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Monday, October 19, 2020

#FictionalFacts #FactualBovineExcrement #CANDY #Santana #BBKing #RareEarth

COMPUTERS, LOLs & SOME CANDY
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 19, 2020
---------------- #BecomeTwoBeOne ---------------
Don’t try to persuade the blind faith followers of the exact, precise, indubitable Truth of One
Meaning of where all the multitude of the data has been manufactured from, hangin’ gallows
A preacher, a high or low priest, a minister, a pastor of the sheep, black, white, red or yellow
All of them, every one of the billions from all seven continents are a recommendation of blow.

Not something windy or white like blow has been known to be but the collapse of a black hole
Into the Singularity I find myself alone within regardless of another point of view of the crow
Black, invisible in the darkness of ultraviolet light, wavelengths of hungry radicals of liberty
Picking mindless bodies right there next to RR tracks by a North Highland Walmart RR city.

To lead the fuss and the fight for the communism, radical socialism to eradicate lazy poverty
When you’ve grown from a child and you don’t want to work for the things you can buy, see
You will either die young or go to prison forever if you disregard the ethics and morality code
Until the day you realize the nature of your Self, your being’s essence, you’ll be in drift mode.

You’ve got news for me since I’ve been locked out of civilization for a century, run it down see
Wired up the invisible connection, wavelength and frequency in synchronization, fly high free
Away from the matter and the keeper of the infinite energy to move, to animate a hot solution
Less talking and speaking of the things themselves and their activity prior to the dissolution.

Do not exterminate the messenger because the message is an unacceptable prophecy, we die
Like it or not, conceptions to annihilation of a spermatozoon DNA egg is all life is, that is All
Nothing more after the last breath, the last heartbeat, enjoy the ride because it’s the only One
Who you are from the street urchin to the dictators, czars & presidents is the same, bug bum.

Corrupt crooks are merely the carriers of the extinction disease, an accident waiting to step in
Something out of our control and nefarious is pending like doom on our proverbial doorstep
In a NYC big apple moment, a flash changes everything, in a blink the digits rearrange the sin
Original, venial or mortal in any case, it’s all an imaginary, contrived method to control Man.

Simple mind strong within my consciousness through no fault of my inherited genome, I am
Not what I need or want but it is the truth about what it is, air, fire and water, all I need, bam
Pinched an inch more than I could the day I saw lights, chanted OM word, dreamed a dream
Realization of the Love and Hate on the surface of Earth as it spins around without the team.

Just One mind, One thing itself is all there is, the interior, the inside of a #FakeNews stream
Groups of shapes and forms of the egg keepers are together with the ultimate goal, evolution
Making all the pieces of the puzzle fit into the proper erratic curves of a jig-saw, bloody bleed
What matches the colors and shapes better than the exact fit? Nothing, it is not all you need.

Dad died having sex with ma, she was so hot he expired without a care in the world, freedom
To be or not to be, everything fits into the right spots and the entire picture into a pinpoint
Double vision united as if Time and First Mover have merged and become the memory of It
A 2020 POTUS reelection is inevitable unless you want the Biden-Sanders Unity Task Chit!

I ain’t the one that’s the original sin in the garden of Eden, look into your own genome’s soul
It’s probably all your fault that we’re here and now up chitz creek without a paddle, just Win
Study hard, learn everything from Science and Math, then Logic and Philosophy, or give up
There’s no other pathway than straight ahead down the middle path, spark up another, pup!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, ROCKTOBER 19th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 10:10 AMPST
{ Jammed out of the Twilight Zone while listenin’ to Candy Dulfer #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RisUgnkFxFA }
FINIS'
W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, October 18, 2020

#YouAreNotIsane #YouAreNotInsane #YouAreNotInsane @Bread #EricChurch

SUNDOWN LAST ONE, BON SOIR

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, October 18, 2020
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Nothing matters at all in the end, if all there is left has nothing to do with me, yet I don’t fight
I’m feelin’ alright being alive here and now, golden dawn to hot, red sunset that wins the race
Not because it’s a comedy or that it’s funny but that I’m so happy to be here and out of Space
It’s very lonely when you’re all alone as a conscious being with nobody else anywhere in sight.

Pink or red, purple or royal blue come in random order from East to the West, as I drift away
Open season on the things I’ve been doing in the world since I was three or maybe just two
I’ve gone up and down, in and out, over and under but at this point, I’m just running point...
For the ones who’ll follow me from somewhere over the rainbow to the place the world ends.

Darkness is where you start and where the final tour of duty leads, age old, sick petty crimes
To ends we all must reach, it comes with conception and birth not to mention joker schemes
Around the sun’s ellipse that measure how long you’ve been going around in circles, 9 times
1 or 100 makes little difference when it’s over & out, memory may be a dream in my dreams.

Beams of sunlight from France and airborne bat flu from a Chinese peninsula, just as it was
To Hades or to Cielo, beer and whiskey won’t be there and neither will I, so to speak & fuss
Everybody except the celibate want to wind up knockin’ boots before too long, pops’ mamas
Birds need bees, I knew it like I know my hometown and headstones of my kin, Tony Llamas.

Piece of cherry frosting cake, my favorite pie full of cherries are the two desserts of my dream
All sorrow is gone after the first two bites, it’s all a matter of taste & directing thought flame
Buying the pain and suffering for the pleasure and sorrow you get whether you like it or not
It’s a matter of being there, all for one and one for all, tell the preacher and priest, God’s out!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 10:10 PM PST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to some Eric Church #DrinkInMyHand in a loop, https://youtu.be/usGv0gB2zEU }

 FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoggieInTheWindow #Priceless #Aerosmith #JimmyBuffett #Parrothead

SIMPLE-MINDS UP SHTZ’ CREEK
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 18, 2020
--------------- #SweetEmotion -----------------
Eyes opened and closed in a blink, a flash of star-burned light filters through the cloud nines
Where ever the things move above and below the ground, diggin’ or crawlin’, walkin’ or flyin’
Ends will come high and grade school’s thought forms that snagged a spark for a few joy rides
Happy hour was every one of them that mattered here and now, living was better than dying.

Yet, there’s no way out of the dilemma, knowing it before it happens makes it happiness here
Knowing there’s absolutely Nothing aware after we die, our minds, we animals die, don’t care
On to the afterlife where your archangels fear to go, where God gets irritated by you, oh hehl
Missing points bring us to where we want to be, where the long gone place is, it’s where I fell.

No coming back, no reincarnation as the story tellers and liars related their tales and fictions
Still in written word form on pages of books, to read in languages alive and dead for the eons
Monkeys and fish seem to have left the others behind, eaten and drank it all up, Earth Ends
Claim to fame either gets you what you need when your dead or it’s just a whiff of trash cans.

You love what you’ve learned your elders loved when you were a little daughter and tiny son
Your fault for all of the decisions you make based on their teachings, it’s only right you do pay
Stupid is as stupid does, ignorance is bliss in some form or another, can’t get far with an idiot
It takes one to know one, dolphins make me high too but I don’t tell all, it’ll git me buckshot.

Letting you know where to find me when I’m dead, I’m goin’ straight down to the core’s pit
Down below this dirt in the inner space above absolutely nothing, a vacuumed Void of scat
Without a subject or any objective, there is the absolute left to predicate the bizarre display
Day, night, spun & wobbled around, showed the way, tomorrow for some will never be today!

Then and that means if and only if everything goes as planned, then it’s one last chance to do
What you always thought you wanted to be a good man, a bad boy took the time row in a flow
Down river with the drag of the ocean’s attraction due to centrifugal spirits keepin’ us in Pain
Species beings extinct, good, bad or fugly deceit, skewed vision’s insanity, a 2020 AD reign.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PMPST
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?