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IN FLIGHT 358 BTS, ‘71 TO ‘20 OMGs

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 15, 2020

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Ma and pa I left y’all back in ‘71 just to get to the presence of the present, did you know It?

Of course you knew, you told me to be careful and boy oh boy were y’all right, never a doubt

I said I do several times and then it wound up sometimes being I don’t and I didn’t do chit

Just because I thought a lot of girls were pretty doesn’t mean I wanted to marry them full out.

Here and now, soon in the future it will be way back when, but right this second, grounded in

To a matrix of polar magnetic swirl, between a HugeBang and TinyWhisper, inconveniencing

The poor rich guys who worked or inherited the wealth of gold, silver and an invisible, old pig

A matter of being in the right place at the right time, you just don’t know when it is, you dig?

There’s wonder in the air, after all is said & done, either a ghost takes off or was never here

Only way to find out is unacceptable to me personally, others may have no problem with fear

Of the power big brother and the holding company who held nothing but holes in blue jeans

A righteous morphology strikes a chord in the mind’s eye, through the doors of perception.

Exceptional insight into the fallacious arguments of the irrational mob mentality, it is done

There’s nothing to see either here or there, what’s happens is it all disappears into stardust

To recombine like the cellular DNA, Earth will gravitationally collapse into slavery mastery

Of the mice and the humans peeking through the window pane at the freed slaves’ in a story.

Duplicitous as a joke in a suit of diamonds, putting the full house or royal flush going down

Into the depths of the abyss where angels and even God fears to go for fear of being a clown

Since you’re the one that created every single cell on Earth, ad infinitum into extinction, so

They always start like that, “So what? Who cares?” you ask. OMGs you don’t wanna know.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, June 15, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to The Rolling Stoness #CodeStones #MidnightRambler & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DRot9IjNSso }

 

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#ThereaintNoJustice @TheMightyTemptations @Santana #RED

CRANBERRIES, MY KIDNEYS & RED

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 15, 2020

I got a car last night, I’m gonna get in it and drive down to a city of changelings, God, let’s roll

Flew around and went down and roosted in the Hollywood hills and the contraption claptrap

If you have it all except immortality that’s where you go, to a castle with a swimming hole sea

Semper Fidelis in the dream of America, the founding fathers hope for the progeny of liberty.

I would be in a world of hurt and pain if I let it be the way it would be if I didn’t give a flyin’ F

For the way of the warrior is narrow, down the middle of the battles in the war for immortals

Beings who never lived down here on Earth, we’re supposed to believe they’re in charge of US

Yet they are not, it’s the spin of the ball of dirt and it’s revolutionary ecliptic around a burnt 1.

Stars millions of miles apart from their planets, our sun isn’t the only star with the dirty balls

Globular masses conglomerated from the #BigBang you’ll never see, it’s all in the distant Past

Coming and going in the cells of DNA IS the game, not the pretend behavior of minion’s falls

What is this all about, flounder on the crooked end of the dropping drapes, ends of The Play!

Not my personal ends but yours are the issue, you think you’re immortal, soul and body to be

Animated flesh and blood on a frame of preformed acid bone, y’all get higher than me for free

I gotta work for the life, you’ve got to laugh and have a good time because your mind is broke

Your fault, it’s the luck of the draw, some DNA’s inferior RNA-Antifa viral infection got woke!

It’s already checkmate brothers and sisters, game’s over, tilted the machine, I shook the balls

Civilization’s not wanted by the compliant ones who love the lazy life layin’ on a beach, sons

Daughters should never mate with these dregs who’d raise more of the mindless trips & falls

Purple Hazed, Window Paned, Orange-Sun Shined and Strawberry Double-domed trip-runs.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 15, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:04 AM PST

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#SadStoryInYourEyesToo #BlackEyedPeas #Blondie

WHO IS OUT THERE, OFF MY HUMP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 14, 2020

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Nobody you want to know and maybe someone you want to be, the end hierarchy of a boot

Burning out little by little, moment by moment someday to end in One cool Big Singularity

Bashing you and your friends, relatives and strangers in paradise, all phuqt up to Mercury

Competence you have or have not matters little to the ending of the story, points all moot.

Matrix within your cerebral cortex, cross pollinated with mothers and fathers from the rapes

Not much love a long time ago, here and now it’s different for the masses, drawn the drapes

Giant idiots in the middle of being morons and idiots who hunt for nothing but their ending

Finding it where they least expect it, a last gasp of oxygen, one more taste of gold spending.

Morons used to invade and kill men and rape their women and here we are, Ma’s mortal sins

Who were your great, great, great grandparents if you’re not one of the #Elite? Or if you are?

Nobody but a picture on the wall, a photograph or a painting of the image in two dimensions

Fortune’s not luck but intent and timing, always be on Time’s Space, it’s tricky, a far out scar.

Serious defiance of your maniac herd of ignominious fools of broken towns & trailer parks

Sun comes up anyway, every day whether you like it or not, the Earth’s spinnin’ fake yarns

From the screamin’ babies to the cryin’ old ladies and decrepit men from the hoods, sharks

All of them hungry, none of them with money or food, lots of shiitake to burn down the barns.

Cinderella and Charlemagne couldn’t have made this up, it’s a convergence of fantastic souls

Headlights behind me and taillights ahead for kilometres, speed limit on Earth is 190 MPH

If you don’t go that fast you cannot finish the job you came here to start, the lives of humans

Brown, yellow, white and black lives matter to the ones who are brown, yellow, white & black.

Inside the secret society of dead men and possibly dead women, I don’t know, God is known

To the sons and daughters of the revolution, spelling bees helped some, 3rd world civilization

The mob is my friend and we move as one, following my intent and will to have it all happen

A square hole in a round peg but it’s going to be alright now, it’s over your head, it’s blown!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, June 14, 2020 Anno Domini @ 6:14 Post Meridiem

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