#FUNKADELIC #IBetYa #SomebodyHelpYourself #BEGBUGS

BEDBUGS & THE COCKAROACHES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, August 12, 2020

--------------------  #YouBetcha ------------------

It ain’t my fault that you get up too late for breakfast and too early for supper, so bite me

And I mean that in the most respectful way, it is a privilege to take a nip at flesh and bone

Cynical scuz oozing from all pores in the universal hole, just because you thought I’d gone

Nothing was left to hold the matter inside of the framed form of skin and muscle red meat.

Down by a river or at the top of the highest mountain’s volcanic, holy pyre, mountain dew

Out of a conceptual analysis of the DNA in the nuclei of what we seem to be, to me, to you

Whatever that happens to be to avoid the pain’s suffering of wisdom and knowledge’s bum

Success and failure, two ways of looking at identical things from separate forms, #151 Rum.

Hiding in the woodwork, where the light never shines, as it is and always will be, in The Dark

Where power exists in an amorphous form of being, not just any shape of a thing itself, mark

With an X, Y or a Z as in every case, all unknowns are an empty string theory of Annihilation

Empathetic to the cause of being in a struggle to be a ubiquitous master of your mama’s sin!

Original in the woodwork of everything that’s built of tree wood, insects eat it at a rock event

If fire doesn’t turn it to ash, it will be the excretions recycled from the animation of tiny bugs

Good things to eat if you’re hungry, starving is the word, no bread or wine in the confinement

What I will to happen in the quest for survival may or may not be, but it may be heaven sent.

I concur with the conclusions deduced with good intentions, we’ve no reason to go #HeelsUp

Speakin’ Chinese on my computer chips now, I have no idea what it means by squiggly in-out

This and that object does something to someone or something else, blabbing, babbling about

Crawling around in the shadows, out of sight, out of mind yet always everywhere, #phqedUp!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, August 12th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:25 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic from 1970, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4vYZ0LQkWo0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TuesdayTwiceThriceDice #HungryAndUnderfed #OldJazz #TwoAndFive #AllThatJive #SixFeetInTheClay #DirtyLittleSnake

ZYGOTE BALONEY, ME & A TROLL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, August 11, 2020

****************  #BrokeNews ***************

It’s all the atoms in the world in One ion, so tiny it’s nearly invisible to an electronic scope

Like a quark, it’s gone the moment it’s in a space in time, a constant of animation on dope

With or without the essence of the dream being fleshed out into the analysis of Reality’s Id

A thing itself that you are so in tune with you have no idea that you are what it is, you’re It.

Fortune or not, it’s a matter of being in the right place in space at the right moment’s time

No other way to do it, it’s got nearly nothing to do with intention and desire, that is the rub

I’m told it has everything to do with my own personal power to cause effects as I desire ‘em

Think about this or that and boop, there it is like magic behind a full court press of fake love.

In a play, in a movie, on a stage or a natural mother scene, land, air and sea, link wind blows

Every single one of the living things, human or any other species of animal-plant, One & done

Coming into prominence with a doctorate in Meta-logic, nobody alive to disagree with holes

Where every argument goes with propositional predication, conclusions, command illusions.

Gas blown, rocks cracked, crushed and annihilated in the Bang of the Bigs, doin’ the Irish jig

Feelings of the electronics causing the static and getting the ending in order for a Singularity

Spies only because of the way of warriors, wanting to know the defense of a silly, dilly dilly

Before the hammer comes down, a hero comes home to cajoling by draft-dodgers, gods dig?

In the outside of the inner sanctum, there’s no air to breath so you can suffocate or suck it up

You didn’t ask to be conceived into this life but now that you’re here, it’s all on you, your bag

First Cause you are of everything you do, it’s not your coach or mother’s or father’s fault, see?

Your invisible soul has an indelible memory, you are obligated to be human, what I am to be.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Mardi, August 11th, 2020 A.D @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Ray Charles #TheBirthOfSoul #SoulDeepOne on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/f3AFhSsRyyk }

 <3 span="">

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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

THE MASK, NO SNAKES ATTACHED

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, August 10, 2020

------------- #NoCreditRequired --------------

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.

by

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.?