#WokeUpThisMorning #Sopranos #GotYourselfSomeRightAndWrong #BornUnderABadSign #BlueMoonInYourEye

COVERED, SQUARED OR CUBED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 7, 2019

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It is the living proof that we are a result of a miraculous Big Bang event, little rascals

No place in space that I’d rather be than right here & now, love it to hell, all hard sells

It’s where it is, right below our feet, an historical graveyard of First & Last epic Causes

From the get go, right out of the gate, out of nowhere a lady came & whispered, “Dez.”

Hot flames and frozen tundra of burned out cinder, from a White Dwarves or Red Giants

No need for language since there is no culture or civilization in the origin of man’s Time

Since Time is a management tool for the efficiency experts and a globalist economy wonk

Puritanical, atheistic hedonist and that which I am, an agnostic hangin’ in for the counts.

I’m a man, what about you? You may be a with or without the power of wisdom of a #Thug

Examining the evidence of the previous incarnation of the #CookieMonster & #MothersMilk

She always knew how to treat the dummies, hi dee ho, fe fi fo fum, English-Irishman red silk

With or without you, nothing matters, corpus delicti is no myth, silk, slick as slime on a slug.

Cards all dealt the deck of 80, aces, tens higher than kings, queens and one eyed jacks, hike

Bull frogs are croakin’ now, the full moon is risin’ from the east, Earth rolls royces, busy body

If you think that you’re more clever than the magician who plays you and steals your psyche

A change of numbers on a timeline from zero to the right positive and to the left it’s nugatory.

Upward where nine miles high will get you extinguished or at least vanquished beyond a bust

Nothing walking, crawling, burrowing, flying or swimming but I got fortunate son wanderlust

Cosmic light and infrared sound form the quality of the minute quantity we’ve gleaned off US

Murder, hot-blooded self-defense against a threat’s clear and present danger, sky of sea blues

The wounds don’t hurt once they’re healed but they all need a psychological reliever, it grows

Until there’s nothing left to learn about being hurt, riddled with ups and downs of love flows

From the infancy of your bones and mind to the fine-tuned machine you’ve primed for karma

As if it’s true, squared & cubed #FakeNews flies on the Mason-Dixon, old Mississippi mama.

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r j j stephan, i

c. SAMEDHI, FREEZEMBER 7TH, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 PM PST #PearlHarbor78Since41

{ drafted while jammin’ to #Nazareth HITS like #NowYouMessinWithASOB on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qQO-Cb3SiW8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Alpha #Omega #You & #Me @USA #USA #Flubbergasted

----------------- God used up all of the #Flubber ----------------

BROKE 77 YEARS, BISHOPS OF SCAT

by

RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 7, 2019

------ #OpenWide #mmmmmmmm ------

If and only if there is an unconditional, categorical imperative then there will be a clean break

There’s a reason why the empty skull has so many holes in the form of the bone, land’s sake

It’s all been broken since day One, the first day of the eternal, somnambulistic travesty, a tax

On your breath, your consciousness, your health, your happiness on the planet’s random fax.

Nothing was ever meant to be, it just happened out of thin air, no Word other than the Words

Many more than One left to mix up the thoughts in the tiny apeish brains of butt-naked herds

Everything was broken millenia before we’s conceived, same for you, it ain’t no joke this strife

Now and then, like right now this very second, you’re deep asleep in a dream of life, by a wife.

Thinking before there’s even a scintilla of a chance that you’ll be an enlightened corpus delicti

Blind faith breakin’ down your will to survive here and now, on the planet of rock & roll high

Through the muck and mire of the orphanages and parishes of the baby boys and girls, we go

Finality of the annual repetition of the seasons four, Winter to Fall, it all ebbs and flows Egos.

Your mother and father didn’t know so they could not repeat the mantra of the holy Ones’ Ga

Inside the deep, way, way down where there’s no light at all, devoid thing, what it is Ma & Pa?

I ain’t jokin’ it really looked to me like everything was broken ‘til I realized that it ain’t #shat

So, like my daddy used to say, “Then don’t fix it!  It ain’t broke, it has always been like #scat!” 

I just report the facts as they appear on screens in front of my eyes, I am not your daddy pods

An automaton repeater of #Whitey drivel drafted by a linguistic anomaly, idiot grunts of apes

Naked or with full bodies of hair growth obscuring the humanity and god-like, wo-man rapes

Broke heads, bleeding hearts, ate brains for power, deep breath, dog-Godmothers’ o’ Suckers!

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r j j  stephan, i    *RIP sailors, marines, soldiers and airmen who gave it ALL!  Salute!

c.  Semedhi, FEEZEMBER the 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM  #NeverForgetDecember7th1941

{ drafted on the anniversary of #PearlHarborWWII & listenin’ to Bob Dylan #NeverMeantToBeSpoken #EverythingIsBroken again, ad infinitum on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ev-Ru1QpTqU  & link to #PearlHarbor on youTube link @  https://www.doi.gov/video/remembering-pearl-harbor }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HashtagYoMama #TheShallows #HereWeGoAgain #MrsJonesThing #LetItGoNow

ALL ABOUT IT, INDEED, SHALLOW

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 6, 2019

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A moment or two following the final gasp of nitro-oxy-hydro, the nagging Ma deserted me

She was rough but she was always ready to grab my hand, my arm or even my hair to drag

From point A to point B and wherever else she could go on a bus to nowhere, on the street

Backstreets were on the dark side of town, fine for the evening between dusk & first dawn.

Here’s what you don’t know, that everybody is a baby grown to be scared, fear unknown chit

Things without names, amorphous beings between the stratosphere and the lunarsphere up

On down to the ground of ‘mindful’ being without atoms of material bodies, nothing in a cup

What is the matter? Nothing. I’ve said it Time and time again ad infinitum, didn’t stutter it.

Blended in as mother and father did from a holy matrix, test tube of microscopic germ anima

Open door to an open mine of golden rocks, silver gems of the Big Bang’s leftover bull’s scata

Perfect harmony with bells, harps and horns, rang, twang and blown to #fake kingdom come

Eyes all wide open or blinded by the ultraviolet and infrared light, insight is out of sight, um.

You nor I can take any of this with us on the way from life to death, we will all hide the stench

Of deteriorating meat on 208 bones, not eaten by carnivorous cannibals, at six feet no wrench

Stunk to high heaven between Earth and Mars, an asteroid belt sucks it in like cotton candy

Wasted nights and days of the historical humanity we inherited, just sugar for the gods’ tea.

In recovery from being an addicted hairaholic, I require every gasp I can steal from holy hell

This cannot be all there is right? My father is flippin’ in his casket right now, angel winged pa

Mothers’ all smilin’ because the messenger’s the same as the message, son of god cannot spell

She’s the One I’ve copied DNA from and can never get back to copy, She hosted me, OMGaGa!

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r j j stephan, i

c. 03h33 PST le 6 décembre 2019 Anno Domini

{ Drafted near an open window in my bunker below the Mason-Dixon line, as above it, so below it, listenin’ to the shows before the matrix’ link @ https://youtu.be/WI3F9RKSAQY }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?