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GLORY & GUTS FOR GOOD GUYS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 27, 2020

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It isn’t easy for your face to grow the hair nor your arms and legs, it’s easier to go bald

All you had to do in order to get here to the present presence you’ve gained in the fall

There’s no reason for reason or the Earth, moon, Sun, the stars or the cool empty Void

Yet, it is what we’ve got and we’ve got to give it everything we have, no choice to avoid.

Pernicious in life and subtly as silent as a vacuum without a lick of gas, unfold God’s matrix

Completely void of ignorance and propaganda babble of the minions who roll with Hendrix

Monkey men and their women who do what rats and squirrels do, polar bears, lions & fox too

After an infinite number of moments awake inside of the dream, an alarm bell rings for you.

Playing games of chess and charades will get your Time to pass quickly until the end stops

Like it or not, it’s the way it is, live and die maybe happy or sad yet alive for once or karma

What happens next once you find out you are here for this short time, alive genome of pops

When the majors and minors expose the innocent yet talented to the nature of this beast.

To be or not to be a bean or a seed, that’s the question left well answered without sin & hell

My fence is all around me, everything you thought was true is not so, awake to the #Woke

No need for tickets so you jut show up unannounced and boom, you’re under their rooftop

If it’s the Sun Times or the Post or Herald, all’s one answer to every question, supernatural.

Microbes under the microscope appear to be living an entire life of moving about grace’s sin

Whether or not you and I like it is less important than the fact that it’s a necessary condition

Barometers and thermometers measure the pressure and heat or frost, it’s all fairly perfect

For something that bean with the mud, the blood and the beer, a Pandemic polemic sect.

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r j j stephan, I

c. Saturday June 27th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #KeepPlayinThatRockAndRoll by Edgar Winter Group on WhiteTrash Avenue link @ https://youtu.be/0_6slb5GBok }

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#FundsDry #WetlandsCool #MidnightOil @VanHalen

FOLLOW A CANARD, M.M.

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, June 26, 2020

--   W.O.W. ME  --

From San Diego to Manhattan, a riot or hurricane ain’t no way to know what’ll be in any gang

It may be conducive to existence and it may not be, good idea to colonize Mars & a blue moon

For the sake of the species survival, assuming there is no deity who exists prior to a big bang

Puns to break the ice with the keen wit of a surgeon and the steady mind of a following goon.

Whether you like it or not, the trajectory of the silver bullet goes directly into the bull’s eye

Every time I roll the dice, I got sevens and elevens for no good reason at all, just cuz I win

Winning is the only thing that’s important in this life and the next if there is One or any

It’s not my fault if there’s nothing after life and you didn’t believe it, it’s yours, the Many.

Using logic and reason to measure and evaluate the Past, Present and Future, we’re doomed

Not because of anything any human has done or will do but because It must be a Supernova

It is a primary condition for Being in general, a Super nova and gravitational collapse, dead

If I’m wrong about the cosmic repeater called Life and there’s more to it, it’s hidden I read.

Secret books in handwriting that few can read and decipher, not to mention torched libraries

Full of the herd’s ways, fit to survive the doom that’s coming but impossible to arm this God

What’s important to think about while being all too human? Nothing, which makes you nod

Word then there was some flesh and bone, fire, killing life and eating dead things, I’m Ceres.

There’s a part of this joker’s paradise that only the strong can understand, be One with fears

You can’t dwell on inevitable losses and defeats of the past, the only Way’s It, black or white

Stop #Crybaby #FakeMarx for the way you think it should be without a drop of bloody tears

A spoonful of sugar’s about all you need to live in perpetual bliss, rebellion’s genius’ li’l byte.

Are you idiots eating food and driving bicycles and motor vehicles without a license to drive?

If you eat something, where will you have all your friends and followers relieve themselves?

In your yard on a Capitol’s hill, the C.H.O.P. property under siege is my land without ANTIFA

We are coming undercover, you will not see the light coming, close your eyes now, sleep GA!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday June 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Midnight-Oil #WhenTheGeneralsTalk on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mqP61lGsXOM }

GOD IS GOOD!

 

Norma Jeane Mortenson - AKA Marilyn Monroe

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#FindingNothingDoing

TRENDING AND TROLLING #FAKES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 25, 2020

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Global and galactic trends from fanatic survival of the most fit among the random DNA devils

Angels vacated the premises and left the rabble riff raff to supply the children with holy Evils

From monsters who kill humans, in crashes and fire burns, to become a world’s whirl of swirl

Showing the remnants, footprints and fingerprints of the swirl & whirl of one boy & one girl.

You and I will never know in 500 years what happened to US, 100 years in the ending future

We all must come and go as if we’re days and nights of a swirling lump of dirt, star dusted Ra

Divine globules, smearing the orbital pathways around the sun, like the nucleus of an atom

Electronic blobs to cause friction and the spontaneous combustion to reignite the starlight.

It’ tough being a Dead Star on a pathway to nowhere except around in infinite elliptical ends

Enough just to be aware and awake for a second or century, same result, nothing left in pain

In the matter and in the energy, there’s a feeling like it’s me, yet it’s not, so what’s up wit dat?

On an island in the middle of the ocean, when the water recedes it’s the top of the mountain.

On a moon called Titan, there’s a reason to believe the shroud of mystery over Cosmos is thin

Come rain or come shine, that’s about all there is from the first day to the last, death’s sun sin

China plague will kill you, me and every bat in slant eyed, cosmic chopped suey & a girl scout

Recollect the last time you probably fell asleep, last wink before lights out, it’s all lights OUT!

Peek through the veil and you can clearly see there’s nothing there, besides you, it’s all of It

Blew out of a Nova in the galaxy, created from hydrogen and oxygen, hot rocks and in the dirt

High and mighty or low and weak, it’s all an integral part of the cosmic joke, a fool’s got milk

Criminals and well adjusted retirees and social security elders, armed to wait for the hot #Ilk.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 25, 2020 Thursday 10:10 PM PST

{ Drafted in utero, during a pandemic and political turmoil only seen by some dead Americans back in the 1940’s & listenin’ to #WhenTheGeneralsTalk by https://youtu.be/OcKcjpSWmm0 }

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