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LOOSE NUTS FROM TENNESSEE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan @5:55 AM PST

Saturday, September 1, 2018

Cuddle up baby, I’ve got some old news for you and I ain’t got no time like the H & N present

It’s alright if you don’t listen but I am required by contract to fulfill the #HillbillyDeluxe floss

Sweet inheritance of mothers and fathers, daughters and sons of Adam that’s #HeavenSent

From me to you and all of the species here and now, folks present in a revolving spin of Eros.

Small town to the coast’s ocean of salty liquid gas of hydrogen and oxygen, All One, the same

From alleys in Chicago to the bayou in the swamps, to the everglades, backwoods in a holler

I wait for the rest of y’all to catch up to the place we hang, clickin’ longnecks around sundown

Lookin’ for nothin’ but a way to forget you gotta work ten hour days, for a coon smile frown.

Sendin’ me debits to give to the credits just because I loaned you 23 years of my living it up

Boy and girl that was worth it, forgot about all of the childhood and adulthood faux pas cup

With or without the sugar it came and went quicker than gravity’ll suck y’all six feet under it

Underground or ashes mixed-bone and homegrown smoked in a peace pipe’s bowl of #Chit.

Got a hotrod tuned up Saturday night, hillbilly pickup, race ‘round sundown, edge ain’t evens

Smellin’ that black, burned rubber, noxious fumes of the high test injection, coon smile, hens

Didn’t last long until the smokies came cherry-tops blazin’ red and blue, emergency is down

How much can a #hillbilly take? #Homegrown outta Memphis or the ‘sippi, #NASCAR bone.

Alright, alright, it’s alright now because there’s nothing you can do, nobody is The Root, see

Everybody is here and now chiefly due to the smoke and mirrors of the oratorical ancestry

Those who are dead, here and now, they have no stature other than their thoughts of #Hehl

Displaced souls headless because their Origin is Thimphu-like, faux-amoeba in a jar’s #Bell.

Hillbillies from #NorthPole to #SouthPole agree, you and I need to chill in the gods’ foothills

Keepin’ the reins tight, spurs sharp and @Skynyrd ready #McFly so y’all ‘do what thou wilt’

It’s time to move the party from the woods to the river, so the girls can skinny dip our thrills

From #ACDC to #Zeppelin small town bones, big time #DeluxeHillbillies, #Freedom is a kilt.

by

r j j stephan, i {#GunnedDownRoundSundown }

c. 9-1-2018 #Dawn #Sunup Saturday @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while cruisin’ to the #TasteeFreeze listenin’ to #BrooksAndDunn on youTube #HillbillyDeluxe & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/H3QEKT2mk_Q }

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#HillbillyDelux #GiftThatKeepsOnGiving

SHE HAD A LOTTA NEVERENDINGS 

Children won’t know what I was thinkin’ when it all came down to me and the end of the Bay

But you and I know there’s always the #Hehl to pay when you play the game of life just cryin’

Trying to get your way all the time so that you’re the most happy man on a mole hill of #Meh

Thinkin’ about nothin’ except you and me and the future to be, day after day a song of the sin.

Not that nothing is true, false or otherwise but real knowledge is impossible, that’s the Ends

Wind and rain produced by the spin and wobble of the shotgunned hunk, gives you the bends

Gaps and trenches filled in with the gas, homemade, holy seplechure of dreams, beach bones

#Mandingo rats full of mammalian-amphibian DNA, baby Jesus mugged the Buddha Ones.

I recently bought everything on Earth for my personal property, a million things everywhere

I didn’t pay a dime for even one acre, not a hectare or an island, continent or peninsula there

Still bought the dirty remnant of the stardust remaining from the #BigBang of three stooges

Funny Tragedy just an integral part of nights and days you get when you’re one of the rogues.

As I descended into the lower echelons where there is no night and day, I knew I’d go insane

Called the police on my cell phone, #5150 came down hard on my case, shotgun full of #pain

Messed me up and I can’t get my engine back in tune with high octane, fuel injection sparks

I may have to will it to be done like the loco brothers of my #yoyo days, sleepin’ in the parks.

Hobos drinkin’ whiskey and wine, every night in the barroom, all nowhere, far from my home

Love and a need to be with another fired up body of matter munching defecator's, holy Rome

All of that driving beasts of burden, jackin’ jaws of their Blues’ rhythm-skipping’ dusty sluts

Nothing’ll be left, #LapisLazula twilight’ll suck hillbilly deluxe out your hot daughters’ struts.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 31, 2018 Friday @ 4:11 AM PST

{drafted listenin’ to #HillbillyDeluxe @Brooks&Dunn #BrooksAndDunn on youTube}

FINIS

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Pink Cadillac - Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band

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@ACDC to @ZZTop

CREEPIN’ IN SPACE NUMBER 26

by

Richard Joseph Stephan - Thursday, August 30, 2018

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We went to school, we aliens took the sea animals and made an aquarium of people

To walk among them while they watch behind the glass abstractions, fishin’ sheeple

The records are all broken and the rest of the losers who can’t, win comin’ in second

Pounds of weight piled on from the tables of ladies and men, who fed my frenzy friend.

Pent up emotional rescues from the days and nights way back when, I was young and U2

I’ll stand-down and pour some more #JackDaniels into my thirsty mouth, not a drop for you

Nothing like a wing and a prayer to give you a ticket to ride the wings of blind faith of Void

Herman and Peter and the rest of the ancestors laugh in the state of non-being schizoid.

Three wishes from the bottle of a genie won’t get the smoke and mirrors I need to be me

You can’t see a ghost or a reflection of one, your Self remains ready for the things to be

Comin’ from the ground of being, snakes, four and two legged, winged and kinder Islam

Easy to get under the umbrella to deflect the shrapnel of Hades fallin’ on poor old Adam.

Perfect or imperfect, all in the way of the warrior’s saga, fighting to remain breathing in

And out, ad infinitum until the stars fall from the sky and that will never be, I’m just sayin’

On a ranch or in a high rise tenement in the city’s ghetto, Cabrini Green, Watts, got it good

Y’all got it good, read some history and go way back before your props for bein’ in a #Hood.

A fermented philosophy of existence and being requires a sense of aloofness, not yet obvious

Except to a chosen few who see the mask as an arrogance rather than a look of satiation’s lust

To never need anybody or anything and to be self sufficient with neither need, desire or trust

Middle pathway leads to the First Origin, drunk with reason, DNA embedded a divine curse.

I’m certain that I there is a place without a stitch of light, no forms, no angels, no worms at all

No sound to hear, no sights to see, nothing to say, taste, nothing to touch ‘cept a dunkin’ ball

Pizza party after the game, everybody wins and feels the pain, emptiness of losers #Winning

Once inside the doors of perception, immersion facilitates illusory delusion, Art of #Cunning.

{ written while listenin’ to #EricChurch links @ https://youtu.be/rOuF3k_-asA & https://youtu.be/MXIpNL0mEGg & #ChrisStapleton @ https://youtu.be/bIyjedRGMwE }

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Bruce Springsteen - Working On a Dream (Video Version)

#Beautiful @BruceSpringsteen rockin'.....  #BruceSpringsteen  but...... now.....W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheBestThingThisShitownEverHad

 

I WILL OVERWHELM YOU

by Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Got down to my ancestor’s muscle and bone and all he had was a knife and a sword to stab

He had neither morals nor fear of death and didn’t think about anything but eatin’ n’ phuqyn

But one day an animal hungrier than he came upon his scent of a stench, no bath heaven sent

Had to put all of his power and brawn into the struggle to survive, he did and the tiger didn’t.
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Why the species exists is because of it’s drive to turn nothing into a super nova in a millennia

Fever pitched hate and fear of the killers of your tribe might drive you to be the super warrior

Who cannot die until the battle subsides and all is well with the troupe or culture of madmen

Both ways across the pond from north and south poles to the Mariana Trench, this here is it.
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You and I won’t be talkin’ or thinkin’ about this or that after the final curtain falls, drop dead

We may find that it wasn’t all too human, to be or not to be #Man, brothers, sisters all inbred

At one time way back in the day when cousins mated with cousins, causing mass mutilation

We came alive eventually, inheriting a third wish to be or not to be without any questioning.
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Timeline in the space of a local quadrant is twenty four hours, halfway through being twelve

Ad infinitum and so it goes on forever and a day, that’s an infinite amount of spirits, top shelf

But the whole thing is, the dust to dust part at the end of your life, when everything is lost

Makes you feel like you belong to a club of One, all is well and this was fun, but at what cost?
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Short and sweeter than Tupelo honey, an idea rings a bell, a light goes off, squelch the fears

Unknown and known merge as the yin and yang often do, the ocean crashes, nobody hears

If you think you have the bull by the horns and you’re ready to wrestle with the end of you

Then just charge the bull face to face, head to head and boom, boom out go the lights too.
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by r j j stephan, i

c. August 30, 2018 @ 12:00 midnight AM

{ written while listenin’ to AC/DC HITS like #SoulStripper on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MXIpNL0mEGg }

GRANDMA EVE AND GRANDPA ADAM

MET IN A GARDEN OF APPLE TREES

Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, August 27, 2018

Alrighty then, this isn’t going to go over well from the priests, ministers, reverends, cardinals

Even the #HolyFather’ll feel the humanity of his childhood, presidents, kings and queens too

Nobody from anywhere in any quadrant of the Cosmos can have higher hopes than my pals

Where there’s a will there is a way to accomplish the intended result, target set and will to be.

It’s a judgement call about the substance of everything, the matter and energy of the mystical

Moving to disguise infinity which has no mask but is what it is, a thing itself is all symbolical

Hyperventilating and outperforming in a context of Being and Nothingness, a platonic punk

Where I come from, the platonic punks excel in their chosen fields, rise to the top of the funk.

Paradise had no trouble and then suddenly it did, without a scintilla of God or Goodness’ Ra

I had an idea one day after all of the skies turned black above, I’d be thinkin’ ‘bout this #bull

What a trip it’s been since a little byte of apple from the tree of knowledge caused my tumble

Waking up, wiping the sleep out of my eyes, this dream is vanishing right now, poof, GONE!

Tomorrow is now today and the Aliens have landed and infected the wombs of women to be

Just the DNA in genes have been rearranged, no sexual encounter with big headed eyeballs

But there is a small detail that has been left for a private lesson, between you and your Self

Common knowledge and ancient wisdom become One, just one little byte, now hit ENTER.

Oh hehl no, that didn’t just happen! Are you trying to make me die laughing out loud, yes?

Man up and take the lead, take charge and get the show on the road, time is wasting away

You’ve only got so many ticks of the imaginary hands on this rock clock, so be the GD ball

Roll and rock until the dark turns into the dawn, shut eyes to the daylight, it’s fun to #Fall.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 27, 1951 AD { Today’s a day that’ll live in infamy, the day I was born! Thank God! }

*written while listenin’ to #Dion & other great jams on iHeart link @https://www.iheart.com/artist/elvis-presley-1014/songs/gospel-medley-10470311/ }

#NoReadersAccess #DontThinkIDontThinkAboutIt

CALIFORNIA GOLD & MY HOLY RA*

Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, August 26, 2018

I will try to cop out on the whole shebang if I can, if there’s a will and there is, this intent

To be or not to be here and now, with y’all and the ones who ain’t here yet, heaven sent

Bottom line at the core of the essence of the solar system, galaxy and cosmos, is Evil yet

Evil is merely Live spelled backward, just sayin’ it is NO coincidence, you better #Think!

About the cause and effect of your actions after your mother and father conceived your egg

Microscopic DNA or just a miracle from the storks flyin’ around the partly cloudy, blue skies

Neither #United nor #American in a fractoid kind of way, over Niagara Falls in a houseboat

What the combination yields is this dream you see before your blue eyes, ears, nose & throat.

When I say ‘you dig’ and if I say ‘it’s all on you’ then you might want to become in the know

It’s all on your mind and your spirit, soul’s stuff of red, white and blue to discover the crow

Not just a bird on a fence, squawking and squatting in the yard, waiting for crumbs of mirth

Laughing at the #Struggle of you and me, one flight away from The New Day’s hidden birth.

Jump and slide to the left and right, stay out of the way but know exactly what’s grabbin’ you

From behind is the usual sneak’s modus operandi and if you’re ready, the wimp is the screw

Hidin’ in #Darkness, out of the mind of the #Others who kill n’ chill ‘round a black hold sun

From caskets on state Rte 1, #ZaZen keys your ride with #rock n’#soul, a Ra dam revolution.

What you will do is not what I shall do unless you planned to fly far away yesterday, it is done

When you hang above the earth to be eaten by buzzards and crows, the humane way is burial

Under dirty, burned ash of a star that used to be, dirt we call planet Earth, yo’ mama’s home

Hope and Faith will lead you to your dead ancestors joint, deep down in catacombs of Rome.

Old whitehead, old man that stayed away from the sea of #DavyJones, not my or your place

Not in this space, we need the air above the ground to seed genetic freaks here in this Space

DNA created from ashes of Nothing, you feel me? Am I rubbin’ your blind faith eyeballs raw?

Don’t shoot the messenger, I ain’t lyin’, it’s in the books my father wrote, #WordsUp #Ma.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 26, 2018 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ *drafted while listenin’ to @BlindFaith #CantFindMyWayBackHome on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VLeZvv1EhYo }

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