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WTFO, IT'S A MESS, CATHOLICS DON’T LOOK!

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Richard Joseph Stephan

11-1-20, Dimanche at 6:33 AM 

 

Pain and suffering when it’s burnin’ the whole shebang and there’s nothing to lose the cats

Alcohol and elevated senses from the MaryJanes and the scents of heaven and Earth, scats

Punks rulin’ the streets who don’t deserve the Time of Day, you share the venue what sucked

My ego rules my roost and if Time and Space are as they appear to the senses, we are fucked!

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If words mean anything, they mean nothing if you know what I mean, you don’t? You got it!

Front men for the feelings of long hairs listenin’ to the tongues flappin’ in the four wind chit

Common and uncommon species from microscopic bacteria to the macroform dinosaur pus

Being a punk is not as easy as it looks to the adults in the room who get irritated with chaos.

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The drag came to me screaming into microphones, moving stages on big bouncing monsters

The band played night and day for it seemed like a week from the 1st arrival to full dumpsters

Beating drums, strummin’ jams, Baton Rouge to Seattle, waitin’ at a Chicago bus stop tour

State and Whacker Drive is where the last place I remember in Space that I was the one cure.

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Outerspace when you’re dead and gone is where your spirit flows all the way out to big Pluto

Last place our sun wants to shine for us to see the nature of fake reality, cosmonauts all know

There’s Nothing at all outside of the planet’s magnetic attraction to streamed Void of heaven

Here and now is where it’s at, always will be for you child, homo sapiens to twist & shout in.

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Lucky to be here for 5 seconds and there is a million reasons why I shouldn’t have come in

To the bodies of water, the seven seas full of monkeys descendants and their pet dogs & cats

Compared to being old and in the way, watch the young smoking their dope for fifty brothers

Now there’s a corner store with your favorite Woodstock species of pocololo from mothers.

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Picking you to be on my team of One isn’t the easiest thing to do, don’t cheat and look ahead

Fell to Earth from my mother’s womb, she screamed in pain to release my tiny body, I cried

I stopped cryin’ yesterday, last night were my final tears comin’ out my eyes for cash or bread

Watched the brothers and sisters dying one by one, years and years, hundreds of them dead.

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I was dreaming a minute ago and now I’m wide awake in another dream for eternity? Come

In an ecstatic embrace that lasts for a second, a smooth wave comes over the water, 151 rum

Now then, it’s as smooth as it normally is, coming home from being out of this world, HOME

Treats came in, now it’s TIME for All of the Saints to PIERCE THE SACRED SPACE, ONE.

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Is it fair to say that you have a growth on your brain-stem brainstorm and now you’re dead

You were dead before, at least as good as dead being the mortal that I am, we all are, in bread

To eat my body, eat the bread, to drink my blood, sip the wine from the gold and silver goblet

You can forget about it now and forever, last breath to gasp the gas, oxygen denied, that’s It.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 11-1-2020, Sunday, All Saints Day, Black Magic Women coming to ears near you!

{ Generated out of Nothing this AM, swelling in magic spells while jammin’ to Carlos Santana @OyeComoVa, Festivalde Vina (2009) link @ https://youtu.be/AX9j0vIJ-aA }

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NOTED WELL & EXTINCT FORMS

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Richard Joseph Stephan

Craft beer in here, you can drink that give me an Old Style or Schlitz please, nobody’s Bud

Coming from nowhere except everywhere you are NOT, I am not with you and I never was

Tippin’ back six packs on my Dodge Super Bee hood, hittin’ the bushes with the crickets too

All gone like it was never here at all, yesterdays are finished before they started, like a dud!

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It doesn’t do it’s job if it doesn’t fall down like the ring around the roses, we all fallin’ down

Big fat clowns come and go, some funny, some sad and some mean, make ya wanna frown

Just because you thought everyone was so wonderful like you, it’s a shock to find deception

Things come and go with or without a reason, random intentions of the cosmic syncopation.

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Crisp and sour to the ends of wasted sweetness in the sugar cane fields, wiser men than fools

The food of the chemists, C6H12O6, molecular Hexose of six carbon atoms from deep pools

Men dreaming, women scheming all the ones that make it out alive, mutate into an android

It’s not a thing in itself but the form of the thing I speak of, lovingly as if it’s alive in the Void.

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Mink stoles just dead varmints of fur around the skinny white, black, brown ghosts of blue

Their garments of thread and animal skin keep their naked ape skin smooth and froze cold

To keep the blood flow in a constant state of animation from heart to the foot, it can’t fail me

Percussion and brass to make the guitars sound like they don’t need the drums, twang it too.

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Miracle is a defiance of the regular cause and effect of the natural world of perception prints

To compare the past the present or the future is merely a fool’s errand for the minions’ skins

They don’t care that they’re gonna die until they get to the death knoll to go to the fringe out

Far away from an elliptical orbit of Earth around the star called Sun, Sonny’s constant shout.

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The extinct moan as if they never left, echoes of the wild-eyed & bushy-tailed, I don’t wanna

Be dead and buried or burned once my mouth plays the agape surprise on the jaw and lips

In or out, one way or another, you will get to the Free Way, it’s behind the Twilight Zone tip

Dimes loaned, pitched quarters on lines of the sidewalks, to win all the loose change manna.

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If I go out on the limbs above, I will get higher than the ground of being, it’s all academics

From pre-school for little Jane and on to the PhD for big Dick, not that big on Dick’s kicks

A swamp marched me up the gallows because I smuggled the Mexican happy smoke for fun

WE made it really easy to travel on the backroads of my mothers’ and fathers’ gods, I’m One.

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Show your right and don’t be left behind up #ShitzCreek without a paddle, no way out of this

Stuck in the rabbit when it died, hormones of pregnancy do that to us all, pray because I love

You and the rest of the genome, whether good, bad or fugly, same piece of bliss on a baseball

Comes from inside and moves to the perimeter, all for one, all is one, rockin One’s for us all!

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r j j stephan, i

c. HALLOWEEN NIGHT, 10/31/2020 A.D. @ 23:59 hours (last day of FB NOTES!)

{ Jammed while present jammin’ to Little Feat #OldFolksBoogie #overTheHill link @ https://youtu.be/XmC_OhP7V2w }

 

 

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FOOTLOOSE, HUMANE HUMANITY  

by 

Richard Joseph Stephan

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 29TH, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AMPST

A suspicious mind with or without the true love and infatuation with the darkness’ deep fade

Evolution of things themselves, firing rounds off at will, pullin’ the triggers to take you down

We’re here alone, maybe so but for certain we got it all with holy dots, creation’s night shade

Babies, infants to contrarians who live and die in wisdom and ignorance, drying’ up in bars.

 

A lot is out of phase as you recollect the past of this present and in total innocence, breathe in

Breathe out and learning to continue that function with or without my free will, unless its sin

Is not to be and then it’s up to the Man or Woman upstairs, the Holy Spirit, an old, bad Eagle

Either way in the great cities with the bad smells, rivers run through them to share the regal.

 

Devils may be the only option to turn to given the present circumstances, if you think about it

For a moment, no sense on dwelling on impossible calculus, equations all in abstraction’s skit

From the zero, Time and Space lines move to the right or the left, up and down to the in & out

Dreaming of highest places in space we can go, top of hills and big mountains, twist & shout!

 

In the mirror, through the glass to see a light year ahead of yesterday, here it is, so heretofore

Monkeys began this whole shebang and we appear to have lost the memory and the body hair

Still the same mocking, monkey see and monkey do, land of Lemonade stands of pusher’s pot

Where mamas all left us to get rocked in the wind and the rain, like it or not, it’s what we got!

 

I knew it was my gramma rockin’ me at a certain point of abandonment to the 5 kids post me

Babies calling my name, blamin’ me for bad boy, big brother mean punk, spoiled brat spree

It came to a screechin’ halt when the Air Force BTraining BRAINdosed me into compliance

Walking and marching and exercising in the darkness of southern Texas, wake up call y’all!

 

Inside of the frequency of the repetition of the causes and effects is the divine presence of Id

It moves the things and without It they stop and die, dissolve It into a burnt elemental flame

Of men and the rats that move from place to place of Space where you can ride like the Wind

Not only you but your favorite things, the cats who hang and the folks from whom you came.

 

Void meaning Nothing at all, more or less an empty container of atom-less content, just me

Left all alone, I am what all of that was all about and now it’s the Riding Like the Wind Free

Not a microscopic type, simultaneously a huge and tiny essence without a molecule to troll

Nothing to screw the nut onto, the threads are stripped and the resistance is futile, let’s roll!

 

Mitigating the killing bacteria and virus, I have my leukocytes armed and dangerous, cool peg

That’s the only smoke signals you’re gettin’ from me because I’m gonna cut y’all down if I can

Not that you’re mean or evil it’s just that you encumber the evolution of humanity, a bad egg

Dreamt colored blacks DNA became whites, DIG and reds and browns DNA, all too humane!

 

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r j j stephan, i

 

c. Thursday, ROCKTOBER 29th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:36 AMPST

{...listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #HITS youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DaW-en7mtSQ }

 

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