#GreatBarringtonEvent #CourtPacking #COVID19 & @DowJonesIndices

NO PEERS TO MITIGATE ME, DAD!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 13, 2020

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I got your #COVid19 right here my man, come on and sit right down here and we’ll mitigate

As if you have any choice about life and death on Earth at all, come on man! It’s a canard

To be or not to be? Please. You have no choice if your DNA has been optimized to be hard

Of the mice, the rats, the bats and bad men who roam the planet’s rocks and dirt for a date.

What can you do with the data, the information that fills in the blanks, as if you know it rocks

Of choices between you and the rest of the world, as it appears to be, in this glass shadow box

Upon awakening from a dream in a dream, the sleep remains on top of the bed, a soul to keep

Swathed in mummy wraps, soft, warm alternating with hard and cold, womb dreamin’ sleep.

Are you with me because if you aren’t get off of my warship, we’re gonna gaze at the futures

Of men and the rats who feed off of their ash and loaded caskets full of bones, our mothers

Commonly very complex, the DNA of this genome’s polypeptide sequence is a COVid19 loom

Weaving a fictional cause of the Earth’s pollution and pending deceleration into God’s doom.

Remember before your conception or even before your personal birth into this pandemic life

Queens and kings follow the gold and the bugs to the pathway leading back to the virgin wife

Just because you want your DNA contribution to be yours and nobody else’s ovum zygote, uh

Doesn’t matter in the scheme of things, in the order of lines, forms, shapes of live, red blood.

You have the germs, the activated bacterial cultures and viral infections in a petri dish moms

Keep away from people who fill the womb Miami to Seattle, olden days’ statutory rape bombs

For the people, by the people and of the people who are still alive after it is all said and done

This One’s for YOU, books are alive with fools, dead men and women, dead ain’t so much fun.

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r j j stephan, i

c. MARDI, ROCKTOBER 13TH, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the #NeedleDrop on #BallotHarvesting #KillHomelessCamps @HEART #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BdlJX-5WiOk }

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FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RegressionProgression #ItIsDone #DontWorryBeHappy #SaturdayNightLive #Billy #POTUS_45

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 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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

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

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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 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?