#HowMuchLongerWillItBeNow? #VoteEarlyVoteOften2020

 

GOT ANY FUNK LEFT? NO, NONE!*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 9, 2020

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Fearing Nothing because it’s the nature of the beast I am and was baptized to be or not to be

Spatial awareness is all you and I have for certain, other than that, it’s all conjecture & scree

No validity or rational thought leading to induced deductions, withholding allowance so droll

This here and that there, the things themselves that amalgamate in all of our life’s one goal.

Parrots repeating the same old story to the image they perceive as someone who cares man?

Your mama won’t roll with all current affairs of cyberspace, viral event of one, Wuhan, China

Get some snacks for the trip, it’s gonna be a long one and you’ve got to stoke the energy party

This is no time for sergeants, we need generals & admirals to command the 3 branches’ fans!

What is at stake is everything under the sun, the moon, planets and Terra Ferma, my Godzilla

Mirrors distorting the matter here and now in Time and Space, that’s crucial to a fake saga

Of men, rats and mice who hide from the predator while hunting for easy meals in the hood

Spent my entire cache on the meat and bones of the latest prey, I thank the gods for foo-food.

Neon moon shined the night I was conceived, my mother smiled at my father months before

He knew what she didn’t know, how hard the labor is with your first born One, open a door

For Richard, that’s the song, that’s right for this trip down the road to perdition, I’m walkin’

Uptown until I got to go downtown, doin’ the do, what I’ve got to do, it’s a matter of frackin’.

People got a long stride on to the end of their born days but they think that they’re immortal

Forever isn’t as far away as you might have thought, once you get to It, it’s a one way portal

Purpose for an accident or two on the highways and bi-ways or even off-road, there is None

Destination for bodies of bones once their in rigor mortis, regardless of beauty, it’ll be done.

Screamin’ and moanin’ for the pacifiers you got in your infancy, Philadelphia One and done

Takin’ your whole time line of your ego’s consciousness from birth to right here in the kisser

Seeing the perception and recollecting it for future reference is a necessary condition pisser

Death comes with replicating DNA, higher ground of an ape-monkey, Mr. Omega, I’m One.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is the First & the Omega, #FightForFreedom or #DieTrying

c. FRIDAY, ROCKTOBER 9TH, 2020 ANNO DOMINI @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Jammed out of my craw while listenin’ to some The Spinners #RubberbandMan on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KSMVflSBKx8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CannotFindAFriendOrALight #MusicInMeHead #SoPoliteStillSayinPlease #OneDanceLeft #DontGiveUpNow

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}

@WARtheBand #WhatThePhuqRU? #JonnyLang @WAR @PRINCE #ALLSTARSmagnifico

RUPTURED AND EMPTY YET HOLY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 7, 2020 

******** #DontBeAGerkoff ********

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.?