#NoBidenism @CancelKickbacksToTheHunterCrew #LockedAndLoaded

96 TEARS ON HOLD, ON THE AIR

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Richard Joseph Stephan· Tuesday, October 20, 2020

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It’s such an old song that hardly anyone recollects it but I do, your lips still kissin’ a false start

It’s a #QuestionMark for the Mysterio Questionmark too many tear drops for the broke heart

Coming out of nowhere there’s a potion full of magic that nobody knows even exists, kills you

Destroys your ego and any other contrived personality aberrations you’ve adopted to be blue.

Pink or red, purple or blue all of it is without any shade or hue when it’s the sun of a Big Bang

It’s neither here not there twenty four hours every day, seven days every week, month twelves

In an infinite loop, repeating the life and death cycle of animals, food and our personal selves

Nobody knows when we’re going to stop breath and the beat of the blood pump, OMG dang.

Punks, my sisters and brothers winding up way on top of the heap with no dumbell to ring

All of them on their own without leash, with no encumbrance in the mind’s eye, nirvana sin

Commonly complex as if this collapse of matter is anything but an interview with a Big Bang

No will to be or to become and certainly not to will to be dead and buried, burned or eaten.

Stop the roll of the rocks for the moment it takes to snatch a glimpse at the image I tendered

Devoid of the energy of exploding atoms’ inner light, vacuum of nothing, a Void of It and Us

There can be no other conclusion deduced or induced from the propositional premise fuss

Flowing deep down into the grim reaper’s secret, occult spells to rise from death, rendered.

Fire, ice, spinnin’ rocks in a centrifuge of scalded, baked, melted stone, a Pacific-Atlantic fate

Out of oxygen and hydrogen, the liquid coalesced from the state of gas, to be all too humane

Accident or the only other alternative, it’s hidden and has a knack for failing to communicate

Disintegrate the rock, the nature of the beast and you’ve achieved extinction, who left Man?

#Trump2020 is #WordUp because nobody can soar above the wings of America’s magicbus

On the 97th tear, the sun comes up and dawn opens the middle path for being tread upon it

Reruns of the whole routine from the waking to the fading to black, 95th tear gettin’ on a bus

On it’s way to someone lucky or not, dead, a naturally occurring product of the big hurt’s spit.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, ROCKTOBER 20, 2020 A.D. @ 12:12 PMPST

{ Crafted while cryin’ to #96Tears Question Mark and the Mysterians on youTube in an infinite loop, link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7uC5m-IRns&feature=youtu.be }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FungusAmongUs #WhatItIs #TheWho @JimmyBuffett #Cheeseburger #ShootToThrill

 TEN, TWENTY, TWENTY TWENTY
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 19, 2020 

------------------ #DivinityDamnsItAll ------------------

Not much you can do when magic perpetual motion ceases to function, except to git buried

On the tongue Saturday morning waiting for a sip of the highball I left on the 88 piano keys

Left the glass drippin’ down in my ivories and I think it flattened the C into a B sharp breed

Afloat with the chords and arpeggios that nobody ever hears anymore, in deep Space freeze.

Gravitational collapse will always be the last resort you can depend on, expansion’s split

We’re goin’ back down into the Singularity and maybe never comin’ back for another hit

Big Bang’s may only happen once and that’s it, it’s not an infinite series of 1’s and 0’s dive

It ends just like everything else with an origin, nothing lives forever, we can’t get out alive.

Perfectly quiet in the vacuum and no movement in static oneness without a contender

For the good, bad and ugly everything other than them is supernatural chit in the hood

Without subjects, objects or predicates, no adjectives or adverbs to modify a pretender

Common core is The Teaching that man Is created live, an evil woman created all of it.

In absolute synchronicity things happen the way they’re intended to happen, as thy wilt

A matter of application of the intense intent to make something be that was not before

Either materialize the invisible or create a scenario of a First Cause and the high score

Days and nights, an observation from the ground of a spinning ball of dead ashen silt.

Change is constant and what is static is a tick from being dead and gone, unmoved me

We means all of us without exception, all will die someday, sooner or later, who will see?

Not much you can do when the heart and brain cease to function, other than git so blue

For some there’s enough and others get too much or none at all, I get drunk and screw!

Apologies for the foul, intrepid word play of the subtle name calling and a gold Cuervo cabal

You can’t hear it but you know exactly what I think about you, stealing my girlfriend’s zazen

She absorbs the beauty and exhibits the same as I steal away as much as she’ll allow all men

Notre Dame of the Eagle found a cheeseburger in paradise on a 10-20-20 & out, free radical.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 10-20-2020 @ 11:11 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to some Jimmy Buffett and the Coral Reefers #CheeseburgerInParadise & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yizU-P8HdFs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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

COMPUTERS, LOLs & SOME CANDY

by

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!

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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.?