the effective way to be

Orphans & well=bred boys & girls & all of y’all between, have a devil within, free of a trinity.

I hear the words and sounds of speakers rockin’ and I’ve seen many come and go, good & bad

Now the bad boys truly did know ‘ow to boogie, 7th sons or not, welfare kids or not, it’s so sad

On the one hand you know you’ve got to survive and try to cover my obligated responsibilities

If you’d have felt what she did, that you’re a bad boy, white lies, deep blue sea, too good to be!

My father said to forget about it, to stop thinking that I had any control, pops was a hero-bull

I tried to persuade him that the Way was straight and narrow, like a laser-focus eye-beaming

A fight you and I didn’t ask for but we’re equipped to fight fruitlessly to the death, inevitable

All One atom in an infinite multiplicity of sub and macroscopic blues, Alcatraz to Rikers Isle.

I was a fool for your stockings, I got cross for a minute and I killed the man who crossed you

I criss-crossed the street just to get to the other side quicker than usual, I was double crossed

Behind a motive for justice, there was an intent to stop any future transgression from the ilk

Hound dogs barkin’ now, gonna chase the prey up the tree, I got a shot, wait, Tequila or milk.

So, I found out that all you get when you get old as the hills is gray hair on your head & soul

Singin’ for the dream to continue on the beaten path, infinite hold on to me, I’m on a slowroll

In love and it’s got a hold on me just like I have nothin’ to say about it, never felt this before

If I only could kill the fantasy, it must be love, golden heart’s happy, movin’ me on the floor.

Y’all got to square the conclusions you’ve reached by now, deductions so full of false premises

Not for any diabolical reason but for a humanitarian one, for the sake of the props to a skull

Crossbones of all dumb people who helped me see myself, down at the crossroads’ sea breeze

In a boat on one of the seven seas, bottom dropped out, on riffs & waves of the end, #Painful!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, July 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 2045 hours Friday Night

{ Writin’ & rockin’ with Eric Clapton & Dire Straits concert 1988, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nPIsm5AJdn4 }

#SlowHand

 & A 1 & A 2

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GargantuanMidgets #MinisculeGiants @DaffyDuck

DAFFY DUCK & FAUX EINSTEINS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 23, 2020

----- #NoSunshineSheIsAllGone -----

Better off not to walk in the footsteps of whomever came before, they fell off the grid’s blood

Not because they were stupid but because they followed the leader with no question of teams

Peels all of the covering off the empty center of the being of the Matter and Form of red Mud

Maritime and fairy-time complete the full circle, around the sea and around my lucid dreams.

Perfection is the event that comes after all of the chaos, from random to planned parenthood

Earth monkeys multiply while the Earth revolves and shakes US all to the foundation’s cave

Dark and deep inside the rock that rolled out of the blown star, stayed over as infinity’s slave

What you don’t know will hurt you in the end, that is it’s sole function, ignorance, bliss, pain.

Ignorance of a daffy duck, just playing, swimming, looking for something to swallow or screw

All of the good, the bad and the ugly all rolled into one big ball of the right stuff, I’m all in too

Not because I had free choice but because mamas and papas who began this trip of God biz

Found out that there is none, just emptiness without any afterlife, this is it, this is all there is.

But hey, I’m just a duck, I hear the humans have a direct communication skill with the divine

Quacks call themselves doctors and shysters call themselves lawyers, why do we all think so?

Because that’s the Truth, it all comes down to this in a nutshell, people living & dying to roll

It doesn’t matter 100 years from now or ago, what matters is that you take it in, it’s a cosign.

I will surf the tidal waves of H2O full of salt and micro-elements of a Big Bang’s fighting One

The Many will never make it through the ordeal, only One will because that’s the way it Is son

I don’t create the rules, I just observe and obey them for the sake of my own freedom from It

Being One is very lonely, that’s why I am the Many, I’ve got to admit, it appears life is a Skit.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, July 23rd, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/W5FfJ89rGPc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D

#YouMustBeKidding #OhNo #OMG #PRESENCE @JonnyLang @ZZTop & @LedZeppelin

LIFE IN A BELLJAR MATTERS, EH?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 22, 2020

-------- #WanderThisWorldAllAlone ---------

Mere trivia on the block like Jenny and her girls that fly like the window pane, see it’s a flirt

Just about all of the things you thought were true are fake and about to be debunked by Bozo

A clown in the hallway hangin’ on the walls of Jericho or New Mexico-Texas barrier weed dirt

Now the shorter. lesser ones want to be the fatter and greater, a man walks into a higher bar.

Misfit square pegs tryin’ to squeeze into a hamburger joint’s round hole, never to be tools

For a group or a clutch or a click of the mouse, you’re there in between sheets and the fools

Zooming from one to sixty nine in heaven to isolated maximum security solitary confines

In the end, it doesn’t really matter and even if it did, you have less power dead than alive.

For the umpteenth time of my life in a Bell-jar like a meatball in stew, ready to soak it up

I got cash, I got a cache, no man or woman can catch my screwball, it’s an impossible cup

I fired ‘em 80 mph down the pipe strikes hit for homers and fanned for a third strike blow

Nobody gets everything all the time, except One thing, that is Nothing, Emptiness of zero.

Purely a feminine thing to want to see me every day when I can’t even handle scuttlebutt

Sometimes I don’t even glance in a mirror or see a reflection of my countenance in glass

It ain’t nothing I’m missing and nothing I’m ever even gonna think about tiny cock block

Of the mice who were mighty and just plain old Mickey or Minnie or even the Kid Rock.

Spirits moved me more than once from the First Cause to the last second ago, I still dance

You never know if it’s gonna go longer than the last second, in this pressure cooker, living

Alive and no prospect of being someone’s FOOD, like all of the other animals and plants

Glory be to Skynyrd and those airplanes that don’t stay up in the sky, comin’ down to sing.

Don’t say you will if you won’t and don’t say you did if you don’t ‘cause it really don’t matter

Not to me, your parents or society, God got killed so it’s cool with the divine trapper/divider

As if way out of this world, off of the Earth grid is better than being here and now, it all dies

False prophets and free radicals out of the fear of the unknown honey, poke ivory-ebony eyes.

Darker sides than the moon’s Void on the far side where spotlights fail to illuminate function

Of mankind made a small step there but Man’s #BigStep was the 1st one, 3-2-1 blast ignition

You think you’re alive and you have forever to be creative next year to be holy or not be at all

Time waits for nobody, you can’t catch it to stop it like a butterfly in a Bell Jar, innocent plea.

I got some news for you and it might force you to take action again, I can see you get way high

Nothing left to see here, move on, go home, go about your business, ain’t nothing to see here

All the kings and queens women and men have no idea why they get woke & fall down to die

In the end, problem’s solved, black solutions are not up to you any more, All GD lives matter.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, July 22nd, 2020 @ 9:11 PM

{ Drafted while listenin’ to @ZZTop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wT3Kh-GgMbU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?