#TongueTied & #FaceMasked

PUPPETS IN GIRL’S HAIR STYLES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan - Thursday - August 16, 2018

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Here and now are the place and time you want to be, ready for the roller coaster feel a thrill

Of going slowly uphill and rush down at light-speed around and around the top of Chop Hill

High or low it goes faster than you care to go without a seat-belt and end the ride breathless

On skates, on a board, on skis and sleds, toboggans work too, slide on down to the crib’s bliss.

Up above and down below the same place you’re sitting now, barely getting by with your digs

Places with things inside to surprise your sense of being a man, all too human sons of Whigs

Being told to shut your mouth when it’s big and you’ve got lips bigger than your killer tongue

All you have is your bidding, that you’re a grown ass man, with a grown ass punk face offing.

Monsters won’t get him because they won’t let his father be, the refuse of Rico is all the Maya

Garbage written and said from the first day of hearing a sound, a song, a voice, mama mia

Putting two plus two together always comes to four and that’s where it’ll be left, bein’ sublime

Put your lips together and try to force the air to scream in screech code, must be supper time.

A bite off of the candy qualifies as experience so eat a bunch of Hershey bars and Musketeers

Dust off the old dirt from my boots and my lid and goin’ out huntin’ for the punks, my peers

You don’t know me but I will annihilate and inhale your essence, metabolize it, hairstyle dies

If I can show you puppets dreaming nothing, I will have had a very good Friday in paradise.

Found my mind hiding in a corner about 5 minutes after I lost it, lost my mind for too long

Crazy and upset about the nature of the beast that moves from place to place without reason

Just because it needs to be done for the sake of something bigger than the both of us, a song

Singing to a sinkin’ ship in the middle of shark infested waters, just what I wanted! Bite me!

by

r j j stephan, i  { #ItIsNotComplicated when you wear a #RasberryBeret <3 br="" her="">

c. August 16, 2018 Thursday @ 6:66 PM PHT

{ drafted while listenin’ to Steve Winwood & Eric Clapton doin’ #SlowHand & @PRINCE #PRINCE #WhenDovesCry things on youTube link BE - LOW ! } 

W.W.A.R.D.

Boys 'Round Here in @ASL American Sign Language

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ImAGrownMan #IAmTouchedByWhiteTrash

PUPPETS IN GIRL’S HAIR STYLES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan   

c. Thursday, August 16, 2018 
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Here and now are the place and time you want to be, ready for the roller coaster feel a thrill

Of going slowly uphill and rush down at light-speed around and around the top of Chop Hill

High or low it goes faster than you care to go without a seat-belts and end the ride breathless

On skates, on a board, on skis and sleds, toboggans work too, slide on down to the crib’s bliss.

Up above and down below the same place you’re sitting now, barely getting by with your digs

Places with things inside to surprise your sense of being a man, all too human sons of Whigs

Being told to shut your mouth when it’s big and you’ve got lips bigger than your killer tongue

All you have is your bidding, that you’re a grown ass man, with a grown ass punk face offing.

Monsters won’t get him because they won’t let his father be, the refuse of Rico is all the Maya

Garbage written and said from the first day of hearing a sound, a song, a voice, mama mia

Putting two plus two together always comes to four and that’s where it’ll be left, bein’ sublime

Put your lips together and try to force the air to scream in screech code, must be supper time.

A bite off of the candy qualifies as experience so eat a bunch of Hershey bars and Musketeers

Dust off the old dirt from my boots and my lid and goin’ out huntin’ for the punks, my peers

You don’t know me but I will annihilate and inhale your essence, metabolize it, hairstyle dies

If I can show you puppets dreaming nothing, I will have had a very good Friday in paradise.

Found my mind hiding in a corner about 5 minutes after I lost it, lost my mind for too long

Crazy and upset about the nature of the beast that moves from place to place without reason

Just because it needs to be done for the sake of something bigger than the both of us, a song

Singing to a sinkin’ ship in the middle of shark infested waters, just what I wanted! Bite me!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 16, 2018 Thursday @ 6:66 PM PHT

{ drafted while listenin’ to Steve Winwood & Eric Clapton doin’ #SlowHand things on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eoSn2Y-b6wI & @ https://youtu.be/ugTaPTv0eQY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PerpetualTwilightZone #MiddleForkPlease

DEATH to DAUGHTERS of mkultra 

by Richard Joseph Stephan - Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Not as strange as blowing your mind on major orange sunshine trip at the Ala-county fair

Or was that the purple microdot of the deep state bitten professors with the cool grey hair

For the few and the proud philosophizing children of the middle class godless drop-outed

Unmarried, girls of welfare godmothers with dreaded locks for grown-man boys, drop dead.

A fertile, grown idiotic moron, yes I’m speakin’ of the One who will never speak, yo’ mama

She was violated by her brother and you, Mr. Real Man that you are your own uncle’s son

Violation of the space between you and me, touching my finger on purpose caused your end

Stabbed in mid-forehead in a second, without warning, assault rewarded, badabing, it’s done.

If you decided that the only way for you to get TV attention is to act “the Fool” and touch me

Causing the massive security system to respond to the threat of an ‘irate & irrational’ wheelie

Dressed up like a little girl, dressed by women of the identical ilk as a passionate racist skirt

Yet pretending to be a ‘grown-man’ invading the space of another, wanting to die in the dirt.

Anywho, on to the next predicament presenting itself in front of a white-caution vibration

The best policy is to MYOB and if you are in public, with witnesses, don’t allow intimidation

Find the middle way, a place you can go to be secure in the government mule space. Please!

Five years in prison for possession of a joint of dead plant weed, escaped to the Swiss cheese.

What you have seen, any memory of the time just before we were conceived, then it happened

Gave a hearty farewell to your great, great grandfather clock, Space & Time that Adam sinned

After life there’s no death, death only exists in minds of ones who are awake, stars of a son

Just because some of y’all think you’re so pretty and smart, sex leads to a species’ extinction.

FOREIGN INTEL SURVEILLANCE ACT, controls Big Brother’s pot with 666 pieces of gold

Investigate you, spike yo’ water with “Blowing America’s Mind” with idiotic white-hair old

It tastes great, it’s got a lot of sugar that will kill your DNA little by little, breakin’ it on down

You smell like a little girl, you have a wig of a little girl on your dead head, no big deal clown!

by

r j j stephan, i { #mkUltra what? #AddItUp #WTF are you talkin’ ‘bout y’all empty bottles of wine? You be trippin’! #EnjoyTheRideMyFriends }

c. August 15, 2018 Wednesday @ 4:30 AM PST

{ written while feelin’ the #DeltaBreeze & listenin’ to Chris Janson’s #WhiteTrash & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2C8orE6hEV0 }

{ written while feelin’ the #DeltaBreeze in #SacTown & listenin’ to Chris Janson’s #WhiteTrash & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2C8orE6hEV0 } W.W.A.R.D.?

ONE UNFORTUNATE #SONNY (MY DAD) @ricoSacto; #ricoSacto

SOMETHIN’S BETTER N’ NOTHIN’ *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan 

c. Tuesday, August 14, 2018
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You all will get everything you deserve, sooner or later, you can actually count on that, mate

It may not be the best thing that ever happened to you either, a Friday night with no date

Drove me crazy tryin’ to become a saved man in a cruel world, all in my imagination, serious

Around here, all around there, buzzed, in it 66 years, welcome or not, a buzzin’ for all of us.

Temporary jazz and permanent rock & roll down in a crucifix’s grave, all 6 feet down under

It’s where the sun don’t shine and the maggots don’t go, where you go also, to the rot I abhor

Like the elders, the ancients, the ancestors we’ve evolved from and inherited their ethics sign

Good and Bad and Ugly for the triplets won’t allow One to rule the roost, it’s a matter of time.

Yes, now you know that this world is spinnin’ and wobblin’ around in circles, 365 every year

Rollin’ around the ecliptic like it’s nobody’s business, a direction caught in the gravity’s pull

Truth and Justice are the mythological pablum of mytics and the fools who follow the beer

Or the whiskey or the smoke, whatever is left after I drank all of the wine of the vine, no bull!

Peanuts and almonds, pistachios and mama’s apple pie, all there’s left of it all, heart attacked

Struggled to glide again, like mama and daddy said, fallin’ down don’t count on my old bones

I am still moving and won’t go back to being Unmoved until I am good and ready, shellacked

The only way I’m leavin’ this desert in the middle of an oasis, heaven and hell, I’m All, Alone.

by

r j j stephan, i { *header is a series of Native Chieftains of North America, sculpted rocks! }

c. August 14, 2018 Tuesday @ 4:44 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to some Eric Church #ChattanoogaLucy & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hwjxoqy1RXc }

{ written while listenin’ to some Eric Church #ChattanoogaLucy & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hwjxoqy1RXc }
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#SteamUpYourKeasterAMOS @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

STEAM UP YOUR KEASTER, AMOS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·  Monday, August 13, 2018

 

Carry your jiving behind back where the seven sons never shine, it’s only you winning

Loving and living the life you love, here and now in Presence, past flowing downstream

An era from that biological awakening teenager, stone cold war on TV screens, oh Daisy

Gold honey is still sweet and sticky just like the day it was conceived in love and ecstasy.

Pickin’ up the sticks, gettin’ down with the bad selves split into a billion stone cold souls

A moment runnin’ through the motion with the apples and pears, my rocks and my rolls

Magic or not, being blind, deaf and not as dumb as the ones with 20/20 vision/hearing

A foot in front of the other leaves a message that there’s nothing stoppin’ you, just sing.

Blame your mother and your father for your state of being on Earth, children end screws

Snoopin’ dogs or blood suckin’ leaches, we’re all related to the slugs of the fifth avenues

Places where the refused food doesn’t pass an aroma to the darkness and a lonely night

It pertains to you and I, breathe in and out, you know, hold your own, y’all cannot fight.

I won’t blow it because that assumes that number one, I am able to and two, that’s it, I will

What the...is this happiness? Don’t you know what I mean? Take it slow, just take a pill

Enjoy the ride like the boys on the bikes chant, just roll on until the end and then kill mine

Kill the life inside that your mother and father granted, down by the river, drinkin’ wine.

You shouldn’t smoke any more than you have already, don’t give up drinkin’ more beers

Some folks smoke and some just die without smoking, day by day, all smoke and mirrors

Clearly in hindsight it’s all the Glory of God, you must be pullin’ my leg, I’m drinkin’ rum

A case or a keg is the beginning of the party, down by the riverside, deserted seventh son.

Fathered through Man’s sight of a keester and scent of a Woman’s ecstatic embrace-scam

On a time line from then until then, here and now, I’m bumpin’ into the tired bump scam

Where our great grandparents moved along in health until death, now dead and gone, so?

It depends, I’ve got soul here and now but when I die, it’ll die with me, I am an Earth Man.

It’s an evolutionary scam to force the California Gold to surface above the ground of being

Red dirt whispering that there’s something deep down inside the coal mines, a diamond ring

Rocks falling and beating down to the center-core of the burned out star that we are, Dog

Backwards now, all together, what’s it spell? G-O-D! Yes, that’s right, God’s a Dog. Bark!

by

r j j stephan, i { ...I blinked! 60’s recollecting watchin’ B&W TV Amos And Andy eatin’ nickel candy, rottin’ my chick-lets out 1 by 1 ! }

c. August 13, 2018 Monday @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the 5th Dimension “Ashes To Ashes” & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/K_K_yFws-b4 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PERSEIDS ' BLOWN JOB IN PERSUS @ricoSato #ricoSacto

PERSEIDS’ BLOWN JOB IN PERSEUS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  Sunday, August 12, 2018

For no reason at all, let me repeat, absolutely no doubt about this Truth, logical and rational

Rocks falling into the sounds of the Eternal #HellsBells where Nothing reigns, never rings It

Unmoved and a mystery to the elite of the Occult Wisdom and Knowledge of mankind’s cabal

Signs of a singular Time and Space that we’re in, lookin’ above and below a belt starlight skit.

I assume that anyone who uses language, written or spoken #WORD can grasp bare bones

Things themselves, whether your deaf or blind are still the things themselves, mitosis sows

It really doesn’t matter if the senses of the body are stimulated by the mind, pheromones

In the music of the tunes you can hear the rhapsody in blue, in red and black rock n’ rose!

Nothing more than the best there could ever be, opened mind to the light that heals wounds

Warms the frozen rock into the lava of the spewing, holy exit from the core to the sky bounds

Where no man or woman, no animal can go without the air of Jordan or the Atlantean seas

Utter awareness of the origin and destination of your soul, not mine, yours, give it up, please?

I went to church every single Sunday, to serve the priest’s mass before the saving, gold cow

Turning bread and wine into an imaginary transubstantiation of a flesh body and sanguine

Bejeweled chalice of gold runneth over for the sips of the sacrificial lamb’s pretending sin

As if God or the son or daughter of God could ever do anything wrong, please, come on now!

Benefit of the doubt given, monks, priests, nuns, holy men, holy women and half blind birds

That is the absolute and only path to the peace generated by that practice of trusting words

As if the people who knew the words before you could not have been deceived, magic sounds

With no infinite dialectic yet steeped in Earth’s mystic, muddy water, watch out for clowns.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 12, 2018 Sunday @ 11:11 AM PST

{ written while enduring the mighty ZZ Top LIVE & in studio, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lAHGVK1AtnQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?