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CHERI PIE & GIRL SCOUT COOKIES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 4, 2020

--- PorCrepeSuzette!   #MonDieu!  ---

Glad you asked, I would like an Espresso with an extra shot to take me further out than Time

Time, I had a feeling, Word, usually meant ignition and momentum yielded this fake rhyme

A scat storm from Hades retained nothing but the foul air of the Void’s scent of Woman face

Suns don’t rise or set, we whirl and wobble without a care until it’s too late for you in Space.

Gods take all your dough back when you die, all the time spent accumulating wealth’s debt

Communists and Capitalists trapped in the rat’s maze, left by aliens or random chances chit

All in for the game that seems to be like Sorry or Monopoly, it ends and begins again, infinity

Common ground upon the center of the Earth, above and below is One and the same, affinity.

Complete variables equal to a constant that can’t be interrupted with change, better or worse

Once and always, all that I’ve needed since the zygote stage of being, through gestation, gone

Up to the tip top of the highest mountain, I could climb it or die trying, I’d give up the ghost

For you and only you, my true love, I searched through the muck and the mire, boy I was lost!

Feeling things I never felt before and I got my muscles strong, got my mind runnin’ on all 8

Trinity of cylinders would’ve sealed my fate date if left to bleed out all alone at heaven’s gate

My baby, my girl, my life, my world saved and filled with a boy’s joy that only drinks booze

Triple shots, California CherryPie & Girlscoutcookies’ smokin’ love’s overblown, taffy blues.

Sex multiplies the species’ genome, with or without the morality or ethics of Einstein or Plato

Utter nonsense in front of your blinded eyes that cannot handle any more enlightenment flow

Cutting to the chase, one vote matters as much as water under a bridge, nothing left to fishes

Sweet they may be, leftover 6 strings, tramp-bums’ boozer Nothings are squirts’ dirty dishes.

Pencil me in to your purple haze, neither too far nor too near my exploding singularity’s dot

Confirmed with the communion’s confession and baptism, marriage, divorce, remarried hot

As it always should have been but the way of the world is not my choice, it is my intent to be

One man in a struggle, without magic spells, in hell-fire loving the good, the bad & the Fugly.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 10-4 -2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 Ante Meridien

{ Completed listenin’ to Franz Liszt https://youtu.be/FT36za3Gyos#HungarianRhapsody#2 in honor of George Soros & the #Mouskateers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FT36za3Gyos }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HoeDown #GitGit on the #SlipAndSlide #TwoStepCowboyBoot #SlideToTheLeft #RoundYouGo #Rednecker @DierksBetley @Hardy #DrunkOnAPlane #MoreSpitInMyChaw #JackItUp

STRANGULATION TRIANGULATION

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 3, 2020

----------- #LastCallForAlcohol ----------

Amoeba, paramecia and every ape species known to man are the essence of Things, ego

Created from cosmic dust this ego out of nowhere comes knocking on doors in LA & Soho

But why? Reason and the retro analysis of the purpose for being alive yields nothing but air

Ain’t supposed to know or discover it at all, love ignorance of mystery, formaldehyde scare.

You die and depending on the luck of your body’s undertaking procedure, your wings fold

Never needed them in the first place, it’s all in the cosmic mind of the One who’s dreaming

Poorly lit rooms with all of the data needed to get dollars and cents to proceed with Nothing

Beeboppin’ around the flowers just for kicks, I ate it, they want it back, I spit it out, it’s old!

Junkies and bums have Homer power over their addiction to being sky high in naked fakes

Singing songs about consuming and metabolizing the alcohol and cannabinol at a laker wake

Could not come in to see the naked truth about the blown mind and decaying body of work

Adam, Michael, Eve, Dolores or a crowd favorite Karen, one of the many, delivered by stork.

Big times evolve into the microscopic invisibles that animate the muck and the mire of Gas

Gods moved the things, created and destroyed every atom and reincarnated due to nice ass

Not only am I usually right when I can’t be wrong, I’m never wrong, alright, alright, alright

Old ladies and old men drinkin’ vodka, gin and Black Jack #9, just to wake up hung over it.

Spitting images of our forefathers, still struggling for survival because they did not survive

Jokes and episodic tales of the schmucks & schmoozers who shatter a pretender’s love heart

Recorded words of the mouth and the quill, the pencil and pen, become the bible of the hive

Pretty girls, smart and strong boys, all in a mating frenzy knowing it’s a DNA falling apart.

In or out of It makes no difference, a categorical imperative, super purple drops of rainwater

Underneath the cover of #FakeNews & #FakeID’s the sky really falls, so Chicken Little blew

On being ‘neath the last stroke of the hands of Time, last gasp, last call for alcohol, for sure

Boom-bombed out from Mexico to Maine, all done from England to Spain, Chinese bat stew.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, ROCKTOBER 3rd, 2020 A.D. @ 1500 hours PST

{ Jammed to Prince #PurpleRain link @ https://youtu.be/DHRyPjXeKZ4 & #RedCorvette @ https://youtu.be/v0KpfrJE4zw & @JakeOwen #DownToTheHonkyTonk link @ https://youtu.be/tBdahVPD_K0 }

PLANES, TRAINS & AUTOCRATS #ComeMonday

SOUL & SPIRIT FLY, KICKED US OUT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 3, 2020

---------- #FreightTrains -----------

Nested, built in the trees high above the hot fire burnin’ the animals mating on a blind date

Only sideways from East to West, a pole to pole roll, rocks’ astral ash of black & white fate

I am neither the resistance nor the annihilator of the things themselves and the hot forms

Animated dreams & lava flows of molten rock ready to be as cool as diamonds and worms.

It appears that all of the tricks were not in the book after all was said and done, full of a blow

That’s what makes the world go around in an infinite rockin’ spin and revolution in gas vats

We call Space, God or gods because we can’t see past the blue or black cloud 9 all here & now

On the side where nobody ever rolls, that’s the side I’m on, my side one way or the other cats.

On your commercial television’s 90 inches of perfectly clear Truth, there is no doubt, Stupid!

All there ever was and all there ever will be after all of US are way long gone lunar X-phases

Where in Space THAT is can be imagined by thinking of being alone in a dark closet of gases

Crazy from inheriting the Will to Survive, at all costs we seek not to starve or get ill of CoVid.

Evolution or Special Creation without evolution, extinction enchantment with the dozens

Nobody is paying attention to me, as it should be, the trip is to remain anonymous on land

In the air or at sea is nowhere that men like, We The People should be, all natural denizens

Super, supra, sub or extraterrestrial, things are animated in different racial combinations.

It don’t matter to me or you but somebody cares and those that held our feet to the fire care

Singing, crying about the comedy and tragedy is about all you’ll get is your God’s audiophiles

Even steven at the seven eleven, a fact of life I missed hearing about, broken free by a cashier

Got away with murder, LIVE Grateful Dead with The Walking Dead on Alcatraz’ Pacific isles.

Back to the nest, thrown out into thin air expecting to fly or to die, that was the original sin

Many perished without batting a wing, alive to replenish the gene pool with aviary chagrin

Inside of the love feeling or far away from any feeling at all, just the consciousness of a void

Either way, you see Nothing is more important or more valuable than this magic moment!

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r j j stephan, i

c. SATURDAY, ROCKTOBER 3rd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Jammin’ #CanYouPassTheAcidTest Grateful Dead link @ https://youtu.be/Spu5NvR-zx4 }

FINIS   

W.W.A.R.D.?