#YouMustBeKidding #YoureNotKidding @PINK #COVid19

PAPER, SCISSORS, WORDS & GODS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 23, 2020

-------------------- #FixedMatrix --------------------

Matrix of a corona, a viral infection alright, no doubt about it, a random blank, black accident

Woke up at the crack of dawn, slept at the last sight of the sun setting in the blank man’s skin

Marked for disaster and romancing with the stone, too hard to get away with it, heaven scent

Convoluted explanations for justification of the indefensible minions, a mortal commit to sin.

I can’t tell you why any of this activity on Earth is happening, a civilized culture of the free

Moments of air breathed into and out from the aerobic tools we know as conceptual analyses

Finding the Truth at the absolute best time, perfect timing just like clockwork, meant to be

A third way down the middle of the road, a path of least resistance to the yin and yang tease.

Mumps, measles, smallpox or H1N1Virus #COVid19 by the simple minds mixe for the trick

To show what it means to cast a spell and watch it appear from absolutely nothing, it’s a kick

In the rear or the front end, either way the point is You and everybody else will try to avoid

To the uttermost echelon of the pit inside your mind and imaginary spirit, an immortal void.

Since the creeps and the fools have emerged and retooled their DNA by a random RNA fizz

Dream turned into reality, sleep turned into the awakening of the only thing that ever was

Beaten the sun’s heat in the shade of the wood and shingles, refrigerated iced cream tricks

Jumping and disappearing over the cliff, only one way out and that’s way down, got my 6?

Pouring over the iced cream sundae, the chocolate and cherries flow like lava out a mountain

Mixin’ & matchin’ rocks, molten in a rolling mass of cool Blackstone gas, so, which way’s up?

Beams of light turn me into absolute darkness and soundless feel and smell and taste of Man

Cause of the first man & last woman and all of them between, dream in a dream, wake TFU!

It’s a matter of random settling on the logical reason for the series of events called our Life

Game or serious business, it all ends the same, dead as a door-nail as if one could be alive

It’s a remote possibility yet still a low probability that life will turn out to be dreaming strife

A punishment for either disobedience of laws or at least a way to jackknife off of a high dive.

Monday through Saturday, the six revolutions make room for the final one, my Sunday best

Looking good as the lord, the gods, the random randos wanted us to be, a phenomenal fest

Party on the backstreets and in the penthouses of the skyscrapin’ Sheetrock, all souls to sing

Thrown up Happy Ending, Adam’s or #CHAD’s forms of anarchy, granite statues of nothing.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, June 23rd, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 PM PST

{ Drafted while watchin’ Nuclear Godzilla vs King Ghidorah | Godzilla: King of the Monsters @ https://youtu.be/5BxqahE0fu8 }

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FictionAintReal #RealityIsGodsCorpse #ItAintMyFault

DOOM & GLOOM IN DRAGO’S ROOM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 22, 2020

-------------------- #Asymptomatic -------------------

It doesn’t matter in the end, it’s not going to be forever and more likely won’t, it’s #SO tense

I want you to jump right on top of this one, put the kibosh on this shot fractured fairy tale

Nobody knows anything, start right there like you never knew that, it will all make nonsense

Am I right or wrong, you know no more than I do, less than the pope or president know.

Begin with courage required to survive surprising my consciousness with your hot Cat legs

How high do those stockings go? Scream and shout, I love ya honey, it’s all of what she digs

I need to move the wheels forward and finish the circuit by the deadline, it’s like a hot halter

Time just exposed its abstract groove only existing in the mind of man, full of Ra’s holy water.

This here is a ghost town that’s left over from the paradise that used to be a hummin’ deep

Nevermore anywhere else but here and when the now ends and it’s just a dream of a creep

Made a world up out of nothing and out of nowhere it comes trying to enlist a #SpaceForce

Whoa now y’all hold up, there’s no way I can commit to the infinite trip to the end. divorce.

The fact is sacrosanct, this is the fact of life, this is what you needed to know 50 years ago

At least you didn’t die before you found out for certain, people do get reaped by the wraith

Then again, right after everyone dies we all come to know the Truth, no Time left for Faith

Dig, for the minions, passin’ on the immortality, soul power over to a Doom & Gloom flow.

For the comedy and the tragedy, the play is played by acting players, all too humane beings

On the outfield, the court, the rink or gridiron, all’s the same, you win some, you lose some

It depends on luck, stamina and strategy, victory occurs at the moment the tide turns to red

All around the coasts, the sea turned red, reflected the algae without a predator, dice rolled.

Serious injuries have resulted from the death of reality, vision inside and outside are the One

Every man and woman on the planet is both a baby and an elder senior, live it up, dying son

Confronting the features of the matrix, every trick in the book that wasn’t written, I’m singin’

Bells ding down below, rung for the kin above grounds, just chillin’ with ol’ Marshall Dillon!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, June 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 1300 hours PST

{ Drafted while gorging on Thepinkpanther Tiriolo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ap90npnxZzs & listenin’ to some Tribal Seeds #Gunsmoke link @ https://youtu.be/eb--H-PIclI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TransSubstantiation #WaterIntoWine #InfiniteWining #WINNING @SANTANA

GOT YOUR 6, WHAT’S YOUR 20, EH?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 22, 2020

-------- #Shazam & #Isis --------

Fortune and the will to power combine in the matrix for a ride on a silver bullet to nirvana

Where angels fear to go because almost every angel disappears once they’re high on manna

Amazing and unfiltered beats of the bongs’ brothers and sisters, sperm and egg of the gods

On high above atmospheric pressure and gravitational collapses, blown asteroid rock show.

Mercury to Pluto and back down here to the Earth with a moon and a concept for the pawns

Who put the kings, queens, bishops and knights of the castles behind the safe golden dawns

Compared to the alternative, the presence of the state, the things that be live and die in a sea

Disobedience to the powers that be, the commandments of ethics, the good, the bad and ugly.

Pillars of weak-minded proletariat ilk, broken, shattered, obliterated to smithereens to boot

Should have joined the military to defend their country from enemies foreign and domestic

Now they’ve begun the rest of their lives in shameful woe, if they have to go to work it all out

They will just do it, kicking and screaming for relief from their mommy and daddy, so sick!

Bacterial and viral beyond the gods’ wildest imaginations, the spectrum of infrared is dead

Not even grateful because it’s the Way of the Warrior, it must be this Way, there’s no other

Performing the actions of the circus acts as needed, on the ground and sea, in the thin air

Omnipotent devices at our disposal, buttons to push and persuade the Ilk that blue is red.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, June 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 12:12 PM PST

{ Resurrected from thin air and the cosmic debris leftovers, drafted while listenin’ & watchin’ @LoonyTunes @ https://youtu.be/gDfJzSX3uck}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?