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INCOMPLETE, PSYCHIC MAGIC FUN

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, September 11, 2020

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Mental case of each and every one of us, deep down inside of a holy genome’s psyche

As if there is any such thing to swear by, as if anyone knows anything about a trike

Two wheels of rock, metal or rubber move this world faster than on foot, a quick shot

Humanity has bacteria and viruses to keep it in check, a Will to Power contained pot.

I know the day that this is can be forgotten but I will not forget, I’ll Never Forget, so

Be prepared for the lowdown because it comes with the parameters and the dice roll

I’m all in and everything other than me is all out, where’s my 390 million bucks now?

You didn’t pay the low level employees and a brand new security system busted blow.

Smoke and blow for the Rock and Roll is all gone, everyone will slam Jack Daniels shots

Alcohol now is getting the last call and the stache is in the sticky grip of a wolf and gadfly

All of which eats statues of liberty and justice for lunch, burn drugs, kill prisoner robots

Wild like cherries and berries that fill a pie full of pure joy, baking fruit and sugar in pies.

Free to become a dead man in due course but while I’m here and now, I’ve got an axe to grind

I didn’t ask to come here and I don’t care who you are or what you say about that, God’s find

Inside of the bones, in the brain where the psyche resides, a real delusion in your mind set

Little people beings come and go out of the ground of this being, I am one, you wanna bet?

Start in deep space, not anywhere near here and now on Earth, there’s no Time there, just be

The magic is the cause and effect of the imaginary fictions right in front of our faces every day

Demons and angels are both within and without us, behavior of the thing we are, boner blood

Where we come from and where we go when it’s over is a mystery, blind faith jump to a God.

Here’s a magic spell now, meeska, mooska, mousketeer, bada bing, now I am the faker fraud

Who I am, where I’m from and why I’m here, you don’t need to know the shape of any broad

What you are afraid of, your most deep fear of shape-shifting you think will kill you, a bat

Apes on the ground or in the trees to relieve themselves and smell like their wasted. god scat.

Kill the living and create life in love or in violent rage, it’s the human way, get your bell rung

We eat the dead things, mix them all up together in a flombet salad and recycle into my dung

No freedom to choose this aspect, it is a prerequisite to animating the DNA, to be, to survive

Ad infinitum or until the Time is up for you to breathe air and magic into you for a deep dive.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 9-1-1 September 11th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ Hacked this out of my brain this AM while listenin’ to #CoastToCoast old George Noory @https://www.facebook.com/Coast-to-Coast-am-WGeorge-Noory-192218984263501}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

FLAT LINES, APPRECIATE YOU! #MrMisunderstoodToo

FLAT LINES, APPRECIATE YOU!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 10, 2020

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It was all written on the wall and in the papers, the luck of you and the rest of co-living units

Reproduction of the bells that toll for the species’ survival, not lucky just misdirected, boned

By the producers, the ones who pay the bones & their unions, above hell & below here & now

Our only home, grounded girls get a rock and all of the boys are gettin’ too buzz drive stoned.

Y’all know what I’m talkin’ about no matter which way you swing, if you’re not a DNA cloned

We all had a ma and pa that grounded us here in a safe place for nine months, ego abandoned

Celebration and a requiem for a lightweight who had too many objections to warrior oldsters

Swords, sticks, rocks and stones come in handy, gunpowder can’t be found in China crackers.

Here’s how the herd takes advice, follow the leader to find where the water is, folks, that’s all

Literally or figuratively, your choice and mine, nobody else can make the decision, we all fall

From the grace we’ve inherited by the luck of a random draw, gun smoke leftover for my gods

Many Ones twist & wobble, fired about a sunny star, high, stoned babies with no last names.

Getting to the end comes soon enough whether you give it a single thought or not, no surprise

It’s a necessary condition to remain able to survive in a losing battle for immortality’s rubble

Miraculous effects of the First Cause right in front of your eyes, you will forget about the bull

Cows don’t care about Martha or George or the Donald, species last call, “just do it, let’s roll!”

Many decades and centuries rolled on to get right here to this point in the matrix, here we are

One and the same kind of weird creation from an absentee father and a welfare mother Earth

Everything that’s food is exchanged for debits and paper IOU’s, the poverty is a tab at the bar

Where I go to slam the day back into the banks of despair, Jackie Daniels dictates self worth!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, September 10th, 2020 A.D. @ 03:57 AM PST

( Drafted in a cold sweep, jammin’ to #ItsOverWhenItsOver Eric Church & TheRealBigSmo links @ https://youtu.be/mDc9DL9vVsM & https://youtu.be/eHGfmpXlhFk }

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GOLD, MINK & THE DEAD STONES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, September 9, 2020

******** #BootsNeedKnockin *********

Glad to be here, FISHIN’ for red dirt gold, seeds planted deep enough, leaf to smoke, in rows

Finding the ignorant isn’t easy but it’s a necessary condition for me justifying, puffs & blows

From pole to pole, all around the Earth, every continent and every body of water’s fire doors

Money couldn’t buy my Time in this Space, asking me pretty please and smiling, a lion roars.

When I say ‘gets it’ I mean that completely be on board with the Golden Rule, control the sex

Never treating anyone like you would hate to be treated, that will give you a clue to easy ways

Soft birth to hard granite death brings the entire consciousness into it’s origin, an unknown X

Reason and the struggle to survive on a hostile planet whose germs and genomes waste days.

Sometimes turns into always once the clock stops and the days don’t don’t play with my spurs

Where nothing you said means a thing to anyone, dead right, there in a No Life matters spree

All of this and that, over here and over there, anytime from the Big Bang to the tiny whimpers

A man it turns out, lives and dies with or without you to blame it all on, Unmoved Mover, me.

Prayers when you’re dreaming work just like a race car with flat tires going up a 45 degree slit

Through a mountain pass where even brave men feared to go, nobody wants to die in tidbits

There’s always a but and now you got one, got one man who knew it all, an 8 ball of confusion

Things themselves and forms of matter which make them what they are at being Bang units.

End after it began in a whimper, some shouts and cries, laughter and tears back to star dust

Complete, utter annihilation of everything you thought you know, cancels out your tiny fuss

Amazing drifting away from what matters most, you’re not here to stay, this may be all of It

Nothing from nothing leaves nothing, sweet dreams baby, it’s what I got, you got it, aw shyt!

Dancing in the light doesn’t count when you could be prancin’ in the dark, bringin’ the fight

Spurs and boots kicked off before I got to bed, I woke up from the dream at 6 AM, here I am

Just a dream, tonight’s sweet blackness where nothing can bother you, smile is the only light

Knowing it all or nothing at all are two sides of the same coin, differential equation, hot dam!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 9th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{Drafted to Luke Bryan 1 Margarita, 2, 3, we’ll be gone! https://youtu.be/YEq-cvq_cK4}

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W.W.A.R.D.?