#RidinOnTheFreeway #ThrustToDust #HoyHoy #WhoIsWho #ACDC #ThinkAboutIt #InAPinkCadillac

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HOY, YOU WEREN’T THINKING, EH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 19, 2019

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We all got here the same way one way or another, it was my way or the highway, swing back

Muscles to grab on to and hold tight, my dear, you need the hang to be loose, be really honest

In black and white or in color, it’s one and the same, a feature of the genes, shook DNA cess

On the big or blue screen, in your mind or in your casket or your urn, broken down, on track.

Could have been a wedding night, first date rape, make-up sex, whatever coupling, your call

When the bell tolls for you, it’s your wonder and your fear and loathing that compel us all

From the babies who’ve been toilet trained, diapered, stinkin’ like the waste they devoured

In a bottle of formula vitamins and minerals mockin’ mother nature’s teats, to be adored.

My spine twists to and fro, lefty way over to the right, shakin’ the money makin’ hell’s bells

Calling all cars, calling all cells, air-conditioned rat traps for everyone, jihad for the minions

Loud gongs poundin’ the beat of the rhythms’ rock into my mind’s eyes, it’s all the Hell’s

A judgement call indeed, wedding to a stranger in a manger, a stranger with no opinions.

Off white, tan, brown, cocoa bronze, burnt redskin, thunderstruck by the lightening of Me

Where I step the thunder crashes from surface to soul core, rules of the maker, I am breaker

Nothing more kind than a boy with chips on his shoulder from perceived wrongs, deceived

Misfed and underfed, misunderstood and overlooked, germ, virus, what I am is a bad seed.

Swam around in the darkness of the two who came before me and broke out the nest in a skid

From first to the last moment, I just breathed the gas until I couldn’t hold it in, I am asunder

Reason and rhyme on the shelf when it’s party time and I’ve got to get out of this heavenly Id

Paid my dues before I knew I had to, grooved to #Hella now, can’t stop, it’s way down under.

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 19, 2019 AD @ 12:12 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to the quality ROCK of AC/DC on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gEPmA3USJdI?list=RD5QS9FqpOJ_g & some classic Rocks link @ https://youtu.be/b6iBclM2CkI }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

@ArethaFranklin in a #PinkCadillac #DropTheTopBaby #WeGotSomePlacesToSee #DropThePedalAndGo #RidinOnTheFreeway

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MARLEY’S SIGNS, SUPERNOVA SINS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday ,  January 18, 2019

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If you have none, you don’t want any, pressure is a heavy load on the psyche’s Id to see

No negotiation with the Ego or Super One overlord of us all, conscience of nations ages

Humankind from the beginning of DNA appearance to the mutation of holy macrophages

In the middle of empty, deep space, far from other suns and interplanetary cosmic debris.

Ambassador of this here and that there, a harbinger of the future shock, avante guard milieu

Militant, regal, Vatican-like culture protecting the status quo, powers-that-be not you, Bard

Priests in the middle of a dark glass bead game, a given, clueless descendants of cosmic stew

Still may be evidence of a dream within a dream, your awareness afraid the Earth is too hard.

Inner motivation inherited from the programmers who left you with DNA and UFO’s drones

Refuse of Right and Wrong actions and spoken or written words, Good and Evil syndromes

Debunked pretensions of childhood hooks thrown by corporate thought tanks, God is Dead

Who said that? God said that, that’s how we know it’s true. RIP to the heavenly father head.

On a holiday or workday, undead after a million years of drudgery in our misanthrope culture

A point is reached metaphorically and literally right here and now, where y’all are swinging

Of the days and nights, the matter and the form of cosmic fragmentation, under low pressure

Blown out from the nucleus to the arms of an astral spray of hydrogen expanse, Big Banging.

OK, somebody shot the sheriff and the deputy but it was not the bad guys that did it, yes true

It was you and me who left the treasure unguarded, didn’t stop the mass illegal, idiot dudes

Let the flood gates wide open not for Mexican citizens but for the whole GD world’s misfits

Maybe it’s the terrorists in sheep clothing on shores, on borders, sheriffs shot in the hoods.

In debt or in pockets flush with cash in forms of credit and debit to data linkage, Earthbound

Not that you didn’t know that we’re a computer chip and you’re a data byte, holy cyborg robot

On another hand if there’s a hell below and you want to know how far heaven is, death is Not

Or Josephine, grampas and grammas did just that, where are they now, stone on the ground.

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r j j stephan, i { Dr-eds #TitForTat on a #ChainGang, now git git & rock your arse off y’all! }

c. Friday, January Eighteen, Two Thousand Nineteen, Year of The Lord of Rings {1-18-2019}

{ drafted to #HITS Aretha Franklin #FreewayOfLove link @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Hypnotized #Maintaining @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

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MINDFUL OF BLUES & RHYTHM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 17, 2019

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You have what it takes to give and forgive the trespassers and mindless but not far out

Right here and now inside the inner circle of the cabal, the chiefs who decide who’ll pout

About the decision of the group over the individual, subjection of personal will to the many

For the sake of civilization, we beings adjust to the societal deposit of a dollar or a penny.

Good, bad or indifferent, Time ticks on, moment by moment, century by century in my pants

Maybe your personal life or someone else’s or the whole world, the royalty’s systematic rants

Atomic circles around a center of a matrix, red hot magneto moving unmoved mover looters

Any month, any week or day, maybe a spin or a wobble but it’s a revolution for sure, hooters!

It’s a sight for the reproduction glands to stimulate for response to the occasion, right? No?

It’s not exactly something thought about since it’s a random accident of matter colliding, bam

Everything impacts and causes deep implosion and a supernova ending to the sender’s blow

Winded by screaming softly while all alone in a vacuum, airless wind with no objective scam.

Who will drive for Amazon? Who will order the online paraphernalia on the platform of funk

A minor tweet or a post on a cyber-venue and all Hades breaks loose on a cyber-head dunk

Doing almost anything that she ever wanted me to do was not enough, had to act in my play

Twice as nice, double back on the beauty and love flow, I can’t go for that but I’ll do it today!

Dipsticks and numbskulls performing the necessary, sufficient actions to roll snake eyes’ dice

When all you want to do, being cold and hungry is get warm and eat something, all hot Alpha

Or grounded up muscle, sinew and bone in a ball or a flat patty shape, chew, swallowing lies

Forgetting good minds guiding me, in search of miraculous pain, feeling it all, God’s Omega!

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 17, 2019 Thursday @ 2000 hours PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to CARLOS SANTANA on youTube link to @Supernatural @ https://youtu.be/MNcB0l0H9qE?t=1 }

 

W.W.A.R.D. ?

@SANTANA @ADOUMA #MindfulOfBluesAndRhythm @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

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 MINDFULL OF BLUES & RHYTHM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 17, 2019

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You have what it takes to give and forgive the trespassers and mindless but not far out

Right here and now inside the inner circle of the cabal, the chiefs who decide who’ll pout

About the decision of the group over the individual, subjection of personal will to the many

For the sake of civilization, we beings adjust to the societal deposit of a dollar or a penny.

Good, bad or indifferent, Time ticks on, moment by moment, century by century in my pants

Maybe your personal life or someone else’s or the whole world, the royalty’s systematic rants

Atomic circles around a center of a matrix, red hot magneto moving unmoved mover looters

Any month, any week or day, maybe a spin or a wobble but it’s a revolution for sure, hooters!

It’s a sight for the reproduction glands to stimulate for response to the occasion, right? No?

It’s not exactly something thought about since it’s a random accident of matter colliding, bam

Everything impacts and causes deep implosion and a supernova ending to the sender’s blow

Winded by screaming softly while all alone in a vacuum, airless wind with no objective scam.

Who will drive for Amazon? Who will order the online paraphernalia on the platform of funk

A minor tweet or a post on a cyber-venue and all Hades breaks loose on a cyber-head dunk

Doing almost anything that she ever wanted me to do was not enough, had to act in my play

Twice as nice, double back on the beauty and love flow, I can’t go for that but I’ll do it today!

Dipsticks and numbskulls performing the necessary, sufficient actions to roll snake eyes’ dice

When all you want to do, being cold and hungry is get warm and eat something, all hot Alpha

Or grounded up muscle, sinew and bone in a ball or a flat patty shape, chew, swallowing lies

Forgetting good minds guiding me, in search of miraculous pain, feeling it all, God’s Omega!

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 17, 2019 Thursday @ 2000 hours PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to CARLOS SANTANA on youTube link to @Supernatural @ https://youtu.be/MNcB0l0H9qE?t=1 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Ends #HereIAm #OnTheRoadAgain #UpOnTheStage #PlayinStarAgain #TurnThePage #BurnTheBook @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

A GOLDEN OWL & A BALD EAGLE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 17, 2019

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When you learn the hard way, to put one foot in front of the other, you take it all, it’s granted

Unless you are born and raised to be a man or a woman who never gets to Do the locomotion

What is your purpose for being here and now, alive in the year we call 2019 AD, spin a dawn

Tell me what you’ve settled for in the history recollection of the minions, mercury spawned.

Boggling the mind with trivia and complicated astrophysical equations proving uncertainty

It’s a principle that men and women who learn about it must adapt to a primate controversy

Welcome the blind faith believers in the Unknown and a hope that the power is of the Good

Not the Bad or Ugly, as human beings have produced upon the 3rd planet’s crust, in a hood.

Flight above the surface, landing on the rock due to the force of gravity, holy, magnetic shoes

On fire causing the dreams, the evolution, the pretenders’ babble, fool’s golden Bubba Blues

Maybe it’s a mental distortion of the light, prism of the ultraviolet to infrared, my Soul Sun

Hold your breath, DNA atoms’ origin of an infinite dimension, is a mere parallax aberration.

Inside or beyond the forms of matter, atomic, molecular shapes combine claws and beaks

Becoming the flyers who hunt from the air, stalk and circle for the kill, before the buzzards

They wait their turn for the chance to pick at the carnage, no brave birds in the nest of geeks

Power of nobody in particle physics or metaphysical philosophy will aid in rockin’ the wards.

Rock and roll music as loud as it can be to the highest volume, I hate rock and roll would do

Pecans, walnuts, almonds, pine and the nuts we’ve grown and eaten, middle of Eden garden

Where children die and grow old in a third world, twilight zone of hyper-sonic mortality sin

Enter fire dragons! Divinity with no Word or Name, alpha’s omega, #Winnin’ & a #Spinnin’.

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r j j stephan, i { drafted #FineWine mystical flow from below my belt, as above, so below! }

c. Jeudi 17 janvier, deux mille dix-neuf ans, Anno Domini, à 11 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique

{ drafted out of thin air while listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan #PrideAndJoy & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0vo23H9J8o8 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ForegoneConclusions & #ForlornLonelyAndGenius

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MOMENTUM AND THRUST, COO-L

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 16, 2019 *

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Angels and doves can kiss and say goodbye because they know it’s only so long

Never goodbye because that is impossible not just highly improbable, like if 6 was 9

And then 54 would still be the same either way you’d multiply, adding to 15 or 69

Trouble is a slide into home and being safe, no doubt a score, a run on a hit song.

A bong along with a song and before you know it, Malibu and Oahu beckon the sky

Writing the word and the note to compose the repetition of chords and rhapsodies

An amazing fait accompli and a force to be reckoned with, not your usual kinda guy

No Popeye or olive oyl for the simple Alexander the Great salad, conquered eddies.

Black and blue on the green and yellow, orange and purple back down to red, #ricoSacto

Hunted and stalked for the sake of the herd’s health, tigers, lions, bears, fish, gators flow

All of the animated, living, killed for pelts and coverings over the privates’ party on Wayne

Garth too, the son of a farmer ‘s daughter, finds himself and me, upchucked Zomba glow.

Benign and positively, absolutely malignant at one and the same Time ala Space, pressured

On being the thing itself as opposed to the appearance of what the thing is, loved and adored

A stark reality in the middle of winter, spring too far beyond this twilight zone, just because

Some friends and relatives called you to be at their funerals but it was them at yours, #Cuz!

Dam A street blues on B street or E street, I can’t remember but it all felt like I got cheated

Paid for the saxophone and the bridge of sighs where whiskey flows over the fire, overheated

Billy or Richie doin’ what the bad boys do before they join the service to see the world US-ish

Before anyone knows it, you’re bendin’ over and kissin’ your hind end farewell, edit, publish.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi à 21h11; Un seize; Deux mille et dix-neuf Anno Domini *1-16-2019

{ drafted while listenin’ to #SlowRide by Kenny Wayne Shepherd band on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/b2FIpU3lgwA }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

@TheRollingStones @Slash @BBKing #GatheringNoMoss #TheThrillIsNeverGoneUntilTheSingularity

#LightEmIfYaGotEm #DontStopMan

SLUSH FUNDS AND 64 SQUARES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 16, 2019

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Losers get it out of focus to disguise the Truth which is obvious and clear to the One above

Spirits of our ancestors or the origin of the species’ galaxy and universe, God of a banana

Awakened within the dream to know that this and that is but the hope of another, a love

What it’s like to be all alone? Jammin’ in memory of thin skin, I shreds my red bandana.

Changing the bushes and the salt water to be my canvas to be my artwork, a soup of glycerine

Movin’ the waves and tide because of the wobble and revolving around the planet’s orbiting

Star above, the sun of our origin, not Buddha or God or Guatanama or Zeus’ dad or mama

Pain and suffering a feeling or the nervous system, real until the brain turns it a Void drama.

In or out of a neighborhood, angry and charming, you see from the point of view of my screes

Punks, gentlemen too, ladies ahem, excuse me, there is no stalling when Scratch comes callin’

When my train’s gonna come is the day and the night you won’t see after sundown, capece?

My lights stay on all night long just in case I die during the night, someone will see my light.

It shines to the bottom of the rabbit hole and before it hits bottom, it disappears forth with

To be or not to be is never a consideration when survival of the fittest is the mantra of styth

It is always to be forever beyond the grave, beyond the dead bones and dried up black felt

Heaven above this planet surface but below down at the go-dang dying fire’s asteroid belt.

Too blinded by the light to ponder the sixteen moves upon the sixty four squares of misery

Got stuck in the muck and mire and couldn’t shrug it off, didn’t see it comin’ but a survivor

I was the Extinction and personal extinguishment of personality-spirit-soul function, clearly

Invested in the dream within the Poe-epic dream, appearances, forms, come and go Igor!

Bringing the life back into the dead dirt requires divine intervention, a Big Bang of red hair

Start from the fear of being eaten to the discoveries from fire to pottery to skyscrapin’ terror

Indulged for a reason or not, it becomes the harbinger of fathers coming to high heaven buds

In the foothill gardens and the High Sierra plateau, hops flowers bloom into green beer suds.

Emotional rescuing nobody but your mother’s souls and father’s fortunes, still out of control

Draining the putrid swamp of the deep, black water and the strangers show without a soul

No help from family, relatives distant or near, no friends or acquaintances, just the homeless

All alone on the corners and in the gangways, found on road dead, outside a city pool of cess.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday January Sixteenth, Two Thousand & Nineteen Anno Domini

{ OH Boy! ...drafted while listenin’ to the #StonesRolling #OutOfControl @The Rolling Stones & Derek Trucks & Susan Tedeschi & Ronnie Wood and Simply Red’s Mick Hucknall  #IMissYou #BridgesOfBabylon tour on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CxlTx8mmJEA }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#BigSmo #HonkyTonkin #BBQRibs #Tequilla #YourNeighbors

 
BEIN’ DIVINE TROUBLE’S BLUES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Tuesday, January 15, 2019

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Shine on and bustin’ out tweets with the only way to act, Zeppelin death callin’ for you flakes

Life itself tried to move us both, deep down assault, we didn’t budge, we don’t partake, #Jake

Classes began in the middle of the semester, the teachers have called off the strikin’ wizards

Sisters of Charity and Mercy leftovers, Lords of Rings, platonic spoils, buzzkill of buzzards.

Perfect oddities from squawks of bald and golden eagles, a hit from heaven to rock bottoms

Dreamin’ in the middle of the day when all is well, everyone else is awake except my mind

It’s not my choice, I have no freedom to choose one way or the other, it’s a DNA coded kind

Force to be reckoned with if you’re a force of either one or another, good as a swayin’ totems.

Without reasonable doubt, bad blues keep track of the dirty, rotten river of tears on my flank

Coming just because the feelings are hurt due to the love withheld, the dastardly deceptions

From your woman, man, lover, mother, sister, brother but never, ever your father, sacrosanct

New year or olden days, back in my father’s fathers’ houses there were no rules, just my sins.

Benign scales and octaves of noted sounds of air through holes, my 88’s, 4, 6 or 12 axe strings

Makin’ the rhythm and rhyme to beat the meat into the holy soul-spirit of divine chantings

It makes you move when your mama and papa are long gone, all alone with no chess to play

There are no other options in the mix, on top of the world with the A-game, night & day DNA.

You’ve loved a woman or two, me too, it’s all I know, can’t love man, my mamas all satisfied

There’s no shame and it’s no sin to squeeze and be squeezed, sisters of human queen’s pawns

It’s what happens in a herd if you’re no hermit on a desert island, wishin’ ad infinitum dawns

Burning stars stone cold, the time being right, infants in doom with stardust dirt, God’s died!

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r j j stephan, i {tm #LedZeppeliin}

c. Tuesday January 15, 2019 AD @ 4:44: PM PST

{ created from #Nothing listenin’ to ‘2’ hours of #SlowBluesBallads on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/J9fOs1wcEv0 & HITS of Led Zeppelin link @ https://youtu.be/nSceHXScQww }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HowFarIsHeaven @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #AsAboveSoBelow #LordCanYouTellMe? um, nope...yep #Higher

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POINTS, LINES, ANGLES & FORMS *

by
Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Monday, January 14, 2019

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In or out of the redwood forest, you move until you cannot move any longer, you want to be

Never want ‘not to be’ and it will never be the question unless I turn up a terminal, trust me

No reason to fabricate the truth since it’s unbelievable just alone, by itself without a doubt

Planet alive, grown from scratch, moving to the mulch, appearance of my love, my heart.

Pertaining to the monsoon of my tears crying because I’ve been forsaken, mama blessed to be

Happiness a final goal but only captured a moment at a time, never more than a day for free

Even if you pay the piper and do what pied pipers require, undisclosed bundles, all fake news

Out on a freeway, turnpike or expressway from six to six, huffin’ ‘til hell’s bells ring the blues.

Pumpin’ up the queens and princes who become the sons of the inbred blue, leukemic blood

Sons of divinity and daughters of higher powers than the gods who live higher than Olympus

Maybe the things we call UFO in our mind our out of our mind, those things are in the hood

Our neighbors and friends and relatives all lose you and I to the groove in chumps’ soul dust.

Alive and movin’ on the stage until my breath comes in and out way too slow, drop the pedal

I am gonna go, ridin’ on the freeway in a pink or a white Cadillac, like it or not Chip and Dale

Pedal down to metal down the on ramp into the flow, signaling lane by lane, diamond’s bait

Groovin’ in the traffic in and out for the target is your heart baby, can’t wait to get to the gate.

Awakened at the beginning of the middle near the end of the whole shebang, slammin’ brakes

Stoppin’ on a dime and watchin’ the guy behind me NOT STOP & smash into my trunk, klunk

All in a New York Minute, spinnin’ Earth of sixty odd years finished in a whimper, I waked up

Laid out they called the body without the soul, without the higher spirit, Adam and Eve fakes.

Groovin’ around the center of the emptiness where the fullness becomes the used, refused

In and out of a holy vacuum, worms weave their way in and out of yesterday’s dirt, yet today

Pinpointed and isolated from the well adjusted, the maladjusted like you and I, drift far away

Touching bases with you, sliding safely into home, we end the game singin’ red wino blues.

#GetAJobYouPhuqynSlobs - Everlast

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, January 14, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST * header photo is my wife in the redwoods

{ drafted while jammin’ to HITS of my choice includin’ this little ditty from Everlast #WhatItsLike... on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8gZEox8Crwc }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#AlwaysAndForever @TheStylistics @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s- #DropTheTopBaby

HISTORY OF THE BELT, FEAR DADS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday January 13, 2019

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Suddenly with the blind faith of the followers, good riddance to the leaders’ deep state herd

Punks now in charge of the rules and regulations for the Many who can’t live, a mere nerd

It’s the nature of the beast where you blow up the house and the house loves you for a scowl

They want an encore and another until after midnight, when the coyotes and wolves prowl.

Switched the buttons to the way of the warrior not the fearful of knots that kill the robots

Check the pulse and there ain’t one, no beat of any heart that’s not there, no machine slots

At the junction where the dependents ask the leader for more because they’re starving now

Fasting anything for breakfast, lunch or dinner, a fat cat fantasy, found grace in a holy cow.

Leftover barbecue and food for thought remains from the philosophy of the bleached blonds

And the salted beard intelligentsia fresh out of Oxford and Harvard, consciousness in bonds

Not knowing that you and I are the only things that matter in the universe, we slight our self

That’s a learned behavior and here’s an amendment to the Rights, grown from a cell to en elf.

A gangster lean to the darker side where the orphans roamed, miserable, Evils ways’ ablatives

It’s all upside down and backwards so that you don’t realize that the Truth is about god booze

A thing itself, dead and gone, reflected in mirrors, dark seeds of smokey fire, dry ice’s knives

Stabbed and slashed at the end of the dream, goddess and god, greed of my blackened blues.

Traced packages of things themselves until they disappeared off of the electronic grid of gods

Permutation of the DNA in holistic, holy holes dug by hand-held hoes that dig this gig, bloods

Listen up now, be careful what you desire, since it’s your mojo, it appears ugly, like, you dig?

#Intent #Dreamer, as long as digestion lasts, ol’ #Jack’s legend just an invisible master’s rig.

White lightening or black magical chanting, all ways lead to the final step up or down Matter

Energy, first and last time you and I can recollect all of the stumbling and falling down here

Skinned the elbows and knees, antisepticized from the grease and grime of the gin and beer

All over the liquid dreams, magic spells on barroom floors, over and out, captain-chief-father.

I said it before, I’ll say it again, don’t forget, remember yourself, factoid now that God is free

You should have pumped it up the first time you heard it ‘cause now when I repeat the scree

All of the magic spells cast will be shattered and dogma will have consumed naked truth blow

Company bones to show, stalkin’ pure red blood in a puddle of blue blood, OMG, E I E I oh!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, January 13, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #WhiteNoise inside the cranial vacuum within and listenin’ to the The Stylistics #IWillLoveYouAlways & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oS9wuhLpwOQ }

  

W.W.A.R.D.?