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PENUCHE’S GUMS’ TOOTH DECAY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 21, 2020

===  RULES KILL PEOPLE (people don't kill rules) ===

Contents are unknown yet the fundamental system is in tact, it’s been an occult, #woke hole

Fear and loathing of the thing itself really creates a sheen of plexiglass around a rubber soul

Pork and beans is all we’ll eat if we’re not of a specific cultural blind faith in a Word in a Book

Ancient tomes and recent paperbacks are here and now but unread, they’re just fired penuche.

In reality there’s just sometimes when you’re in a position of disconnecting from the Origin

Complete sphere independent of gravity and centrifugal force in orbit about a burnt up God

If there is anything other than the sunshine keeping us safe from gravitational collapse spin

What could that be? An old man in white robes in the space outside of Earth’s Ford hotrod.

Putting the mystery into perspective, nobody knows who owns this thing called Life’s fuss

That is indeed the crux of the problem, there’s One problem to which there yields dooms day

Our mothers and fathers couldn’t tell Us either because they didn’t know or they saved Us

From worrying and hurting for the rest of your born days because you’ve got nothing to say.

I can’t wake up when my brothers and sisters remain in a somnambulistic stupor of idiots

Classically speaking, just an odd duck in the pond of immortal dimwits, y’all souls on fire

Revolution in essence is the revolving of matter’s wreckage, a pretender’s paradise of dots

Punks and intelligencia chronicling history until the cows come home to the funeral pyre.

In search of miracles that defy the cause and effect laws of nature, can’t even find the One

Not giving up just saying the end is coming soon for me and the rest of the genome, Done

Don’t stab the messenger just because you don’t like the Truth, it ain’t my fault so flip off

As an experiment, I’m goin’ for a ride in my Bugatti, eatin’ It, penuche like a flaky jaqoff.

Mooning on my friends back seat window to the girls in their father’s car, dad was in it

Kicked my arse when he saw me at church and forgave me afterward for trespass chit

Queers and malcontents who roam the sewer because they can’t afford a byte of a lot

On being on the right side, nobody else is with me, maybe I’m wrong? No, I am not!!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, ROCKTOBER 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 6:35 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the mighty Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 6-10 AMPST & WAITING FOR THE END OF LIFE while listenin’ to AC/DC #TNT link @ https://youtu.be/fGDQ9IukMOc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoBidenism @CancelKickbacksToTheHunterCrew #LockedAndLoaded

96 TEARS ON HOLD, ON THE AIR

by

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.?