#DoNotFoolMe #FoolMeOnceShameOnYou #FoolMeTwiceShameOnME @DarylsHouseClub @TRAIN #BlownCover #HAVANA

BRING IT PERSIANS, #MolonLabe

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 8, 2019

Doom and gloom ain’t gonna cover my darkness in the closet of marbles and dog-nut crumbs

Treasure gold, silver and diamonds have disappeared into the thin air of stratospheric bums

Boom, up in smoke, feathers ticklin’ your arse but you feel naught but pending gloom’s doom

Light ‘em up if you got them, prime the pump, drink ‘til you’re drunk and then do it, bloom!

Liberty and slavery just words for the Life of Man, bugs, bacteria, elephants, rats and bugs

Came here to be alone but have more company than a conglomerate corporation of bones

All skulls and crossed up to the hilt of the blown penthouses of penniless NYC bums’ pants

Putting all of what you’ve got in the honey pot for the minions, everybody wants to dance.

Best foot forward, worst species backward, primin’ pumps, facilitate love’s fake soul slumber

Deep as I am now, lost the pain and suffering of logic and reason, the dot is gettin’ It, darker

Losin’ lighthearts in hobo faces I’ve seen from first to last days of yesteryear, y’all did it Papa!

Let go, bones are wings down, stinkin’ stiff in the buried box, six feet under, hehl yes, Mama!

Saxophones blown in haste, horns of the angels crew who croon the Earth’s dirty dozens

Your mama’s nose is so big that she can smell everything in the universe in a snort-sniff

It is what it is and if there’s more, bring it on to papa, I ain’t your mama either sweet baby

Like brooks and streams from mountains to the sea, rain will be all there is of you and me!

So easy to be hard on yourself and easy to be hard on me so bring it on, Ms. formidable foe

I can’t go for that, no can do, regardless of your intent to win, I always win and you will blow

Dreamed the Air, Wind and four imaginary corners of squashed gravitational, atom-collapse

Bolder now and before the ignition, headed to extinction of species, God said, “That’s a RAP!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted in my BOSE output of Daryl's House Club with Hall & Oates on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Yi4_ttgjDmk }

 

#JLO @JLO

W.W.A.R.D.?

@TheRollingStones - Doom And Gloom

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CriticalMass #InfiniteVoid #Sharks #Jets #SurferGirls @TheBeachBoys @SnoopDog

 

LESSONS OF SNOOP/CHUCK LOGOS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, June 7, 2019

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Gods of the animals of Earth are all dead in the ground of being, animated my fake divinities

Filled with heavy vibrations of lead and gold oozing from star nova in an empty, blackish hole

Premium for the hydrogen and oxygen to rain down on the ground, to grow the seeds to trees

Fruit of sweet vines to feed monkeys who’ve no shelter before they fade away into belly scat.

A boy at the altar speakin’ Latin of the change from water to wine and bread to godly zens

To be kissed and then eaten and swallowed to allow forgiveness of being related to origins

No freedom to choose in the divine creation, no freedom to obey Laws of the God ain’t fate

Rational logic from the muck and mire of this holy void fails to enlighten, it’s a fool’s mate!

We lived to be here willingly or not and to eat, drink and sleep off the years until a bitter end

Maybe a good or evil place to be once you have no body, armed with just a holy soul to blend

Into the matrix, the menudo mix of nouns, verbs, objects of subjective predication of the cops

Society know-it-alls passing it on to the minions beyond their six foot under graves, psi-ops.

Doing everything before you die is a good idea since nobody will follow up for you, do it alone

Then you know it’s done the way you want it to be done, the right way the first time, all’s fun

Even if it was all pain and suffering, to be here and now on Earth, it may be better than a void

Absence of happiness and all emotion, lack of logic and reason, hardly to alarm old Dr Freud.

To know that the object of happiness is just to be alive, born and raised to avoid being eaten

To be the atomic dust survived from the Big Bang is all the measurement of success I’ve seen

Empty vacuum of meaning when there’s no reason to evolve, Chuck, rational and dead wrong

Reincarnate over and over again until you succeed at Life, then sing a final, dark LOGO song.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Rare.Earth/Philosophers.Stone/BAHC Gems LOL, no just RARE Earth on youTube #GetReady link @ https://youtu.be/Yan9WilVmEg }

 

FINIS

@RunawayJune in the #PurpleRain dream of #JustFriends #Precious @PRINCE

NOT GOING TO LIE, YES I AM, SAM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 6, 2019

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In schemes of things, nine lives are not enough living to be perfectly one, with bipolar suns

It means nothing that humanity itself and the minions collect words for skirt-less librarians

From every molecule of the seven seas and every grain of sand and diamond black, dirty cut

Ooze of life secreted from the bone of OM where nothing comes nor goes in nor out of shut.

Beetles and cats put alien bones on the map, at once they came, still come from darker stars

Hydrogen and Nitrogen, Oxygen and Carbon Dioxide lived life with or without jets and cars

Starting from the place below the foundation where angels fear to go, get along old warriors

Hopped on board the train to nowhere before you knew the legend of breeding crack scores.

Here is where my alter-ego takes over the monologue’s filthy, dirty tone, easy to be a #Papa

For the corner people, the neighborhood jocks, the educated clergy and intelligentsia of #Ma

Earth is for this here and that there, it is what my father passed on from his #DDay two-cents

Acid used to test with another minuscule compound to alter reality into future reminiscence.

Whatever you say whomever you are, nobody’ll recollect it at all in a minute, #FullOfIt jokes

Then there will be the descendants of the brood, those who found places to dispose of waste

To avoid the rats and bacterial, viral infections spread by the food, water and the air’s taste

Nothing at all you can do ‘bout that fact of life, you’re born to die under bad moonlight folks!

A queen, a beetle and a cat run the movie screens’ cinematic productions, fairy tale #Grimms

All alone for eternity because of this state of living by an unmoved mover’s irrational whims

Way-gone to eternal hellfire, unknown pyramids of UFO aliens from sand, rock and roll clues

Down rabbit holes or black hole aster-singularities of gravitational collapse, empty of #Blues.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 6-6-2019 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted on #DDay 2019 A.D. whilst listenin’ to Prince #PurpleRain   & HITS link @  & Brooks & Dunn #MyMaria & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/uZSLzR1pjjw & #IfThatsTheWayYouWantIt @ https://youtu.be/5kXRVnWkJF8}

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SatiatedCats #RockHarder ...WITH some cajun queen on the #Bayou near the #Mississippi

SATIATED CAT, #SHYTE ON #DDAY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 6, 2019

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Cats know that dogs can be eaten because they taste better than dirt and rocks and people

So, out of the caves in the sides of the hills they come, prowling with stomach growling

For the skin and bones of the ones who walk and run as if they knew death was all good

Nothing wrong with making certain that your prey wasn’t runnin’ away from being food.

Licking the chops and the claws to clean up the suppertime for the birds, worms n’ snakes

Cat nap time in the branches of trees, keeping watch for those ready to die, for heavensakes

Walkin’ around in the jungles and deserts as if there is no animal hunger to kill and eat you

On the way to an early demise, adorable, innocent naivety way gone, we’re blue food screwed.

Humanity and felinity in the same cave, same house, same jungle, same pyramid, king, queen

Nine lives lead to the nine deaths, immortality a ruse to allow the incarnate a do-over, unseen

Not in a book or an oral tradition of UFO’s or old men with beards in desert caves, sea slaves

To be or not is All of It, that is all there is, Time and Space are heaven and hell’s Earth caves.

Send out humans to look outside the #VanAllen belt and they disappear into the Void, OMG

You knew it could happen, lost in space is the only place we can be, it is the nature of zeros

A hole is merely a lack of light inside the mind, inside the soul of the Absolute absence of me

Too much ado about hand-jobs, blowjobs, good-jobs, SPEWjobs, bred to die/fight for D-Day!

Blocking out the reason and intelligence of the species’ morons and idiots, teacher-professors

From Socrates to Mrs. White and Mr. Black who taught that logic and reason are a lock’s key

To the wisdom and knowledge of the species’ genome, the mix of acid in random time lines

Keeping track of nothing but the future of Being a supernova, I AM why our star-sun-shines.

Go get there before I do, look back from your place in space when death swallows your face

Throw me back a wave and a nod, a tip of the cap that I’m right, I feel the leather and the lace

It’s all there is outside of this thing itself, this animated bone bag full of hope’s dreamin’ gas

Empty of logic, rippin’ shadows of blood and guts from a soul in a holy hole’s dark, Voids-az.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. #DDay75 6-6-1944 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST #NeverForget1999

{ drafted while reminiscing & listenin’ to Prince on youTube #PurpleRain & HITS links #EspeciallyForYou @ https://youtu.be/cpGA0azFdCs & https://youtu.be/DHRyPjXeKZ4 }

 FINIS

@RunawayJune #MaryLou #HonkyTonk #DownOnIt #FWAAAT #GardenParty @RickNelson #PlayItAgainSam

NOT GOING TO LIE, YES I AM, SAM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 6, 2019

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In schemes of things, nine lives are not enough living to be perfectly one, with bipolar suns

It means nothing that humanity itself and the minions collect words for skirt-less librarians

From every molecule of the seven seas and every grain of sand and diamond black, dirty cut

Ooze of life secreted from the bone of OM where nothing comes nor goes in nor out of shut.

Beetles and cats put alien bones on the map, at once they came, still come from darker stars

Hydrogen and Nitrogen, Oxygen and Carbon Dioxide lived life with or without jets and cars

Starting from the place below the foundation where angels fear to go, get along old warriors

Hopped on board the train to nowhere before you knew the legend of breeding crack scores.

Here is where my alter-ego takes over the monologue’s filthy, dirty tone, easy to be a #Papa

For the corner people, the neighborhood jocks, the educated clergy and intelligentsia of #Ma

Earth is for this here and that there, it is what my father passed on from his #DDay two-cents

Acid used to test with another minuscule compound to alter reality into future reminiscence.

Whatever you say whomever you are, nobody’ll recollect it at all in a minute, #FullOfIt jokes

Then there will be the descendants of the brood, those who found places to dispose of waste

To avoid the rats and bacterial, viral infections spread by the food, water and the air’s taste

Nothing at all you can do ‘bout that fact of life, you’re born to die under bad moonlight folks!

A queen, a beetle and a cat run the movie screens’ cinematic productions, fairy tale #Grimms

All alone for eternity because of this state of living by an unmoved mover’s irrational whims

Way-gone to eternal hellfire, unknown pyramids of UFO aliens from sand, rock and roll clues

Down rabbit holes or black hole aster-singularities of gravitational collapse, empty of #Blues.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 6-6-2019 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted on #DDay 2019 A.D. whilst listenin’ to Prince #PurpleRain & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/5kXRVnWkJF8 & Brooks & Dunn #MyMaria & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/uZSLzR1pjjw }

FINIS

#UnfairGame #SevenToTheNines #FeelinNoPainYet

#FAKENEWS, AMFM HERO, PHQME

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, June 5, 2019

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Content to be at peace, in one piece not in a million separate joints without skin in the game

Desire to be or not to be a creator of more humans to feed the machine, the UFO firelighters

Quenching never an option for you or me bein’ always hungry & thirsty for #FakeNews tears

Nevermore final than One, until the last squeeze of air through grounded BBQ s, H2O lame!

Gift of life given to the bacterial and viral infections of DNA in the human genome, OMG

Riff Raff and the descendant primate population has become extinct, time after time out

Pretending that it isn’t the case doesn’t spot the Truth to be believed blindly, gangsters G

In the name of self-defense or love or patriotism, naked apes kill the living, they eat, see?

For the sake of brevity, the million years or so from the origin of life to the extinction, pffft

In a wisp of melancholia and indefensible trash double-speak, chaos causes the law’s order

Coming out of nowhere, out of the darkness’ void of lighted blown atoms of gas’ night shift

I’ll back down the day they lower me into the ashes, into the salty water, a zero gravity lair.

Covered up the skin of the naked, sexy apes who roam the planet on wheels and two feet

Hooves extinct with the goats and sheep, all the original sins of baking fire of man & wife

Left in a garden or a desert with or without a clue about what to do and how to do it, finis

Over before it starts, a dream inside of a nightmare’s somnambolistic treasure, that’s Life!

I don’t know about you but I’m not going to back down until my final gasp of gas, I’m mortal

Nobody alive is going to be living in the same body ever again, make the most of it, got it pal

It will crumble like all rock and dirt does, it’s the nature of the sun’s blown-out cowboy boots

Like rivers’ of snow out to black seas, our lives’ world wars, spill the wine, stillbirths’ hoots.

Configure the abortion of the gnome genomes, when they look like tadpoles or alien shapes

If and only if the fetus appears to look like a human infant, abortion is fine with the humans

But they balk when the infant/fetus moves like a living being, ready to be grown up or catsup

In the end, nothing really matters and if you’re ignorant, you too are gone, way down not up.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June 5th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ squeezed this out of my gullet this AM while listenin’ to Armstrong & Getty parroting #SocraticWisdom and supporting #FreedomOfSpeech for anyone with a brain! link to Talk 650 KSTE LINK @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Eric Burdon & War Spill The Wine "Original Record Release"

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ricoSacto #ricoSacto #Alright #alright #Alright @ACDC

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AC/DC ROADIE, S.I.P.S. DEAD-DNA*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 4, 2019

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If you don’t killed by the honey of the bee, the hive will force the return for the comb of cities

A buzz goin’ around that the other masters are runnin’ dozens, makin’ more birds’ honeybees

But why? Nobody wants to admit the Truth that nobody knows, it’s a mystery fool, you clown

Between Space and Time, within a holy hole, choked chicken #FakeNews comes up & down.

Prime directive for the minions is different than the one the master, it’s the way it has to be

That’s my way or the highway which will end when the lights extinguish the fear’s loathing

To be or not to be, all alone in joy or misery, high on Spirits’ smoke, the drink, the tune-age

Becoming what you will to be just because that’s the way it is and always was, killers do see.

The meaning of life, of the breath you breathe is to hold on to the nutty piece of acorn’s joke

Left over by the ones thrown out of paradise because of vanity, jealousy and dive bomb bars

Completely disengaged from the Cause of all of these effects, hard-line and rational logic says

This is It pals, you’ll get what you need and realize that’s all there is. No more, we be kinfolk!

We all need it, anaerobic life requires the same, breaths of gas to mitotically divide a helix’s q

Then four, then eight into a macrocosm of coded acid, evolved out of the Void’s plethora stew

Coming out the blue sky above in the day without the lights, it’s indeed, all too human lord

Hydrogen, helium glow and blow the hidden neon signs into the flesh of blood of the Word.

I’m still alive n’ kicking after I swerved ‘round a dead man’s curve, encounter of the 3rd kind

Too fast for wet, icy, curved road conditions, hotrod spun out into a UFO foothill duck blind

Done in and soul dead until I heard the sirens come and extract me away to the outer dread

Fear’s loathing up close and personal, god’s damned war! Mjolnir, my hammer’s ‘ever dead!

Used to eat the roadkill, I became the same, milked the flashing red lights, sirens of the sea

Battery out of juice, I’m in a death charge, zero positive and fully nil, left or right of The zero

Time lining to positive-negative infinity, solving for x, y and z to hangin’ ten too, in Waikiki

Lookin’ for trouble to cause a wobbling spin in retrograde, blind love, singularity’s holy flow.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June 4th, 2019 A.D. *SIPS = Sheetballs In Process Scan

{ drafted while jammin’ to AC/DC #IfYouWantBlood on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/6EWqTym2cQU }

c. Angus Young, Malcolm Young, Bon Scott

*Licensed to YouTube by SME (on behalf of Epic); UMPI, ASCAP, LatinAutor, CMRRA, LatinAutor - PeerMusic, Alberts, Abramus Digital, ARESA, and 11 Music Rights Societies }

Eagles - I Can't Tell You Why

W.W.A.R.D.?

Brooks & Dunn - My Maria {HD}

W.W.A.R.D.?

Full Abbott and Costello Episode The Birthday Party

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThirdOfJune #SleepyDustyDayToday #ChoppinCotton & #BalingHay #WhutUpWitDat? #ArmstrongAndGetty #MarkLevin #TheGreatOne #Chopin

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STIFF COMPETITION, DNA MAMA

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 3, 2019

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Whether you like it or not, I told my father the gist of the education he paid for me to get

From five to twenty five, public and private/parochial classical education, signified debt

To society and my fathers and grandfathers and grandmothers and my mother, the outlaw

She never went to jail, she never broke the law, she was always innocent talent, oh so raw.

Voice as sweet as honey from bees and songs from the tweeties’ nests, I found one more too

Fortune appears as an accident yet it is a product of intent and unwavering focus, target cool

In the middle of the fray and the ruckus that only the warriors who win know for the records

Hysterical are the taped and needle scratched vinyl 45’s & LP’s, no escape, even for big birds.

Founded holy holes between the important things that matter to the species’ terrestrial hold

Talkin’ to yourself in a sound-proof studio with pads inside and out, no notes escape, I’m told

Thunder ears goin’ inside-out of your face, into your infinite mind, it’s a cosmic plane phase

As long as you lend a hand before the end of the line, a spirit of AHO becomes a purple haze.

Whether born a stunned nun or a Cajun queen on the bayou, DNA of #Foofighter’s had paws

No hands or fingers in the backwoods of terminated subjects, #Trump air inflated Benjamins

It’s about whether or not it’s ethical or against the morality of the tribe’s blind faith to killing

Can’t tell you why we’re in a battle for life and freedom, in, out, below, above pretender-laws.

Pink house doors will open as long as we know that warm, safe place, homey of free-braves

Contraptions holding the attention of the infants to geriatrics, then conditions deteriorate

Realization that this is it might be the most important #Eureka moment one might generate

Prayed to God, rocked me like a freight train, rock-dead in Void, I’m #BigBanged DNA, Aha!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 3rd of June, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to https://youtu.be/UfmkgQRmm Van Morrison #BrownEyedGirl, Darius Rucker #WagonWheel on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hvKyBcCDOB4 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AreWeTalkinToOurselves #HolyWars #SEX #Singularity

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SINGULARITY, SEX & HOLY WARS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 2, 2019

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What I felt inside of my soul the day I was conceived, as a gypsy-daddy bestowed, anointed Id

What moved First Causes, identical sparks of ionically charged, negative positivity, #409 kid?

I dragged the quarter mile out of the corner, fastest time on the track, I gave up secret bones

Then it happened, I hit the wall, smashed my face right into the atoms of rocky cement stone.

I never did give a hoot one way or the other, that being said, I would have been more profane

Tempted to wipe slates clean clear now, two-bit serving of the idiotic addictions to DNA hells

Thinkin’ about life, death, natural existence and metaphysical sleep apnia with darker angels

Fourth of July or the First of the Year, every year ad infinitum until the bayou dries into dells.

Utter immersion into the Susie Q of the evening, likin’ the ways of the talk and the slow walk

Before and after a party of none, back stage or out by the production crew box, perfume, talk

Out of nowhere, literally right through the front door as if expected to be a Singularity’s dome

Nowhere, above or below Philistine Terra Ferma, inside or out of hard rocks’ mix, is, :AUM:

Settling for the feeling of desire and need for the air I breathe for the money, buzz a holy man

It is nothing more than the essence of being, the reason for staying alive, reason for dreaming

How and why this life is happening are questions open for debate and sudden flash farthing

Just because deep, dark blackness fill the tempting emptiness, holy balls of a funky shaman.

Get ready to go whenever the time is right, it could be now or later or never so just get ready

Prepared for unexpected, unplanned scat to happen and wait for divine providence’s repartee

It is a done deal if you will it be done intending the outcome, the effect of God’s rhymin’ ditty

Holy men-women, in a rare earth prison, guiltless innocence, acid DNA alive in a little pretty.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June 2nd, 2019 A.D. Sunday @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #RareEarth #GetReady on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Yan9WilVmEg }

FINIS

#NotTheBest #ItIsWhatItIs #DealWithIt @FooFighters #UnidentifedFreakyObjects

 FAKE FOO FOR THOUGHTS, UFOs

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 2, 2019

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Winks of young girls eyes when I was winged at the altar of fourteen, in a war at nineteen

We sat around the benches at the park of Lafayette, dreams of Joe’s deep-purple jelly bean

Enough cash to take care of the whole family a #Struggle’s real #fakeNews dope stragglers

Strangers to everyone’s mortality sin, a scat-load of loud sounds, evolutionary metaphors.

Personally from Illinois, Mississippi, Texas, Washington and mighty old, #CalifoNyeEh

Hard rocks and heavy metal of the blown out star-sun of the gods, mighty Zeus’ or the Ra’s

Made seeds, roots and fruit of jism trees, to a rumba down by the Green River’s sandy nuts

A long time ago, way back when, baked to a crisp back in 1980, cake LSD TNT of King Tut’s.

Think about it, conceived, born, raised and blamed for the favor of being in thin, human skin

Rippin’ the balls off of your back and squeezin’ wombs into a singularity’s saintly trump-kin

Hands strapped across the power inside my rib cage, I am lonely, I am not the king of cards

Includes the woman, the women, the powerful, the hungry and the destitute city boulevards.

Whiskey and love mixed with the lust of the loins to produce the scenery above and below

Sunshine and moonshine rule days and nights of the stoned and the lucid, clear of brow

High intelligence proves that when you get the chance to face your own death, you win it

Drunk or stoned, same place, same time as the place that the priests and angels will exit.

No honey or good times left over for the ones who were blinded by lights, womb’s Sublime

Blinkin’ a few times because you cannot believe that you were dead wrong the whole time

From the altar of the boys and girls, turned water into wine, Thor and Jesus begged forsooth

Whiskey rivers flowed in me, young enough to die for freedom, forget ‘bout ‘57 chevys’ truth.

A simple man or a simple eagle in flight from here to there, because of the hunger to be One

From the multi-zillions of bytes of matter in the matrix-universe, we are here and now, lucky

Many have attempted the trek from the gods know where to down here where the fish swim

Snakes crawl, birds fly and not even god can stand on One leg, it #Ends, ALOHA Dead Sea!

by

r j j stephan, i { UFO = FOO fighters, google it! #BaldyEagle says, “...paranoia strikes deep, into your life it’ll creep...step out of line & The Man’ll come take you away!” Therefore, STOP! Look around. You better! -- #bUFFALOsPRINGFIELD

c. Sunday, June 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #ForWhatItsWorth & HITS by #BuffaloSpringfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gp5JCrSXkJY }

spawned

FINIS