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PINK, PUNKS & ONE ATOMIC SHIFT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 8, 2020

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For the sake of BEING, nothing and no one in particular, everything in the whole shebang

Complicated and simple at the same Time in one Space, above and below the unholy Void

All of the words that signify the things themselves are in one ear and out the other, it sang

Continuity of the incoherent is about all that anyone can determine to be, isotopes of Tang .

Abstract concepts of comfort being in the immediate conscious awareness that God’s dead

Magic of the wands and spells, myths and mixtures of pretend powder of ground ashen bone

Languages begin with subjects and formulate action of signified forms, shadows on the wall

Moving on their own, nothing to eat or drink, to animate is the Way of all the rocks that roll.

Tops of mountains which are the result of the big bang that created the sun and moon above

Have a huge hole with emptiness down to the top of red, hot molten lava, the hell is it, love?

Here, now the sun’s bit of world-flower, spark-smoked to pretend that living is All we can be

When indeed, it appears to be a process of fading away to nowhere and nothing’s Singularity.

Decommissioned and sent to the boneyard where the elders retire and waste their fake daze

Eyes still wide open without a purpose or need to apply wisdom to causes of creepy effects

Heavenly bodies never seen or felt in person, in abstract, theoretical phenomena of Sex

Explaining to the ignorant and naïve that reason and logic are better than hysteria’s haze.

Pride in the collection of cats in the jungles and caves is all there is, the rest is but an illusion

To kill and eat or be killed and eaten or just buried whole or blown away, under bars, mounds

That is all there is, this universal law of our particular ilk down here on fake, fertile grounds

The day or night I cease to allow my heartbeat to spark the electrons of my brain, it is done!

Here’s the philosophy of the calculus, the algebra, geometry, trigonometry & pi unknowns

One to infinity, analyze the concepts, give the examples to illustrate the irrefutable up downs

It goes up and it must return to the only place it can go, to the groundless being in a thump

Tons or grams weigh everything into the One virtue unit, the Good, God’s backwoods dump.

finis

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, ROCKTOBER 8th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listening to #20000LeaguesUnderTheSea 11 1/2 hours of Jules Verne link @ youTube @ https://youtu.be/p8Kh1wVDbaY}

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RUPTURED AND EMPTY YET HOLY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 7, 2020 

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All we have in mind and all we’ll ever have, it’s all you’ve got, me too, that’s it and that is all

Complete Truth for the essence of the Lie, meaning nobody knows anything about Man’s fall

If it was all good, not much to do, if it wasn’t we’re evolving pieces of dope, a matter of breath

We can mutate the gene pool and select for the immortality gene and then live without death.

Form of shape and atoms of matter become all there is until they dissolve into the cosmic pea

Vibrato from one tone to the next, bottom to the top of the scale from A, B, C to G arpeggios

From above and below the thin lines of the atmospheric pressure and mysterious creation

Mean mind can’t follow the subjects acting on the objects, manufacturing more predication.

Shut down but still ready to hang ten on the next wave, it’s comin’ as sure as the sundown

Sharks comin’ in for snacks and I can see them surfin’ the edge with me, near my bit of bone

Shooting for the sky and way out of my mind, never thought of printing the genius’ logic

Lost in cyberspace, holy nowhere at all to survive on a hard drive’s software, lost it, tragic!

You should know better and you do but you just ignore the power of the wisdom, pretending

To be or not to be in charge of whatever happens to you, day in & out, ad infinitum badabing

Ma and pa did what they could since they were just kids themselves, evolved into naked apes

Still without common sense, unearthly aliens left it behind the rock-deep, fake purple drapes.

Trippin’ over the feet and impasses that the 64 squares allow, my King’s hushed by the Queen

Moving on up or gettin’ down with it, as long as you know the Ends are still comin’ in poraids

Don’t let on that you’re aware that the whole shebang will end before anybody knows it came

No wind and no rain, no revolution and no animation at all, the cartoon ends, the song fades.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, ROCKTOBER 7TH, 2020 ANNO DOMINI @ 4:44 PM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to PRINCE JAZZ FUNK 1977 LORING PARK SESSIONS 77 link @ https://youtu.be/cOc2MzvqbN0 }

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?

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A THEORETICAL GHETTO, ‘BRO’!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 7, 2020

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Nobody is my actual sisters’ brother except the three left from papa & mama’s rhumba womb

Pumpkin punks pointing to the pros and cons of blind faith in the theories of unelected bums

Who look out for their own as we all would but in evil ways, can’t change them, on a holy roll

Unafraid to pronounce words of any language, sounds meaning signs of being in a black hole.

Pole to pole, air, land and seven seas this spinning and wobbling is going to the God’s head

Psychiatric analysis of psycho-somatic trips of our mothers and fathers who dropped dead

To be or not to be here and now, the debate is between an idiot and a moron, droppin’ dimes

Pouring on the sugar whether cane or brown can bring utopian Ends before the good times.

Missing in action or just obliterated into flesh and bone dust, boys and girls died in world war

Battles to decide who is right and who is wrong, who is a reasonable not an illogical dinosaur

Come on man! Be the ball or you know what? Just get off of the court, sit on the back bench

Younger than ten, smaller than a human gnat, baby ghetto rats fulfill the white trash stench.

How many times would you prefer to go through the same motions to get the identical result?

If you live more or less than a hundred years you’re more fortunate than you know, it’s occult

You are bankrupt because you kept your parent alive and now your parent’s debt is your own

Where there’s a will, there’s a way, they shoot horses & this is one’s for the boys’ blown bytes.

For the memory I can’t recall because I forgot about “the thing” at childbirth, ah so traumatic

But you all know “The Thing” I’m talkin’ about, I am trying to signify the form of automatic

Pretenders coming ahead and behind me but that’s the nature of the beast, naturally you see

High or low priests who transform the miraculous into the mundane, carpet bombing spree.

Don’t be a doobie brother every time when it’s the Time and Space for listenin’ to the music

I am mixed and I am clearly the essence of constancy, an uncertainty principle of the sick

The tired of being and the idiot savants on radio waves who know it all, glasses fogged up

Blame it on the governor of your state, blame it on the doctor who advised the world’s cup.

Liars, cheaters, thieves who rule the roost from the eyes and ears of morons who speak smack

You know who you are, yeah you, reading this before you put it down, feeling so guilty Jack!

Put your mask on and shut your mouth up, fear the reaper as you always should have, moron

You’re the moron down mind’s ghetto, a nincompoop or goofball, you’re a number 1, 7th son!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, ROCKTOBER 7th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 10:10 AM Pacific Standard Time

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Van Halen jamz on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Bg1UG0GwIKc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?