@TheloniousMonk & friends #ImpeachThePresident @TheHoneyDrippers

FEAR NO EVIL, LIVE FOR MY LADY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 22, 2020

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Both FIRST LADY MELANIA TRUMP & the best POTUS # 45 - Donald J. Trump since #1W

Move the chess pieces on the board of sixty-four just like they’ve been there forever, DCproud

It’s nothing personal and certain to upset the carts of overpriced apples at a supermarket ‘U’

Lookin’ for trouble, finding it from pole to pole, around the Earth’s seven seas of my shroud.

You know more than I do what the consequence of life is, nobody hides mortality on the gods

Nobody ever sees their bodies because they don’t really exist in any reality, in any galaxy et al

Would have loved to not only believed the high priests and the monks and nuns and brothers

From the first day I heard that an invisible being was in charge of the Good and Evil queers.

Nothing wrong with being anti-species, pro-extinction but you can’t live in the genome’s agar

Extraction is both necessary and sufficient on Hollywood Blvd, fortune and fame not real far

Smellin’ the candy from a few miles up the 405 and all the way over to the Malibu beach surf

Back at the ranch, no money, no bills, anonymous to the NSA, CIA, FBI, omnivorous smurfs.

Everything on top of the rock other than the water makes it look like an irregular, holy potato

Add gravity, hydrogen and oxygen & boom, you’ve got a falling Messiah and minions to blow

Screaming bloody murder when it’s really no big thing to be right and ethical, a neutral judge

You and I and all of the POTUS from #1 to #46, all ruled this nation for 244 years, aw, fudge.

#ImpeachThePresident is only a #1 song on youTube link puttin’ licks down on youtube fool

Link @ https://youtu.be/Q0GMzLP6lMU but only the lord above knows, maybe Buddha too

There’s no way to know anything about the afterlife’s form of matter, it’s a leaping unknown

Underground, hidden behind lead walls xrays can’t penetrate, it’s a holy relic of the redBone.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, January 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to @TheloniousMonkQuartet at Volkshaus, Theatersaal on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iD_4EftNDGE @Zurich-Switzerland 02/26/1964 @CharlieRouse (ts) @TheloniousMonk (p) @Edward"Butch"Warren (b) @BenRiley }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SheCallsMeGrumpy #SheKnowsItWell #EverythingIsEverything

POLTERGEIST FOR ALL, MACH 2020

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 22, 2020

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It is exactly what it is and the only way it always will be, nobody above you anywhere in sight

I’m the one who watches over your being’s liberty and ability to facilitate your will’s might

Functions of the calculus require the incomprehensible substitutions for abstract concepts

Nothing that can ever be repeated in an experiment to verify deduced theorems’ of the inept.

It’s not that you’re absolutely devoid of the ability to think rationally, it’s just that you’re, aho

What that means is that you’re conscious yet in synchronistic fluctuation with the scale of Do

Songs sung, music played, voice, wind, twang or pound things themselves, form of the shape

Bones’ cellular configuration the piece de resistance of the evolutionary product of God vape.

Smoke on the water, above or below the water, in space above and below the rocky birth zone

Where all of our mothers lived, will die and have died for centuries, for the sake of a maroon

Where I am, here on this seat in this place in space without a ship, grounded in white sands

Out in the desert near the oasis right there in the middle of nowhere, holy Geist turned Man.

Nothing to do in purposeless existences, for the matter is starstuff on the way to be overdone

Beyond you & I, where only archangels go, past an Event Horizon’s sacred Singularity’s dome

No hurry from conception to dissolution of form and substance, on the backstretch to home

Interruption of a ghostly recollection, a memory that hadn’t happened yet, just havin’ fun.

Godfathers know their offspring and from where they’ve come, a holy IBM computer patch

Either it’s a metaphysical anomaly, this miracle of being alive in a bone, stone twilight zone

It appears immortality is possible but improbable for an entropic left over, a black hole sun

Godmothers and godfathers’ gods passed a dirty word, mouth to mouth, the work of Scratch.

Pole to pole around the entire seven seas and continents, the struggle moves on to the finale

Where it all began it will end or it won’t, at least not exactly but it will end for certain, I see

Beyond the obvious lighted objects and the relationship with the matrix we share, young me

Now old me, little old me, recollecting POTUS from Maine to Tennessee, holy ghost! T2020.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, January 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ Crushed this out today while listenin’ to Bill Evans #LiveInSwitzerland1975 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OWqnOlDIFYM }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PasteOnThePasties #FallinInLoveWithMeAndYou #NewYork2California #OneWayTrip

CRACKIN’ UP, PINK’S THE YOKE? *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 22, 2020

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Terrible twos have little to do with the “Ready-To-Freeze” seventies, brave men do fear it all

Where the rubber met the road and the fission of the atoms split the wishbone in two or tree

That’s terminology for “Three” the way my pops used to say it, high schooler vet, be the ball

He got the music into me when I was a lad of seven, my grandpa made my dad save it, Free!

He said everything’d be OK in the end, I passed it on with old, #BlindFaith committed to Zen

To be or not to be, every minute of every day, ‘cause we only get back what we give, a godsend

The Time in Space is a gift from the gods or the Void or just a dream inside your teeny noggin

Miracle that the causes and effects are still doing what they do, making mortal life like fishin’.

Wake up, smell the coffee, if there’s any left, make a whole pot if it’s all gone, I need a miracle

It’s the Cause I conceive and implement from origin to the destination, it cannot be a debacle

This all has a reason to be here, this life, family, friends, orphans, inmates, enemies in a farce

Crying, whining and complaining about LIFE, reason to live while it’s kickin’ your punk arse.

Pitter and patter the sound at the end of the day sounds like winding the clock down to zero

Nothing left when the Time is up, nothing left after a final tick and tock of the cuckoo O’clock

Poking fun at the priests and pastors and preachers who are much more holy than fear I blow

Amorphous yet amorous to Ones who appear alike and deadly to be the Many I’ll never know.

Thinking monkeys, apes, primates climbing up trees, hiding in caves, swimmin’ with the fish

In the ocean, lakes and rivers that stream in full cinemascope, in the style of Salvidor Dali-sh

Mighty muscles to lift planets into variable vibration levels of blown atoms, black eggs’ gods

Allstars jacked and movin’ around, it is all there is to each one, rhythmic harmony of Ga, ova.

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r j j stephan, i *Got A Reason To Live! You?

c. Mercredi, Janvier 22nd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #FirstCuts from #MaybeYouBeenBrainwashedToo by #TheNewRadicals 1,2,3,4... on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/puObTL3awB0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?