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SKIPPY & MY CHERRY PIE OLD PAL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 12, 2020

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Jelly and jam optional as long as there's white WonderBread and my SKIPPY Peanut Butter s

My father hated that my fingers were swiped in the jar, in turn I blamed it on my little sisters

My mother let me slide if she got to the jar first before my father swiped his knife, stuck it in

It ain't my fault the other 5 children ran out of daily sandwiches of #BlueBonnetMargarine .

On the other hand, since life is but a dream according to the song I played on the accordions

A little red one, a pretty blue one and a fine black one which I've retained for 60 years of sins

Only venial or maybe a mortal one or two, I am so perturbed by the comedy and tragedy of I

My ego is irritated unto death with the waiting for the end to see what happens, multiply pi.

From a zygote to a grave or a tweeter full of dusted words, in any case, all holy death to avoid

How many zygotes are aborted, how many fertile, animated germs die without a yoke's code

To be a man or a woman, infant, baby to adult is the whole point, you come in a vacuum void

AdamIc and EveVent in a garden on Earth, on one of seven continents, speculation ala mode.

In the world, on the planet's surface, above and below it too, flying and dying to get into et al

Fathers and mothers of the being either evolved or were descended from something, a #One

Simply complex at one & the same time, everything & nothing, love & charm of the 1st atom

Before the Big Bang, before the Singularity, before 7 white dwarves and I, the red giant chum.

Psychosomatic with the avoidance of you and I, the aliens have spread rumors like assplagues

Stay away from me, yes you without a gag on your lips, I can't tell if you hate me or love me

Your eyes lie about everything, you may be sticking out your tongue when I speak in tongues

Speaking of consensual, smoked brilliance, hot cherry pie but I am #WOKE , Yo! #bafunguze !

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rjj stephan, i

c. Lundi, ROCKTOBER 12th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 0845 hours PST

{Drafted while in an alternate universe pharynx with Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AMPST link # https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ & listenin 'to MorganWallen #LittleRain in an infinite loop @ https://youtu.be/o92I3m0i_QE }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoneInsane #WhenHeDiedHeLeftUsAlone #BloodySundays #ChakaKhan @MarshallTucker @LynyrdSkynyrd @JimmyBuffett #U2 or 3

HALLOWEEN WITH A F.N.G., #FAKE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 11, 2020

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Why do you have to use that language? You are never going to amount to squat or anything

Nobody you know will ever be more than the bugs moving along firelines of all my incoming

It’s all around us, the jungle of weeds and concrete, sometimes mixed, monkeys or baboons

Punks and old seasoned, muddy combat boots in the brigade, all in C-company’s platoons.

Nobody home in the 1960’s, blew up the house there, stretched my skin into a Vietcong lamp

My skin stretched around an incandescent bulb that cost One day’s pay in a homeless camp

Moving around, baring the life you’ve got left yet hidden, silk underwear and a sheath of mud

Wet yet soon to be droplets of H2O carrying the COVid19 from rat to bat to mankind’s blood.

It is always one way or the other, there’s no other ways available, it’s either this or that there

What matters is that the energy doesn’t run out before you’re finished with your mission here

To be or not to be is a bit too easy to be all there is, all we need to be free of tyrants and fools

Death’ll come on time, like clockwork your food used to be ALIVE, God’s outhouse of booze.

Grandpas were cops and firemen, janitors and candy factory managers, now they’re all out

Of this world that we know and in the world we do not know, it’ll make you twist and shout

Just because you think you’re so pretty and so smart, it’s a bit of a chore to sleep while awake

Yet, I’ve mastered the chore, a skill of pretending to know when you don’t, I am, “The Fake!”

Gone in 60 seconds or a hundred years, either way from zygote to corpse, you’re in and out

Before you know you love it so much it’s snatched from your grasp, never to be a boy’s scout

Or girl scout, cub or brownie, all of the ways the boys and girls were snagged into the matrix

In an empty void of absolutely atomic neutrons, your will to Power becomes a dream in Styx.

Place in Space where cause and effect do not repeat in scientific experimentation fashion, Jin

In bottles washed up on a beach or in a jar buried under tons of burnt-star debris, tree grown

All there is here, now, is the remnants of the Big Bang’s millions of years old gold explosion

We call the gold God yet it’s still All in any case, Gold or God, a Supernova Singularity’s Sin.

Your mother and father, sisters and brothers all agree with the scree, nothing ventured OK?

No wasted energy going into the dead end avenues on every town on all seven continents hay

In a monster bon fire, all books and past written word on dead trees, ripped slices we’re fed

Like fire burned, Frankenstein’s life and death, a monster but we’re the Ones, we’re all dead!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 11TH, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to Rufusband Chaka Khan #SweetThang & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/ZLaj4VMQfxc }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#Girls #Girls & more #Girls #SpeciesSurvival @MotleyCrue #Gadzooks

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 }

 

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