#HollywoodWalkOfBlame #YouAreFired #ImNoAngel @OhioPlayers @GreggAllman

PERCOLATE? 5 9 1 2 MEANS WAR!*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, February 26, 2020

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Blind faith in historical civilizations and the markers they left for posterity to recollect origins

How many years have gods been on the planet Earth? Why did humanity get set up for sins?

Fascinating UFO’s are undercover of our sun and group’s collective soul full of giants’ bones

What is written in a foreign tongue is unintelligible because our grandfathers loved i-phones.

This and that system move the stage from the porch, settin’ on the swing, watchin’ the dragon

Sent the same size of living bones into a mini-world of villages and to create another dead son

Nobody will get out of Earth’s gravitational pull alive, if you’re not buried in ash, you’re fired

Eaten in tongues of flames, screaming wimps meltdown into the muck, fake news’ lion’s lair.

You are welcome onto the porch if you promise to get off of your keester and rake the leaves

It’s every year, the trees lives run their courses and enter the hibernation phase, l-air thieves

Unable to eat due to sleeping and nearly unconscious, evolutionary adaption to darkness’ fit

Due to the wobble, the revolving revolution and counter-clockwise orbit of viral bacteria chit.

On a One-Way street, a four lane highway or the expressway to your heart, I know the Ways

It will be what it will be not because it has a choice but because it’s a necessary condition, eh?

Braced for the outbreaks of airborne violations of min-bots in the form of microscopic plays

What goes up must come down, there’s no third choice of thieves, what’s yours is mine today.

What would Ayn Rand do if she found herself on the streets of a capitol city in California gold

I believe she’d be under a gag order to shut the Hades up and not allow free speech to the old

Used up by work, labor doing something for others’ everything’s everything, a universal papa

God invisible, unknown, occult viral contagion mutated into the holy birthplace of my mama.

Here’s a little something for your change purse in your handbag, two bits of a buck is all of it

Why and where to begin the plays of the story when it really doesn’t matter a microscopic bit

Horses harnessed, oxen burdened, the species’ genome is a legacy from the star’s soul’s shine

This sun of Apollo, of Zarathustra or any choice of Anunaki or the men in the moon, all mine!

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r j j stephan, i *Header is my better 1/2, @CarolAnnStephan gazing at the sunset @PacificGroveCalifornia

c. Wednesday, February 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 AM Pacific Standard Time

{ Collected this soul addiction while listenin’ to Gregg Allman #ImNoAngel & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NWNKHi2joJE }

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W.W.A.R.D.??

#DuganIsOffDuty #SceneOfTheCrime #EverywhereLeadsToNowhere #PygmyTwylyte

4 LEFT, DRAGNET GHOSTS’ SIN *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 25, 2020

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Supermen are born from the human superwomen, married with children on Jojo’s block

Around the corners from the bars and the churches that collect the spirits in bottles’ jack

In a smaller body than the big elders who dressed me up and made me smell of hen cocks

Rooster in the heat of the moment pecks at the mirror image of itself, dumb as hard rocks.

In a perfect world where you and I will never be, there’s a theoretical monkey or a seaman

Maybe you’re an angel of the gods or the descendant of a decadent evolution of the apemen

Wonder in a kite flying around in a whirlwind of simple minded creation of Westwind blow

Nothing intended by the will to power except that the will be done, as it is above, so below.

Can’t fly with or without the skin and bones, wingless angels are down in the flames’ crash

Powerful but not omnipotent, there’s a slight problem with the rocks of the origin, krypton

Amazing and disqualified as a contender, the champion remains at one with the city cache

War or peace give nothing but the passage of time, birth to death, revelation is God’s sun.

It shines due to the nature of the mass annihilation of atomic matter, neutron to an asteroid

Function of the calculus can become the answer for everything inside of the stargated droid

God knows nothing, men know nothing yet this is quite a trip on the wildside of fixed games

Tenth avenue or Main street qualifies as the first place of the gods, Zeus’ clown face of fame.

So, back in Time and Space to the Damen Avenue church down the block from a rockin’ club

Where the trebles and bass pounded notes into my eight year old brain, yo mindless, not sick

Catholic choir and altar boy, patrol boy, paper boy, runaway boy from the Bad Smell schtick

Driven around in circles by the circular philosophical arguments pro and con, grad of Udub.

Therefore, I am and you are what exists in your arrested attention and recollection of Ends

Origins where you were not alive and cannot verify the veracity are just out of my depends

This is unacceptable to be unable to relieve the transformation of fuel into waste production

To be or not to be a recycler of the animals and plants, the eater of food, raw or cooked sin.

To be requires death to function and delay the corpus dilecti from the inevitable visitation

Nobody escapes either in rectories nor convents, no temples or mosques or churches, I win

All of It, everything is everything and nothing is nothing, vice versa ad infinitum, copy that

Roger and Wilco over and out, this is the end of the beginning, this ain’t no disco, it’s fat!

What’s the point with your mother being a hater of law and order, an outlaw bandit hen

A dragnet for the Truth and Justice that never accompanies the dreams of Adam’s godson

Neither Eve nor Adam or anyone else from day One knew, UFO’s left scared little babies

Crying for their mama and daddy who died centuries ago, leftover the Word and seeds.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is my kinfolk in front of a Chicago church St Columbkille Church where my godfather @AnthonyAlfano was married circa 1956 after he returned from USMC.Org & I am the 1st little boy on the left next to my little sister #JoJoDomico RIP

c. Tuesday, February 25th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Chunked out of nowhere this AM while I watched #Dragnet 1950’s link @ https://youtu.be/01fdCvqyzqk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SilverLiningAroundMyGold #UtterNonsenseReasonLogicAndMoi

BYTE ME, VIRUS DYIN’ OVER HERE!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 24, 2020

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I never wanted it to be this way, the way of slippered, hungry dogs’ of war crusader battles

Of bots and their minions who stroke the mice from the inside/out and smoke black kettles

To fire up the menudo hodge podge in your minds’ eyes, what the words stand for, a means

To the ends where the finale has a curtain that comes down on the stage, hiding our scenes.

Curtain call to hear bravo once again, echo from rear to the front row, last time in our space

The play ended as it began, somewhere out of nowhere, no reason or rhyme to my funny face

A congruence of towers of Babel and monuments of the Big Apple core of the CONY Bronx

Higher than the 8 miles from the ground-up rock, dust and dirt to the stratosphere chunks.

If you have an incurable virus, we’re gonna push you off a bottomless pit off of a high cliff

To be or not to be is not up to you, it’s up to the genome, it’s on the way from TNT to drift

Exploding the implosion in a time capsule of twilight zone gun powder, lipstick is on a pig

Red lips of a woman seek immortality, BBQ pork chops, Tennessee whiskey and an Irish jig.

If you cramp up it’s your own fault, the muscles gotta move and mix it up else they atrophy

Out of your mind, out of body experiences in your future, holding on for dear life, oh Sophie

Wondering why the people who buy your way won’t let you get a job to pay for your own jive

From dawn until dusk, spend your Time in Space like the rest but nobody ever get out alive.

Hungry for the good things and the bad food to eat, every meal converted into ergs of work

Useless as an obsolete tool if you don’t produce something to sell to another, god of the dork

Romancing with rocks and stones in the muck and the mire, be alone and close to home base

Sliding with spikes in high flight, lookin’ for the skin and bones blockin’ the safe, holy space.

Days and nights all left out on the floor, on the gridiron, on the diamond for the sake of One

Games to spend wasted time doing something, a pass time to get to the real time, end times

Nothing else you can do other than amass matter, save it for your kin, a kid’s black hole sun

Sudden impact of the unexpected hits you in the face, I am consciousness’ irregular rhymes.

Accidentally on purpose causes that have desired effects on the reason for being alive now

What it means in the light of wisdom and knowledge regarding the astrophysics of hell above

We’re all gonna know for certain some day, maybe it won’t matter any longer then, I know

A little bit of prediction of effects from principle causes, yields hopeful faith, that’s not love.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Jammed out of thin air while listenin’ to #ThatsNotLove #DangerousMood & HITS by Keb' Mo' on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_XDuujK2vd0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?