#GramawsHands #COVID-19

WE GOT ONLY WHAT WE GAVE, ALL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 19, 2020

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I had the unbelievable pleasure of shooting an M-16 several times during the struggle to be

A college drop out lookin’ for the next reason to live, on my knees beggin’ for a narrow Way

It was the teaching that assisted this journey from ignorance, without an ally’s aid, to be free

Of the rats’ serendipity which symbolizes it all about life’s evil genius joke but it ain’t funny.

Had a reason to live and then saw the body of bones leakin’ blown skin and hot red blood ice

What that looks like in the body bag is exactly what you’d think, rigor mortus has a high price

You got to let it all go, from the first thought you ever had all through the ordeal, the struggle

Once it comes down to Marshall Law blows, can’t give it up then, harm’s way Taps blowbugle.

Forgot what I was supposed to remember forever, something like you’ll always be my pearl

Or it could be that you said that you never wanted to see me ever again, you said that, right?

If you didn’t say it, did you think that it was true when I said it? Who said what’s goin’ viral

I ain’t gonna give up and I won’t forget until my mind blanks out into a clear slate of blight.

Breathing oxygen, eating nuts and fruit, playing mind games, workin’ for a shot at a has been

Of the disconcerted consciousness’ that stuck in a railing on a bridge, 16 year old Marksmen

Dice rolled, cards played, bluffs called and now the winner smiles at the loser, Win is a Way

To get a return on all that you give away to the world and the matrix itself, do not look away.

Claymore and 50c guns goin’ off between grenaded and m-16 auto-fire, smoke’ll spark some

From my bedroom in Chicago to the marijuana farm outside Da Nang, high way to get home

Night fallin’ and no friends at my back, to my right or left, just music left in me, rollin’ rocks

Combat warfare, all day, every day, 13 months with a 2 week furlough for VD hooker shocks.

Pop said that we only got what we give, only live once here on Earth, devotion to let it all go

Out of your hands, out of all of our minds, so far from the origin you don’t recognize the hole

It’s all you get one the Red Giant implodes, it could be worse but I doubt I could imagine how

I think I’ve thought this through ad infinitum, existence is a mind sandwich, a dream to blow.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, March 19, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #OriginOfTheUniverse on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HdPzOWlLrbE after I woke from a dream, in Tibet near a llama cave at the top of the highest peak, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Everest }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#PointsCannotBeSharp #EverythingIsEverything #StillTheSame @NewRadicals @PetriDishes @CoinExchange @ViralInfections

CORONA PILL & A BAT-DOG VIRUS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 19, 2020

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Highlights only please, I don’t have the time to live in Italy and make China money, snakes

Travel ban on you and your doctors who diagnose disease in your bodies, jump in the lakes

Play Chinese checkers and Italian Chinese spaghetti and won ton soup, chopsticks in the sink

Snakes and rats unsafe in the chow mien and foo yung, COQ movin’ quick to become extinct.

So the contamination in a filthy place is normal, serve your country, follow orders, get ill, die

You have no reason to doubt me, elderly Italians getting the flu from the Chinese who can fly

Who dies of the flu and the colds of the Winter & Spring, hard surface contact for the elderly

Kill the old people and save the young people, it’s a call for mass extinction, naked ape silly.

Catastrophic events in your life end at your final demise, survivors will mourn and forget you

It’s the narrow way to move toward your death from life’s B negative charge of blood of blue

Teach your children to live and die like their kin or they’ll go out their mind, that being said

Origin of the virulent infection is the Bats and Rats pasta, meatball killer food kills you dead.

Eat the kisses and shake the hands of the sick and elderly, that will exterminate the wisdom

You and your babies are gonna get old and die too, it’s sooner than later, sequester your mom

Put her in a safe place, don’t shake her hand, don’t kiss her cheek and by kracky, don’t eat her

Candy hard sugar or soft chocolate, melts in mouths, rots the teeth, a diabetic candy number.

Retool your life, now you know that you are all gonna die, my medication from China is junk

Chinese junk on 7 seas, in plastic bottles stuffed with cotton in pharmaceutical leverage funk

Handcuffed to your ankles, the heavy metal is the last sound you’ll hear, drag you up the aisle

Supply chains of my gang unlinked from the pills of Chinese drugs in a toilet paper viral trial.

Shutdown your husband, your wife & children, your parents, your friends, all beyond the pail

Locked down and out from the happiness and love we all had a minute ago, now it’s all gone

Trade the present for the future and a probability that you’ll lose it all is high, reality’s will fail

Short people need social distance from moronic idiots, toilet paper’s all gone, COV-19’s pawn.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, March 19th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:30 AM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to the #NewRadicals #SomedayWeWillKnow on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bDmA8qQKhMY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThirdEyeClosed #TwoEyesWideOpen #DontJinxMeNow @GratefulDead @CAKE #Bullwinkle #RockyAndFriends

SKIRTS UP ABOVE THE HABIT HEM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, March 18, 2020

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Ebb and flow of the stream that used to be the lazy river that lost it’s rage to a mountain man

Think about it, one lost man all alone on Earth with nobody else on the planet, flash in a pan

Ink on the contract wasn’t even dry before the mouth on your face opened wide for insertion

Food from snakes and bats bleeding the viral infections rampant among dirty rats and men.

Grim secret within the wise one’s head, unknown to the many who want to murder the One

Just because the skirt’s up high, mid thigh doesn’t mean that you need to hop aboard for fun

It’s got nothing to do with anybody but the thing itself, the form and matter that dissolves ice

As above is the space and below is the time, we’re all here and now for the reasons of justice.

A ham sandwich on my mind’s eye and body’s soul, on rye with hot mustard and a kosher dill

Miracles happen when you least expect it, as if there’s an angel watchin’ in your window sill

But there’s nobody known or unknown in the present or in the past history of the world to be

White trash and rainbow cash for proof to shred upon this burned out star, alpha centauri.

Spell is on me but that’s not the way it’s going to be in a minute, a reversal of fortune’s turn

A corporation or one friend out in the open, for better of for worse, surrender free willy’s urn

Utter nonsense and complete surrender to the sound of guitars and conga drums movin’ feet

Up and down, all around the gravity sucking rock, we smoothly roll on my lady’s silk sheet.

Got the chalice, the holy grail of the Savior who got killed saving nobody special, an only son

She loved every bone in his body but he was who I am, as difficult as a differential equation

Not unsolvable just insoluble things themselves without the language of the swine flu, girl

Bloodline of shadow funk of the #Woke sleeper’s dreams come into an epiphany of ZZ swirl.

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ Dinked to Chicago #LookAway & #HITS youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2uKLTtVqQpE }

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W.W.A.R.D.?