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GADZOOKS #5, EDGE OF A GHETTO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 10, 2020

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My mama and my gramma told me not to cuss and swear but I listened to my uncle’s Word

My father only cussed under his breath, he said shyt once and then apologized to a free bird

Clean words and tight lips are not the Word from my gullet for when the sun goes down I did

Get down with the lingo that only I can comprehend without explanation, a cornucopia of Id.

Filled in the blanks with the correct spelling and logos meaning the thing itself, we on the lam

Without me these muscles and bones don’t move an inch, no millimeter without me, can’t be

Colored TV’s and Bose stereos and complicated log rhythms of the scales of the concerto jam

Picked your brain when you were on my mind and that was always the way we did it, for free!

Scum of Earth, Mars, Venus, Mercury and Uranus not to mention Saturn, Neptune or Pluto's

Common man and common woman making a big thing out of nothing, it’ll come to low blows

You’ll have no memory of ever being on the planet sooner than later, next century you’ll see

It’s never all about you or me, it’s always about the unknown, liberty of the Unknown, to be.

Trees and weeds grew all around me for decades, I ate them, smoked them, I wore them too

Naked ape was too cold to survive in zero degrees Celsius so the he and the she, turned blue

Frozen unto death while in perfect health, alive and dangerous to other species, food of Man

We are the ones who are left all alone, here, now, forever or at least unto death’s angel scam.

What would you do if you weren’t here with me anyway? Nothing. I thought so, it’s the Truth

Where in the holy hades of the philosophical jargon is the Truth? After all’s said in the dump

Complicated simplicity, you are all The One’s ghost, neither her, him, them nor any forsooth

Only you, singularity of 1, McFly too HIGH with me, go home now, #FlyOnTheWall, JUMP!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday 10-10-2020 @ 10:10 AMPST

{ Crumbled from my innards’ canards WITHOUT prejudice, it’s pure creative juice from the cosmic slop of the #WholeShebang while listenin’ to AC/DC #FlyOnThyWall link @ https://youtu.be/5BWJOETwIGc }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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}