#GodAintDeadYet #GrimReaperHappiness @VirusLovesBacteria

A NOD’S WINK, EVIL EYE’S DANK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, March 21, 2020

----- #SomethinElseDoneHitTheGround -----

A formal genetic code of DNA in the Space and Time you know as a reality home of the brave

No toilet paper needed, killing animals to eat them is not needed, eating plants as a holy slave

Toil in the astral dust, the Earth dirt left over from the exile of our star away from Big Bangs

Doom and destruction precede the creation of the Beauty, the Beautiful, a design of Wong's.

Chinese influenza from communists and socialists to destroy the capitalists, cripple the gods

If Karl Marx and Mao Tse Tung could only see the result of their child’s play, Wisdom’s fate

Completely obscured from plain sight, even the x-ray vision of superman couldn’t penetrate

Born to be free while dependent on everything on Earth for survival, a dichotomy of hot rods.

Pints or tons of the milk of Emptiness, open wound of wide open Space, a tomb for Nothing

In the holy books of unknown human origin, lines and squiggles on the cave walls and rocks

To remind us that there were some people who were alive, then died, torn-asunder, my son

A network of Space for Gravity and Gravy, pink flamingo bowel movement, Time creation.

Moss all over the forest, moose, elk and deer, even antelope runnin’ wild across planet Earth

On or off of a Newheel, hovering your 208 bones and 650-840 muscles, depending on girth

On or off of the hover-board you go and find yourself above the planet’s surface, wet or dry

Rivers and lakes without rules force collisions and death of atomic anomalies, men will die!

Madness closed off the intercourse and the species became extinct, fear caused bitter Ends

All snakes and bacteria consumed by the holy virus, of birds and bats, an influenza to die for

Yet, the strong survived, the young kept kissing each other and spreading the spit and rumors

That disease only kills old human beings yet it is worse than that, I kill the young first, then...

Oops, I’ve exposed myself to the healthy, you and yours, now you know, Mr & Mrs holy RNA

Microscopes have exposed the truth, telescopes have opened the Holy of Holies double-wide

To throw, to hit, to catch, to kick the balls all over the ground, in the air, off of the brick walls

Last chance for a final gasp of smoke for Rock & Bullwinkle’s third eye’s wink, bud of #Dank.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 3-21-2020 Anno Domini @ 6:66 AM in the bat-menagerie, my Home - Homer-Simpson.

{ Drafted while watchin’ & listenin’ to Rocky and Bullwinkle Muses RockyandBullwinkle ruled for an hour @ https://youtu.be/sVsesUF9-_Y }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JustTheTwoOfUsAgain @Chicago on the #NewFrontier @Pink @SteelyDan @DonnyHathaway #PinkPanther @DonaldFagen

A HEAD OF REALITY, MARY SCORE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, March 20, 2020

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From the second movement offhand from the first down, it’s a matter of Time, snowcaps flow

In Space with Matter and the Energy exhibiting Cause and Effect relationships, ad infinitum

Archeological and to the point of the viral pathological present and past tense census scum

Whatever washed up on the shores of the East and West ends of the hemispheres, high & low.

For the moment, trusting the multi-colored light show of sparkling crystals of chemo therapy

Not only for your mother and father in heaven but also for you and your brothers, your sister

Come on man! Get on the stick and figure out the narrow way before it’s too late, jump on it

When you get to a place in Space where you know that the presence of oneness is all there is.

Like a metronome moving the gears within to the click bait beat of the magnetic repeat, 6 : 4

Then there were the lyrics of the ancient mariners and modern hermits, hormones unknown

Let me tell you what I think and it should force you to hate what I will say, word up? 10 : 4

Finale before the curtains go up, quite a backward forward and now you can’t get out of town.

Still of the night or chaos of the day are one and the same during the hibernation of the state

A curfew or a self-quarantine to create a sense of a ghost town without a population to inflate

Catchin’ a wave on the way into the Malibu sand, hung ten and went straight down to death

Hit the bottom and the ocean descended upon my consciousness, my lights went to stealth.

Next thing I knew, I was flyin’ above Big Sur, below Monterey and Pacific Grove, holy grails

Where artists, painters, writers and their entourage did not fear to go between rock concerts

Playing in the sand, barefoot and cutoffs in uniform of the beach boy and surfer girl, oh man!

Gotta get back to the ocean because I mentioned the sea to me, a bowl, a puff, a bad dab fan.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, March 20, 2020 @ 1700 hours

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Donny Hathaway #EverythingIsEverything again...on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oUNz3A1cVus }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SmokinAndDrinkin @EVERLAST #LowTempDabbin' @LynyrdSkynyrd

KEYED PHILANTHROPIC ANOMALY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, March 20, 2020

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Trippin’ for your own good, so they said when they wanted your submission to crimes of gods

Commands to obey or else be punished with negative criticism of everyone’s whiskey bongs

To be a good Canadian you must speak not only with an accent but also with a sharp prods

You’d think that you’ve heard it all until one night, you hear what makes God’s divine songs.

For the life of me and you, there’s no way to predict the end of days, mine or yours, it’s all bad

Way too bad to entertain the notion of the good and the ugly, a miracle to be happy in the sad

Divine intervention’s always required when the all too human interjection fails in synch, see?

Calculate viruses within equations, why is it hip to be Mass’ Lights-peed squared? E=#OMG

In the out door where nobody gets out alive, alone and no other way to go except up or down

Pink or red, blue or purple colors swap their time in space for gems to love and hate to own

I was wasted a minute ago and then I got my eyes wide opened by empty shelves in Safeway

Seeing the future comin’ toward me at 90 MPH with no brakes, can’t stop, get out the Way!

Spouting off the excrement of the bulls that came before me, herded the troops into the funk

Can’t see past the big apple people, the fat-arsed folks, larger than a bus’ or jet seat, get drunk

Cases, six-packs, cans or long-necks, whiskey from the Black Jack trippin’ into my gullet hole

Down the hatch, knew a trick or two before I forgot all about it, no worries or frets, just blow.

Time in Space wasted by me and my kin, didn’t know it was all a matter of random luck, son

Now I know but it’s too late for the utilization and here and now is there and then, 1 & done

Low down with me, come on trip on this a second in time, out of time in a fraction of breath

Air above and below the crazy mind I’ve crafted to be the adapter to BS, no worry ‘bout death.

It will come, like it or not, think about it or not, Earth spins, you’re on it, get ready to skip it

Sleeping and never waking up to be conscious ever again or accidental termination of scheet

Cooked up and nearly burned into the essence of Nothing, intercourse of mind and body heat

Brings the thinking monkeys to the front and center of the class, got the answers, the schit!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi 20 mars 2020 @ 7:11 Ante Meridian (AM); Heure normale du Pacifique (PST)

{ Drafted in loop of #SmokinAndDrinkin Everlast link @ https://youtu.be/mYGGfK4bqVs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?