#BootsNeedKnockin' #DownWithTheSound #UpWithTheFinger #TalkinSmackBlack

antifaBLM MOVE, FOMENT IDIOTS!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday ,  September 1, 2020

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We used to call the black and white film Silent Movies, then Talkies, Miles Davis’ stone cool

Intention of Power, your father in heaven, who found this power of the Herd-law & order rule

Not even one of the herd is allowed to get out of line, there’s no cowboys in a moral dilemma

Pertaining to the nature of the dream, the #Woke man and woman used to be infrared fella!

I can be a simple mind for a moment while I relate to ones who’ll never be a Hollywood stone

As you’ve been so far out of the mainstream thoughts of mankind for decades, it is well done

Grown from spores and eggs into the fodder for the spinning of the wheel of fortune, no loser

Never losing and always with everything I’ve begun with, a code, an idea is a singular winner.

Grapevine from origin to the final point of the whole shebang, the death of the person you are

What happens to all of the things you’ve done for the good of your soul? What happened to I

My ego has nothing to do with it, that’s an illusion that I’m different from the world’s Matter

Form of shapes lost, mostly a uniform 208 bones to frame It, six feet long void, a Haymaker.

Slapping us silly with information battles of losers who love to follow but it is never all over

And over ad infinitum, reincarnated from the gnats and gadflies we come loaded for the bear

You know about the lock and load routine but you must also bleed the philosophy of holy Ra

Both a general and a particular thing itself, the form takes on the matter and vice versa, ouila!

Pharaohs, Kings & Queens who have mercy on their subjects, they’re mortals, faith blinded

Requiring a miracle that is caused by the Will of the Power that projects the event as ended

Your ideas about what you see with your lying eyes can be your downfall to the lowest trauma

More resolutions than dilemmas of chaos’ #RaceWar’s Power to direct apes to fake Nirvana.

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r j j stephan, i wake-the-dead #BeWokeOnes

c. Tuesday, September 1st, 2000 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ SlamJam dunk, perusing Popeye’s hour-Classic link @ https://youtu.be/mlg2VJj837U }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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LONG IN THE TOOTH, HANG FIRE! *

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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.

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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.?

#StuckInTheMiddleWithYou #ButWhyAreYouHere #EverybodyElseIsLongGone #ThatsAllFolks

SHOWOFFS & BLOCKED #TROLLS

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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.

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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.?