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Saturday, October 24, 2020

@LukeBryant @EricChurch @Santana @Nickelback

OUT OF OO UPTIGHT SIGHT, RAIN!
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 24, 2020
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Everything in the universe is here and now on this planet, Earth, third rock from a burnt One
Silver and gold come from the innards and even the One doesn’t know what it’s nature Is, son
Come Sunday or Monday the things themselves will all disappear into cosmic dust like mama
She was here and now she’s all gone, a remarkable memory for a wisp of wind on my ol’ papa.

In the meantime, since I’ve found out that the Sun really never goes up or down, my eyes do
Asleep because I must without a free will on that requirement of the genome, to dream too
About whistling in the wind, trying to see the clear light in the eternal darkness love groovin’
Sundown or golden dawn is just the spin of the wobble, the only reason to drink spirits’ Sin.

Mortals wanting to be immortal without their 208 bones is an absurd yet obligation for Man
On being all too human, desire and will making a difference for a silent majority and it’s fan
That would be me, I’m a fan of the silent majority, I might be the only fan as the sun sinks in
To the imagination of the pretty girls and smart-arse boys who populate the ape-man skin.

Could be black or white underneath the hair on the skin, we’ve become dumb & naked apes
Evolved through the natural selection of females wanting a male boyfriend, dad of po’ kids
In or out of the caves, the huts, apartments, condos and mansions to house the egg/germs
Songs to sing and love to make between me since I’m here and now & you are not, Worms!

Tears of the ocean water on the ground of being, girls gone mad to create more baby’s blade
Infantile and innocent become the assimilation of fake pain and suffering of being so played
In a Big Bang or at the essence of the Singularity of senoritas who drank all my Margarita sun
On our way at sundown, riding into the West, far from the origin and on to destiny, I’m gone!

Me and you make the only two that need to be under a pale moon or a blazing hot star, a sun
Me, you, us and them, all of us, living, dead and those who have yet to be, we’re the DNA fun
Acid alive and kicking, Lysergic doors of perception blown wide open, it’s black jack D swillin’
Sweet and sour, all of it is the Need, the Desire to be knocking boots until the cows come In.

You know you’ve got it all, everything I need, you got it, like Roy Orbison used to sing for Sue
Higher Joseph Love than the highest place in space where you can still breathe, below a cusp
Of Ends and Origins, in a Twilight Zone that I can’t recollect being in, maybe a bee or a wasp
Is all I could do to germinate the world, fill the hives with sustenance and die for nothing too.

There’s a good chance that it’s highly probable, just might be possible to be more than bones
Look in the mirror or a reflection in the glass-like pool of blackwater in lagoons, a soul moans
Since the first decade of breath and fear of spankings, I knew this was all a matter of Timing
This Bad Business that this species rolls with, at least for the moments I lived, canary singing.

Zeroing in on the destination when you’re nearly out of fuel, you know you can’t make it Hair
I suppose you’ll close your eyes tight so you don’t see it coming, at that last blink in the hood
Chips are all in, the table is called with Infinity’s poker face, royal flush, four aces or One pair
Monaqita and Mona Lisa, forget about fittin’ in my groove, It’s raining & we’re in the mood!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Saturday, ROCKTOBER 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AMPST
{ Journey through fake news & rockin’ on youTube Carlos Santana & Rob Thomas LIVE #SMOOTH @ https://youtu.be/28E8WKZ614w }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, October 22, 2020

#BrothersOsborne slowin' rolls & pushin' up daisies, et al... lovin' the #GSC #ShouldYouKnowBetterThanHonorable #NOPE

$1.5 BILLION GIRL SCOUT COOKIES
by
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I ate all of them for lunch and I’m going to the wedding just to have some candy for little girls
Talkin’ over 18 years old, little to a full grown under 24 hour ultraviolet or infrared radiation
Uncertainty principle involves an intimate understanding of matters of fact, a dervish whirls
Centrifugal forces diminish as we approach the collapse of this blackened hole we’re all in.

Uncles, brothers of your mother and father all know you as well as you know your heart
And soul that keeps your organic life and bones in it’s 208 piece peaking in the fake art
Pictures photographed, drawn or painted include the common thing it represents, a soul
Invisible yet ascribed with the power that runs and animates the dirt from pole to pole.

Eating the cookies or smoking the leaves that burn in effigy for the Mary, the best friend
Conflagration causes a fit of frustration and leads to the inevitable reach for a deeper end
Accepting bribes to get in touch with a #BigGuy for access in order to skim a legal contract
Does the IRS care that #Deals WERE NOT done as an art but a mere tragedy of the dialectic.

Bacteria and viruses are the microscopic controllers of the animation, motion of the oceans
Slipstream from the eye-opener that did the trick for you is for your eyes only, ain’t no furls
Once you’ve achieved Nirvana, descriptions of sounds good, bad and ugly from mortal’s sins
In the connection mode, all of the freight cars are full of empty tractors and trailer park girls

by
r j j stephan, i
Thursday ROCKTOBER 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 12:12 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to 22 minutes from a foreign country ala Sky News #HardDriveGator link @ https://youtu.be/_zhWHsfEa0U }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

#PlayinReveleForCompanyB @ChristinaAguilera @StevieNicks @BetteMidler #TheMaguireSisters #MontgomeryGentry


CATCH ME ON A GOOD DAY, POPS!
 by
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Born tryin’ hard to get ahead but only a minimal amount of the species are allowed the Time
To be in the right place at the right time, in Disneyland as a mouskateer, it’s all on my dime
Candyman swingin’ on a vine, in the Space of the In and Out, ready to swill Mad Dog 20/20
One stop shop and makin’ your panties drop for the last time, I’m the only one, got my arm?

Dancing in the darkness without a clue, not even ultraviolet or black light to see a hyperbole
I cannot understate the case in or out of a court of law, I’ve got that degree to list God’s son
Pinched myself to see if this outpouring of nonsense is actually a dream or reality, let us see
We the people or we the animals, one and the same, anima is a thing that moves, we are One.

Thrown off a cliff is what the old men and women of the prehistoric past used to do, true dat
If you broke a rule or a law, the punishment was to kill you, no trial, no hearing, just a splat
Smashed skin and bones in a pile for the snakes and bugs to demolish add to a decrepit fuss
Skulls left in the cave for the sill bastards who will explore this all in the pitch black darkness.

Could be pink or could be obsidian dark, either way a sheen of the superstar’s rockin’ hard
Still no way to extend the party beyond the final curtain, you gotta go when you gotta go
Make a connection to be chillin’ at the end when only your soul drips with a special flow
It will all end eventually, inevitably and with much ado about nothing, cut the GD chord.

Your body, my party and we are probably gonna get naughty, dancin’ and feelin’ skin/bone
Full of the sins that make the noise it takes to get fired up to have the babies that come home
From the empty space or the overseas wars for freedom or high value cache of Gold, dreams
Rap, sing and rhyme or just follow the rhythm up & down, in & out will end in fire, it seems!

Beams of low or high wavelength beyond the visual, all of it seems to be a hope of our father
He wanted us, you and I and all of the rest of us to walk as if we owned a joint of our mother
Trying to avoid the end of the plateau which has another step beyond a Twilight Zone’s Fate
On and forever off, whatever it was that brought you here, that will take your unblinded date.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday, ROCKTOBER 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 1830 hours
{ Created from a cosmic mist of dust that’s 360 degrees around me, 24 hours, 7 days every week while listenin’ to Christina Aguilera #FIGHTER link @ https://youtu.be/PstrAfoMKlc & Stevie Nicks #EDGEofSEVENTEEN link @ https://youtu.be/UmPgMc3R8zg }
 
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?