#InequalityRulesTheCosmos @WARtheBand @TheBeatles @PaulRevereAndTheRaiders3n #NoKarenInTheMix & the @WTOrg

THE MASK, NO SNAKES ATTACHED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, August 10, 2020

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New masks stick to your face’s soft skin or beard, no need for the ear thingies to hang fire

Finally we can breathe freely again without the horrible strings that are always attached

Captain obvious giving the lowdown on the latest crowd control feature, our funeral pyre

Grim news that you may or may not grin and bear, not bare or nekid just a grin detached.

If it’s your custom to cover the nose and lips of the woman, you’ve succeeded as a dove

Eyes are most important when you see what’s underneath them, everyone has eyes’ sin

Which is to look and see what attracts the inner genome to reproduce it’s own, kind of

Or exactly the DNA swarm that evolution adheres to, beauties and beasts of the session.

It might be yellow or blue, plain white or logo of your favorite team or life’s immortal blue

Bottom line is, you keep your carbon dioxide inside of your body when y’all breathin’ slop

You and your hated and loved ones all lived on Earth with viruses for centuries, now too

Games played when you were a Karen on @KarenRecordsInc big time voice of Ginger top.

As a prima face type of argument, full of assumed to be true propositions leading to the Ends

Conclusions both induced and deduced from the morass of minion dribble of word saladings

Performed for the audience of nobody but the getting ready to die, while still alive, my friends

Substance of the murders and killing for your country’s liberty is death of your moms & dads.

Whatever you do, don’t do it without your eyes being open, wide opened to the world of gods

Third World enclave of the mothers and sisters from the West side of Chicago, kill no robots

You and I see the things that matter most to the law abiding, gangs of light feet, Marx gasps

Out or in, off or on, life and death is the serious thing that’s happening, laughing off my asp.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, August 10th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Intelligence of the counterintelligence to name my huge Space and Time matrix, #Duh! This piece achieved while being inspired by The Beatles #BeatlesForSale on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SUQD8MwEOfs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ItIsFinished #NoItsNot

ROCKIN’ HARD BING BONG, JAZZ

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, August 9, 2020

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Dreams I will have or not, come true every single time, no dream means nothing to see here

Astronaut confirmed, something is moving quickly in space and it’s not the Humans of fear

I had a secret but I found out that everybody already knows this fact of life, replicate and die

Or don’t replicate, just live and die in L.A. or Chicago, London or Tripoli trying to get so high.

It’s not my fault that the lame apes are rattling their cages, I hear the commotion loud & clear

For the purpose of being, origin of human DNA is a ghost pretending to work for white bread

I’m begging you to walk along the watchtower without me, a step away from a shot and a beer

Negative interest & neutral power idling, pistons combusting sparks of coitus’ fruit of dread.

Black hole sun, a son of gun, every man’s everything, worries and intentions of the realm

Where and when things happen is right there in front of our very eyes, what we see is film

At 5 or at 10, either way the things themselves wander and wonder about the nature of life

Universe down to the quark, it’s all one and the same, the unknown, it’s all about my wife.

Attempting to forget about the fact that you are dreaming, sleeping in your ma’s father’s bed

Flowers or feathers both softer than the rocky crags of a dead star, Earth’s ground, the dead

Miraculous conviction and blind faith in the Word and the Given, as if Life depends on This

Speech, sounds, songs, sweet nothings in her ear, I am her Father, take my daughter in Bliss.

It’s on the road, the purple and silver projectile of the Greco-Roman spear-gun, a remote rat

Thoughts left over once flesh and bone rotted back into the Cosmic Stew hodgepodge in a vat

I’m alright now and nobody worries about me, no worries, it’s all good, we’ve got this mirage

It seems real, it is not real, it’s an illusion of confusion, it’s what we do, how we roll on stage.

Portions of the broadcast are pre-recorded as opposed to post-recorded, it will never, ever be

Once it’s transmitted into the ether, it’s at the point of no return, there’s no rebate or do over

Everyone and everything is in the same ocean liner, it floats until it sinks, locked in a coffin

Of and for old Davy Jones the monkey and the pirate’s seven seas’ foundation of mortal sin.

Nice to sin in a vacuum where accountability is a no brainer, if you act, you are the bad actor

Once an act is performed, the actor’s responsible for repercussions, slams of Thor’s hammer

Thunder Bear & Thunder God both reign above and below the empty vacuum, it’s all Homer

Comedy and tragedy, my Royce ride, I’m what it’s become, a word-up-Pin, there Is no Other.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, August 9th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Ruptured the fabric of Space and Time this AM, while listenin’ to the mighty #WARtheBand #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hKmGUIM1uAI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CrayCray #OnIt #GalacticGuardians

SWEET LORD, #CHITOWN HOOKS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, August 8, 2020

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Women and men shading their nekid kid and give their best shot to fool the inner 6th sense

That all of these mothers and fathers know how to tell their kids that they will eat ignorance

Told not to worry and everything will turn out fine if you keep on crankin’ out the miraculous

Fine in the end and so fine appearing in the form of beauty, natural with or without all of us.

Now, later I’ll tell you what happened before you were conceived as a kid on the block, Thing

Nothing more nor less than you’ve been taught by the family you trust. all boxing’ in the ring

Formula One or Forty Nine matters not even a twit, it’s all sayin’ nothin’ while makin’ noises

In a formula with no recipe written down with directions to create, two wrongs make it right.

Squirts of the Truth squeezed out the turnip greens of farmland dirt, crust of Earth’s butter

Naughty yet natural in the mind of the beholder, speaking from experience I’m not bashful

Needing and wanting inside of the 208 bones and miraculous experience of pains to suffer

Working for the score to become even-Steven, as if it ever was in the first place, be merciful.

Cause of all these effects from Earth’s core to outer Space is an Unknown, almighty specter

Supreme Being, First Mover of Everything in the Cosmos, in every atom, a molecular factor

Songs of beats and twangs, voices of air and convulsing lips and throats, sugar a pretty mate

If you have a sweet one, you’re mating will succeed, if not, it’s a lonely life ‘til your last date.

No can do, can’t love you because you aren’t the One that I’d die for, I’d have to let y’all go

But for The One, a funeral pyre is all I can hope for, I can’t sit on star clouds in Space, yoyo

Never a chance I’d be good boy in Hehl either, probably organize a break out, a reincarnate

Be that as it may, being as such is a matter of a dream form, displayed for a cool, fake fate.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, August 8th, 2020 A.D. @ 8:88 AM PST

{ Jammed this out while listenin’ to Marvel Comics #GuardiansOfTheGalaxy soundtrack link @ https://youtu.be/pS33w9vnJHI }

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W.W.A.R.D.?