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Monday, August 31, 2020

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LONG IN THE TOOTH, HANG FIRE! *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, August 31, 2020

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For twice upon a time comes true only in dreams, repetition ad infinitum for the sake of stars

Burned being a bad thing or a good thing depending on One’s points of view, there are Many

From the simple subatomic particles to the macro solar systems and plethora of galactic bars

Where the gods are three sheets to the wind, surfing on a solar wind, it costs a pretty penny.

Details on the matter and form, the substance of the things themselves, there is Nothing else

For the last time, you & I drive home...after the night we went #AllTheWay, you got so scared

You wouldn’t speak with me for weeks, you may have been pregnant with a son of God thing

Else you just needed to go have some fun, on Cupid's Undie Run & #SuperSpreader #Faking.

I’m shivering, send the gang bangers to the #Twitter as #AsILieDying, ready, set up the blues

Mothers & sisters not only procreate the species’ planetary survival, extinction & #FakeNews

Stop is not an option in the ultimate termination of the pattern of civilized BBQ’s, I’m on Fire

Hot, sacred bonfire in sacred hearts and holy souls, twirl of swirl in a chasm, birds on a wire.

Thank the Roman and Greek and gods above this planet’s atmosphere for a 7th son’s fortune

If there is no solution to a problem then it’s not a problem at all, yet there is a single solution

#WhereIComeFrom there is no sun and no moon, there is no solar system of planetary belts

Send a billion humans out of here and now in rocket ships that come and go in somersaults.

I’m figuratively banging a gong while I personally play T.Rex, bang a gong ‘til you’re all gone

Of boredom like a gold fish or black molly in petri-dish existence, same old song, we cool cats

Nothing better but there’s one thing worse and that is not being alive at all, being skin & bone

Mercy being alive as savage, cannibals are hungry for the CoVid19, #BatFlu sons of dirty rats.

Too young then too old but there was a a NYC minute, momentum in a Twilight Zone too late

To be your idol, the saint above and beyond the normal humanoid genome is a privileged fate

Nothing to look up to and nothing to look down upon, just a boy turned into a man, evermore

Third eye blinded by Faith’s words, AHO, streetwalker scat-fire hung lowdown on the corner.

r j j Stephan Richard Joseph Stephan, I * #YouAndYourMaMa

c. Lundi, August 31st, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Scribbled down to Luke Bryan #OneMargaritaThreeMararitaShots & other #Top33s link @ https://youtu.be/YEq-cvq_cK4 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, August 30, 2020

#StuckInTheMiddleWithYou #ButWhyAreYouHere #EverybodyElseIsLongGone #ThatsAllFolks

SHOWOFFS & BLOCKED #TROLLS

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, August 30, 2020

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I will miss this place in Space when I see no more, vision becomes awareness of this 1’s Void

Utter singularity at the bottom of our hearts and deep within the blue blood of a hemorrhoid

It fires up the smoldering embers that haven’t been on fire in eons, running the dozens hoods

With or without you I move to the beat and rhythm of sirens crying to the stars of the woods.

Inside seven seas, It begins underfoot of transitory incarnations, homo sapiens drop a dime

The animal ovulation of Eve and the process of becoming present to in-breed & to reproduce

What this substance is, this effulgence pouring out from the center of the matrix’ ace & deuce

In a mix just to bring the alpha to face the omega before it’s Time yet it’s Space is in due time.

For me the most important chops and shreds I can muster is this iota of prime ribs off a slab

Vamanos means come on, let’s go in Latin and you’ve no free choice when you hear The Call

When Corazon Espinado comes in television, she’s replace by my love in my life, oh Carolita

She moves better than I and she thinks more clear and is actually God’s gift to this solo mio.

Nobody can ever stop me from being right next to the bones and a beauty bleeding bladder

Can’t play games with her that I learned from the block, in the hood world, she knows Fear

Nothing escapes the locks of the gold and silver mines within her 999 cc’s of off-grey matter

Meridians, perimeters, boundaries just more words for Nothing, the Void, All There Is here.

Out of the blues in and out of everywhere that you hope is more than it appears to be, empty

Specifically, if there is no river, there’s no creation of a river bed, if there’s no men to be free

Of the snakes and rats who seek and destroy what’s left over by random, holy rat’s odd maze

Mean streets and deadend crossroads up the freeway, down the turnpike, jam expressways.

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, August 30th, 2020 @10:10 AM PST

{ Drafted post-pandemic while listenin’ to #WhenTheGeneralsTalk by https://youtu.be/OcKcjpSWmm0 & @CarlosSantana #LIVE2020 https://youtu.be/Afaf6YWWqD4 & watchin’ #ShaoLin https://youtu.be/pcIuVT3X_UI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, August 29, 2020

#Movement & #Overture #RhapsodyInYourFace @MorganWallen @BrothersOsborne @TheRascals

LINE UP THE WHISKEY SOURS

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, August 29, 2020

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Skipped the parts that I couldn’t understand, taking tests about the content of my character

Vacant of matter and energy which is lost if it’s ever found within the thing itself, I hurt her

Hometowns are accidental and depend solely on whether or not a Soul is ready to be alive

On the subject of the action verbs that move the objects and predicates, it’s all illusory jive.

I know one thing only, that is a tautological argument, I know Nothing, Everything is Void

In the condo, on the beach, on a date or deep in trouble with the order of the laws of psychos

Preening their feathers dead underground, six or three feet under, depending on Pink Floyd

Breath is taken out of your face and lungs, like it or not, Time and Space’s clock of cuckoos.

Seven up and Seagram's 7 flow the conscious animal into the river current of pure happiness

Way before the last call for alcohol, three sheets to the wind and passed out in the high weeds

Everybody lost track of my boots, so did I, my bare feet missed my @TonyLlama hot cowboys

Stumbled in and out of the saloon always gettin’ a shot and a pitcher of Ale, need some toys.

Unionized for the imperfect pouring of whiskey into empty glasses, need to think hard about

Facts and pretensions to help make it through the daily grind of moving in and out of doubt

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, cousins, administrators, employers, y’all wanna be astute

I can’t create Reality, survival of foreign bodies is God’s double vision, so urgent to be caput!

She said I was out of line and there wasn’t a line at all, straight or curved, fast or slow, so true

Perfect to be a function of all there is, First Cause and the Big Bang fornicated the Big Bangs

Resolved by friction and spontaneous combustion, absence of form’s shapes’ crimson screws

Turning into the ultraviolet violins and the infrared trombones, holy rhapsody of the blues.

Fallen from trees, plateau cliffs and just tripped over my own size 10 clod hoppers, my Words

It sounds a certain way, leaves an impression of what can be repeated, tweeted like Freebirds

In or out of a pickle’s costume, dancing like everybody loves your moves, show off the delight

No chance to fail, success is the narrow Way I’ll always be right side, being wrong, let us fight.