#3DisasterInTheDesert @TheRollingStones #GotGreenMoss @Aristophanes

INTO WILD, OLD BLUE EYES’ SKIES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, March 8, 2019

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Put yourself in the place where nobody else has ever been, without a roadmap, expect success

It’s willed to flow down from snow-capped mountaintops all the way down to gravity’s recess

Impolite to disregard the nature of the sophisticated ladies and gentle people, even some men

To have been made up with coloring powder and face of he purple people eaters in a lion den.

Finest lookin’ skeletons walkin’ around on the surface, swim only when bikinis drop derriere

Below the Mason-Dixon line or above it, a struggle to survive begins with a farmer’s daughter

Finally the struggles end as body clocks stop, Time halts in the Space warp, burnin’ god’s eye

If you haven’t tried it yet, there’s no way you will, shoot shots in the end, sunrise up, then die.

For the sake of all orphans in empty space, collapsed into a Void of sisters without mothers

Sons of men and mice, roaches and the lizzards, priests, nuns and outlaws of step brothers

Peace and War just two places for shotguns and pistols, amending seconds, boom boom-pow

In the clouds of the beauties and their ugly step-sisters, nothin’ to worry about, ebb and flow.

Every time there is a reason to bake the dough, we run out of the gas to burn, can’t bake it

Fire and ice is both the necessary and sufficient reasons to suspect that real things are not

Real that is, jackin’ your style and puttin’ my money where my mouth is, I bet you ain’t shit

Not because you don’t think you are, I know the ego I see clouding your vision’s blind spot.

Spectacular lights as above, so below the conscious awareness of the spirit, the soul of Ra

Inside of a body or the small fragments of mutated acid down in the dessert salt mines of Ga

Lies to the chief, naked truths broadcast to the urchins’ decaying carbon, botchin’ my revelry

At least we got to surf the waves, tan on the beach, had ecstasy to the very end, I lied to me.

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:20 on #RichStephan’s my #1 son born on this day in 1973 A.D. & he and his brother remain my only two contributions to the #Herd of the #BeastOfBurden

{ *drafted while jammin’ to #HITS of the THE ROLLING STONES 2018 LIVE concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9WqQyMsonQ0 }

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