@ACDC @ZZTOP #HaveMercy

ALL MY MATES, BING BANG BONG! 

by

Richard Joseph Stephan * Friday, September 25, 2020 

----- #NothingVenturedEverythingGained -----

Full house of aces and queens who hook up every century like it frozen cool or not at all

It might be the case that you are qualified or not, nothing really matters, we all in freefall

On the roof of the place you call your home, it’s over your head ape-like April’s fool show

Monkeys have a religion just like the humans and the demons, it is what it is, ain’t it G?

Morphological display in the mirror, full frontal, full turn lookin’ out at the movie stars

They burn in the darkness, your idiot mind thinks that the pope will rule the Left’s bars

If a Roman Catholic baptized and educated, indoctrinated into the way of the stoonads

Roe v. Wade means that it is not murder or killing when you voluntarily abort Gods.

For the sake of the middle of the road where the edge of tomorrow rolls into a big ball

On one end and the other of the line, drawn between here and there, hear the wolf call

Behind the wall, in back of the barn, underground in the sewer, right in front of my eyes

Blink about the Singularity, be conceived without a will, gestate, birth, death to the skies.

Reason made easy to follow, to repeat the identical word sequence is the way we know

Words formed into sounds and written in gibberish on cave walls or paper, ad nauseum

Bizarre grief for the fallen soldiers, winners and losers, all of this is really all about them

As a monkey saith, don’t believe everything you hear, heroes or villains, in gods we trust.

Your move was Queen to King’s Knight Three, checkmate, game’s over for me now, and how

I shall retire by just resigning the next several games before they begin, I am in charge now

The game’s rules remain the same, in the end, nothing matters, if it did, nobody would care

Reason DNA code’s are the form of matter is because #BingBangBongs will never whimper.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, 9-25-2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to AC/DC #Soulstripper #1 HIT EVER on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CgPgNzQYQQ4 }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoLimitations @CalUnicornia #DontYouWorryBoutAThing

#CalUnicornia, WOKE UP MY WOOD

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 24, 2020

----------------- #SystemSixteen -----------------

A violin concerto on a Stradivarius is my pick today, Hungarian Rhapsody #2 or all for One

In your spigot’s flow from your empty, shallow soul you repeat A thru G scales ad nauseum

Merging chords and arpeggios into a coherent piece of movements which none other than I

Will play and record for cyberspace and the matter medium, where energy is a #TikTok pie.

So, you moved from your restful sleep to your action, dancing down a dreamscape walk

On and on it goes from the alpha particle to the Big Bang’s omega finale, Singular stink

How much can you see in back of you without a rear view mirror? Nothing in general talk

Parasites and sycophants inadvertently become the need when they ought to be extinct.

I am aware that the sky cannot fall since the word is the abstract concept some SOB’s spun

Far away, just eight miles high where the angels and astronauts roam on a magic bus of fun

No shame, out of control, changing trajectory with the thrusts of the afterburner jets, my son

As I use the fuel, I replenish the diminished volume by alchemical, crystal blue persuasion.

Truth of that thing called love, that rainbow that comes and goes depending on the refraction

In the air, it is how the light travels as the invisible smoke signals of the one in me, holy sun

Star burning the raindrops back into their hydrogen and oxygen atomic molecules, here, now

Someday and sometime sooner or later, there will be a battle between the Good and Evil cow.

Joy’s the money, it is the gold, it is the matter that makes up the me ethereal things of Atom

It goes on and on to the lurking nothings to look at and talk about, castle of love in old Rome

Chastity and Charity in diametric odds, withholding love or outpouring love, nun or sex-slave

Mercury to Pluto time draggin’ bow to string caused Sonny’s A game, one pitch, got the save.

Blind faith with perfect 20/20 eyesight of the ‘E’ chart on the wall, still misinterpreted things

All of the ambiguity and the inability to analyze the predication of concepts and lord’s rings

Compared to the analogies and irrational arguments, Truth, reasons for being alive, All I seek

The Beautiful, Sorrow & Joy everywhere in Space, blinding light, I #Wokeup at #Shitzcreek!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, 9-24-2020 A.D. @ 11:11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted jammin’ Stevie Wonder #LightMyFire youTube @ https://youtu.be/fNkesGbt3vc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#VowToVowNotToVow #GiveInPutOutBeExtinctAnyways #AsymptomaticCureForCoVid19DNA

GOD’S ABORTS, BUT WHY? HOW?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, September 23, 2020

----------  #overpopulateForAsymptomatics ----------

Here’s one good reason to go on with the original sin fiasco, we got a raw con game to hide

The exact moment we opened our eyes and rolled out of the nest, the sack, a fool’s cave-hive

No matter if you’ve made a mistake or not, it’s a random roll of the die and I ain’t gonna faint

It’s not up to you or me this time around, it’s up to the powers that be, a thing itself we ain’t.

Time and the infinite Space to hide every spin of the Earth, a finite wobbling of divine blades

But this is it, all we have, from One to many, random concepts, above & below, Cielo & Hades

Desire what you need, stand up with your 208 bones and hundred muscles, will to be ego free

Liberty with no struggle’s impossible, alien fakes of humanity want SLAVES who’d love to be.

If I got you cowboys and girls to listen and agree with logic and reason, I am glad to be a Tool

Baby, launch your afterburners and animate your chronic fortune, spirits don’t bleed you fool

To be or not to be is never the question when you’re already here and now, left or right, skoal

There’s cream for the black cafe, my choice straight up, double shots down a deep black hole.

Strings of time warps moving the dots around without moving at all, what the hell’s that for

Universe doesn’t appear to be expanding to the human eye but an intellect to spread rumor

Here and now in old gardens that used to be Eden, a place for the idiots to advise & consent

My father named my mother Tree, he took a bite of the apple, got no knowledge, he got bent.

Miracle to halt, to cease and desist the animation, the movement of universal consciousness

At one means Life is contained and Unmoved, stopped the dimensional travel in dead heads

Exactly as it was the day before your mother and father conceived you in a holy, empty womb

No reason to be, it’s just a random desire to be mortal, to feel the morphological fool’s scum.

Purpose ends being nothing more than a way to avoid the thought of Nothing is outside Earth

One and we are all done, it’s all you have, your past, your present and an allotment of a future

Orphans and long lines of ancestors are all here & now, on top of the dirty, seventh continent

Believing, surviving, procreating, punishing, rewarding divine mystery with all heaven sent.

A single revolution of the Earth’s mass passing the Equinox phase, it’s a wobble-waffled orbit

Atomic and electron-like as we seem to be, the world turns, we live, we die as infinity sucks it

Gravitational pull to the center of this planet’s gods and men who pull down the bikini shorts

Magnetic liquid, solid-gas, a witch’s brew, divine holloween & more, we are the gods’ aborts.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, 9-23-2020 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Aborted out of the mind #PocololoVision this AM while listening to the mighty Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 06:00 - 10:00 AM PST & listenin’ to #VictimsOfTheFury by Robin Trower on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/r6Zcxj_UGXw}

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?