#WeGotWhatWeGot #UpDown

SONNY DON’T KNOW, IT HURTS YA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 15, 2019

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Why are atoms moving Adam? Divine effulgence of a revolution, atomic, angular momentum

Why do the atoms move Eve, Adam? Divine effulgence of the pho-tonic membrane, blue film

In negative form without the power to be, in a black hole of empty sub-atomic particles’ of Id

Psychologically mental, never the 208 bones and blood’s guts, be in the matrix’ free will, in It.

It’s not my fault and it can only be the fault of the creator, if there ever was one, if not, #Meh

I don’t really care what happens on Earth after my body is dead and my mind feels a Nothing

In a burger form or an empty wooden cabinet of sawdust, pain is the lack of a pleasure thing

No more nor less than that, mama told me so, girls and wives told me so little sisters! Gah!

Nothing else we can really do for ourselves, we cannot buy more Time for the body, it’s all set

You get what you got, no accidents and no intentions, just the whim of the Cosmic Dust, I bet

Don’t shoot messengers just ‘cuz it’s not what you believe, cyber-vampires’ bytes bloody yield

Beans spilled now and the free will has been exposed to the constraints of a matrix’ x-y field.

Someone sent an unmanned probe into the Singularity and it returned to the original Event

Horizon beyond everywhere else in Time & Space, stretches Man’s Good and Evil apple tree

How much will an atom of flesh be compressed before explosive reaction occurs? nth degree

A sailor, soldier, pilot, wife, husband, a good father’s daughter & #Sonny boy, Ma Earth sent.

Stakes for the human race are higher than the atmosphere, we shoot stars that put up a fight

Our eyes adore this magnificent gift for a moment, then the lights will expose the dark night

Where we all come from, where I come from, where you come from, you recollect the Truth

Even if you are a religious man, woman, boy or girl, you must admit, I’m your wisdom tooth!

Break the locks of energy that keep the sun’s power in cellular singularity and you go to hell

In a hand-basket or straight down to the core of Earth, where the fire burns souls’ that fell

There is the bread and the wine for the body and blood of the gods who saved us from evils

Evil is just Live spelled backward, meaning that Being alive, staying alive to swallow 3 pills.

Organic and inorganic merge into the One without a fading faith that the Truth is fake News

News is the Truth or it wouldn’t be News, fact is we’re all gonna fade away in sundown blues

Then again, who really knows, if you’re not an eye witness, there’s no wall for a tweedy bird

Persuade and convince the ignorant that the Unknown is known by dead men of The Word.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 15, 2019 Anno Domini @ 12:00 HIGH NOON Samedhi

{ drafted while listenin’ to Bob Seger Boulevard #ShameOnTheMoon 1/29/2019 Connect Billings link @ https://youtu.be/tOceIHHvdwY }

FINIS #MakeItBurn

#RunningWithTheGang #GaylordBones #OutlawsLearnNothing #BangsAreBig #WhiskeyGlasses

WHISKEY GLASS, MR. FORTUNATO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 15, 2019

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From the First Cause of the benefits received with the gasps of gas you get in the tubular hive

I analyze the data and the function of the equation has an alpha and omega figure, it’s zero

We all 'was' born and raised to pretend that existence is more than a disappearing act of a loon

Coming and going up and down from nowhere, empty space to the ground of being god-goon.

Man oh man, woman oh woman, started a fire in the eagle’s nest and hatched the eggs early

In flight down to the bottom of the roots, at the ground where nothing moves, it’s all buried

Underground or up top to be picked apart by the hungry, angry birds, selfish for sheer shreds

Of the human bondage in the skulls of men and women sentenced to eternal mortality’s beds.

I go from day to night knowing that the Earth is spinnin’ and wobblin’ keepin’ my mind down

Way down low where the bon fires burn and the whiskey flows until we laugh and fight gone

Nothing left to smoke n’ drink when the party’s over, kegs empty, bottoms up with my #Shine

Cleanup crew’s all gone, One left over here and now, that’s me & my sweet-leaf, burnt #Pine.

Funeral for all of my friends n’ relatives today, this day living in my infamous recollecting Id

It’s gone, nobody and nothing can remain alive forever, it’s a transitory state of being an Ego

Now, here and later, then will be exactly the same like a long time ago, before the lights blew

Explode what’s already gone, Good, Bad/Evil and Ugly into this and fade in, care to continue.

Orphans in love with the facts of life, the spunk of Adam and Eve, long nightmare of starlight

Like the meat inside a sandwich of flour and grain in a menudo of cosmic-acid porridge scum

Nothing wrong with being scum as long as it’s life, all life is sacred, virus and bacteria on top

Without evolving from the one cell to two cell ad infinitum, eliminated function, it’s murder!

Rolled up my sleeves back in the day before my teens, cache of cash for the stuff, nine to five

To me, my family, my friends and everybody alive who could read, write or double-speak it

Stayin’ alive for the longest possible time you can struggle to survive a hostile environment

On the block or the farm, in a ditch or in the pen, white trash’s black privilege commingled.

I swear to the gods, to God, to Ala, to Buddha, to Confucius and my mama’s grave in Chicago

I will love this life until the day I die, beautiful to know that I will be comin’ home to Mother

Not mama who conceived my presence, papa got lucky, time and space here, now, down wit it

I wish a M.F.W. so I could birth rattlesnakes, #Toeheads, #Hillbillies in a rare Earth holy slit.

Eating peanuts in a butter form and jelly in a gel fruit form, makin’ the matter form a blow

Wrapped in an invisible, microscopic code of solar mutation, a score of a red dirt road below

From this pinpoint on to the final gasp of gas to make your eyeballs bulge and scat evacuate

Country, city, planet’s crusty coast to my whiskey glass, last call shots, premature ejaculates.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June 15, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Morganwallen #WhiskeyGlasses & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FjBp30kjzTc?list=RD0C1arT5iE1E }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LostButFoundInSpace #AdInfinitum @ChrisCornell @Soundgarden #BlackHoleSun #Glycerine @BUSH & @TomPetty #Freefallin'

FLIGHT IN PROGRESS, ZULUBRAVO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, June 14, 2019

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In any case whether you like it or not, you’re a queen in a sailor’s dreaming state

Pictures of you and I runnin’ into the foul funk of the deepest pits of mortal fate

Fast and proven to be less effective than a whirlwind of salt water in a toy typhoon

Accustomed to the emptiness of being free to float and move at will, I’m a baboon.

Pumping up the nonsense in front of my eyes as if I needed to walk in misery’s wake

Not even close to the way it is or ever was, no secret in my solar system’s news’ fake

Foolish and wiser than our young age, we let our hair grow down to our arse’s bone

Until the bills needed to be paid by someone other than ma and pa, I laughed it out.

Joined the was, got in foolish battles with the troops but never with the dead enemies

Cherry bombs and M-80’s to fake the dances with the monkey and wolf gang entities

It may be that nothing is the only thing that’s perfect, I may never know until the end

Final heartbeat and gasp of gas in this fool’s paradise, I know how it feels to be bent.

Moonlight beams helped me get to the point of rolling another joint, I knew it wasn’t real

Playin’ the cards and rollin’ the dice from the get go to the end of days, it’s all what I feel

Mull it over in your mind, talk amongst yourselves, family and friends will fall to pieces

To know that you are filling a space that would be full with or without you, void increases.

It won’t be my problem when you discover that you’ve no solution for the quadratic equation

Completely adverse to the white dwarves melting into the singularity, yet I’m waitin’ for y’all

I know or at least I feel that you are not even near the same wavelength or frequency squall

Eyes lie, light blinds, sound soothes and deafens and taste, touch and smell give it away, sin.

Fearing nothing but the medicine the kills the good with the bad and the ugly, my evil’s lively

Down the rabbit hole at the bottomless pit of nowhere at all, center of the Earth’s singularity

Oh, I’ve said too much, you may have guessed already that you exist inside a deep, black hole

Bolt lock trapdoor for your entry, come at light-speed in an orgasmic, black hole sun’s soul.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 14, 2019 A.D. @ 10:10 PM PST

{ blasted while jammin’ to Soundgarden #BlackHOleSun link @ https://youtu.be/TZThOsCv2Mw & HITS by #ChrisCornell etal #NearlyForgotMyBrokenHeart link @ https://youtu.be/zpMfZPAc1kg }

  F I N I S

#DownTownToTheNightclub #BumpBump #SlickSticks #TowerOfPower

SUNSHINING, O’ER THERE MAMA?*

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, June 14, 2019

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Queens come and go, they come in all sizes and shapes of humanity’s female form, oh mama

She wasn’t your mama but you had yours, if she wasn’t a queen in your mind, you ain’t royal

Now you know the difference between princesses, princes, paupers and poor out the game

Earth’s dusk and dawn twirl the stars around us, they move away while we remain the same.

Knowledge and wisdom will cost the highest price above oil and diamonds, emerald tabloid

Historically hysterical that things themselves think that they’re above the collapsing spheroid

When they are actually the vital part of the mass and it’s momentum’s trajectory in a #Hole

Space is the Hole, it’s black, a black hole and we’re inside the vortex, the singularity’s blow.

Pierce the heart and soul for the rest of the story, I don’t have it because it’s inside your heart

You have no soul other than the heart-beating keeping you in the presence of the star’s burn

Fortunate to be here for a moment’s minute or century, no reason for the freeway’s tide/tolls

If questions have no answer then we’re doomed to this world’s ilk, tides, waves, mondo trolls.

After the game’s release to return to the origin, home of the forgotten spirit’s event horizon

Remembering this or that and every other thing of the Cause and Effect of a real automaton

Mythological, biological, historical all One ball of confusing swirl of gas turned to blue, fine!

Dreaming bigger than #Big-time #bitcoin and piling the Gold into God, worship the #Shine.

A shot of Jack in a Coke with a cold glass of Hamm’s is all a mother needs to know, oh sonny

Last call for alcohol before the end of the days’ dream, where the metal squeezes you bloody

It was not my intention to die in a wreck on the highway but it is what it was, an idiot drove

Too drunk to drive, my ten year old daughter drove us to kingdom come, as below, so above.

Back to the world again, over and over, until I get this right, I usually play a fool, wrong song

Just because I forget what it was I was supposed to remember, I cannot recall the ping pong

Over the net, bouncin’ with spin on the table’s matrix, out of bounds is the other guy’s point

I don’t know much and maybe nothing at all but I will say this, word from lips to a god’s joint.

Hell ain’t a bad place to be if your high on AC/DC but if you’re me and my motif, scaredey-cat

You will like I will, fight for my survival, I will kill and eat the food to stay alive until I find It

It will be hot there but it’s much better than the ice-cold, middle of nowhere in an ice-drift kit

Pounding boulders into stones, rocks and pebbles will remedy this malfunction, Divine #scat.

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r j j stephan, i *ThePowersGotThePotion

c. June 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 10:10 AM PST

{ drafted while being corrupted by #Corruptafornia and the minions on the internet’s youTube #BrainFog #BorgAssimilation #TowerOfPower #SoulVaccination & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/nFjHL-E0NTQ }

FINIS

#Rectified #Sanctified #JustFried

CERTIFIED BY NOBODY, @04:30

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 13, 2019

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Who you are or who you’re related to from power royalty on the block or throne, unknowns

Believe the holy historians have recorded the hearsay of liars and thieves, long dead of bones

Perfectly finite in Time, we atoms of a microscopic place in Space, Nothing’s the case, holy lie

This is a conditional conclusion, extinction of life on Earth is inevitable, mortality, live to die.

Primed for the experience of procreating the species, calling it love and marriage to kill spunk

Trending parental enculturation to restrict full liberty and put masks on works of the skunk

In Nevada’s desert, underground below casinos and air bases, there’s a whole world curiosity

Fill in the holy blanks with the lead and gold left over from the Big Bang’s supernova, creepy.

It is not easy for some and very easy for others, it all depends on the luck of the card draw

Some get a bad hand dealt even though the cards were shuffled and cut, always call a bluff

All in at the end of the game, everything in the pot except straight up, clothes on our backs

Beautiful royal flush of my hand beats your aces and eights, hell, you got a dead man’s hand.

Find the location of the space in Time where you go to meet your maker, end of your days

Go there and sit in that place and meditate on it, recollect that you are what you are, greys

Evolved the rocks and pebbles from the Big Bang’s menudo, a retrospective of collapsing

Expanding and contracting, fissionary fusion of cells do nothing but they do their thing.

Monsters and lovers lurking around every corner, all of the nooks and crannies full of stool

Recycled cuisine and mixtures of liquid from water to milk to the last call for grain alcohol

For the love of God, being the love of Mother Nature, Space and Time, despair and abandon

Appearance of the vacuumed cosmic, dead dust, killed, extinct, obsolete man, I am uh, One.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June Thirteenth, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #FederalistPapers georgewills1 on the #JimboHannonShow on Talk 650 KSTE gittin’ ready for the mighty Armstrong & Getty 0600-1000 AM PST }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SHOOBIEdoo #MentallyPhysical #LetUsGetPhysicalMentally

@CarlosSantana #Devadip

SMOKIN’ DESPAIR IN HOLY HOLES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, June 12, 2019

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Haven’t been the same since all the lawyers were disbarred and I’ve got no standing in court

I can’t kneel or sit in court either, not allowed in the door, I just wait to let jail open, to be free

I got the keys but the sheriff don’t care because I’m his grandson, I didn’t do it anyway, nope

Get over it, I’m not privileged but I am innocent of the crime, somebody vented, it wasn’t me.

I play nothing, beat drums and people at video games, bring it back home to my home runs

You will never know the difference between happiness and utter despair, my daughter’s sons

My fortunate circumstance is pitched from nowhere, out of the blue, it turned purple n’ gold

In the out door and through the turnstyles of the sky’s scrapers, mighty mice and men of old.

At the ending or at the beginning, sound comes first and then the light follows the beat, tap it

Green grass cut, burned away into the clean, clear oxygen, nitrogen and hydrogen of mamas

I played game like you did but we ended it at different times, one after the other’s love flaws

Beat and blew instruments, made melodies and lyrics count for nothing but something else.

In love or out, happy or sad about the circumstances of the place in space you spend the time

It really doesn’t ever matter at all, I comprehend the blind faith and hope for a happy ending

But the truth is, happiness is either here and now in the present or it’s nowhere in the Void

Don’t believe the Truth, hope lies are true in vain, a freedom of choice, a divine hemorrhoid.

By the time you make your getaway, it won’t be a problem, it’ll just be water flowin’ over falls

As the world spins, you do too, in and out of this dynamic spin and wobble, y’all got the balls

Draw! Professors, priests and sisters have all rational thought down a cold, holy rabbit hole

Can you rob the program of magic? Nothing is magic, a faded away myth of our gods’ blows.

Punks like I used to be mature into retired civil servants on pensions, waiting for the night

Turning with the spin of the dirt, no choice until one final gasp of gas, then boom, that’s right

It’s all over at the end, no heaven or hell or purgatory or karma payment for the mortals’ sin

Just to be created and related to the offender, guilt by association, fallaciously argued, divine.

Something new, nothing old, always burning the fuel to make the power to move rocky roads

Smooth as silk with the asphalt and tar, pavement of cement, catch all my flashy flesh codes

I look, I glance, I ignore and there is nobody to take my place today or ever, on down the line

When and where’s the place and time? Rockin’ the fires, full of Word-up, a garage wall’s fine!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June 12, 2019 A.D. @ 4:10 PM PST {always is 4:10}

{ drafted while listenin’ to Joe Walsh Daryl's House Club 48” on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dPV6nKrhOGg }

F.I.N.I.S.

#Area102 @NatalieWoodTrophy #BlackHoles #WhiteHoles & #Singularity

@ricoSacto #ricoSacto

A LOOK-UP, ROCKS ROLL IN SPACE*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, June 12, 2019

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There is nothing personal here if this diatribe matches specific circumstances here on the ball

I know this is true, so don’t give me that ‘look and roll’ of eyeballs into 6’4” holy skullduggery

Make it burn the whole way down to your soul, to the core of the Earth where nothing can be

Straight shots of #JackDaniels downed, #JoseCuervo mercy, better off to git over hearts y’all.

You may not’ve been around the block before but I have, I ain’t braggin’ just statin’ the facts

I am what I am like a #Popeye, high on spinach pizzas’ double cheese, more shots, no redacts

One drink led to another, now half the bottle is all gone, it’s been done afore, bottoms up thee

Slurrin’ the speech ain’t helpin’ the comprehension of the mystery, get closer over here to me.

To like or not to like is not an option, no freedom to choose at your personal conception of Id

What you saw is immediately what you got, starving-thriving mothers of you, mother of gods

At night when the Earth turns it’s face away from the light in the middle of nowhere, shine It

I’m what you are, no difference other than I know and you do not know, stars, One Sun, God.

So, you’ve gone too far now to stop going on with the game, you know the rules, tiptop cream

At least you’ve got an immortal soul, dontcha? Of course you do, your life is all re-recorded

Before you arrived in the Past and the Present you knew you had a F-Future, ‘til you’re dead

Come closer, over here, me, myself and I are fishin’, oh, the burn! #HappyEnding’s a dream!

One’s function in the infinite as a mortal representation of the unknown is to be or not, Balls

An immortal function of the language and both oral and written on stone, paper or dirty walls

Strong forces want to erase the functions we’ve historically recorded back into The black hole

Regardless of liking it or not, findin’ Truth makes you take T-shirts off and get one last kiss!

Planets invisible to me, in a book of words, at the end a sound of words, don’t go but you go

Where? I don’t know but you will know some day maybe sooner than later, hehl you’ll know

Surprised, maybe not, it’ll be what’ll be, that said, live and let live, kill the viral infection bean

Humanity! God’s beauties in short skirts easy in blue moonlight, sweet woman in blue jeans.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June Twelfth, Two Thousand & Nineteen A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ DRAFT complete while listenin to #LoveTheLonelyOutOfYou by The Osborne Brothers drinkin’ heartache & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yhPNZKdVRh8 }

* props to the legs used in the header ON FB, I know whose they are but they are now property of DAVEYJONESXX � 6 feet under! X

FINIS

#OnBeingMortified #ForgotMyWallet #JokesOnYou

PAY THE DAMNED BILL, PENNY!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 11, 2019

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It won’t be very long before you cannot handle the egg stench your ilk or perfume of flowers

Out of a desert blizzard and star dirt tundra drought, DNA photons of plants and bones form

On the road dead or in a BBQ skinned and drained of life’s force, it’s the only home of a worm

From the bowels of innards where only angels fear to go, divine humanity’s occultish powers.

Pink, blue and white for the symbolic reference to the good, the bad and the real, ugly One

Made everything from mud to blood to the beer in our mugs, we see what we get, oh yeah

All of it is a bunch of roses for the love of being animated with the sparks to ignite the sun

Alpha to Omega and above and below it all, everything collapsed into a holy singularity bay.

Nothing to do in the womb or after the arrival at the threshold of utter doom, end of days

Sun still shining while the Earth ceases to spin and wobble, just faces East, burns and prays

That the gravitational collapse will obstruct the mission to be or not, in an inescapable play

Of words, boys say of women who program the DNA of mating ova, precious and few today.

Nobody wants to have a baby, nobody wants to nurture and culture a child into a production

Of money’s wealth, the gold and silver, the diamonds, sapphires and rubies, colored rock, son

You know exactly what is in store for all of us, whether we like it or not, we’re headed to dust

Even guys with guns n’ swords can’t get away forever, the void’s prayer is to get up and down.

To be the point, the winning point to end the game with a victory or loss, nature is the matrix

We are the living who become something from nothing and then die and become mojo hicks

In a shallow bog or swamp full of unrotted corpses, that is where the UFO’s dropped anchor

Kept rotten bones together, sunken mud to the rescue, preserved in a flower bed of bad odor.

Olfactory sensation in the form of smoke and mirrors, an illusion that I’m in a fake reality

Everything appears to the mind that the whole world is outside of your hands, yet it is to be

Fear’s merely the lack of confidence generated by the power of knowledge, wisdom’s scree

About being you, your family and friends, even your enemies, they all swipe your pedigree.

In and out of the thing itself, friction causing a dream climax of the end of days, all of it gone

Then you come back to the present after being somewhere else, no future in the past, drone

Heartless, mindless, soulless and in a word, an automaton, no need for life-like, color sparks

Unmoved, started fire for the forest dwellers who will party with morons, freaks or sharks.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June 11th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan #LoveStruckBaby & HITS from #DoubleTrouble link @ https://youtu.be/nnbnRWHDFpw }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoItAgainAndAgainAgain #TryToBeEverthingToEveryone #DotItAgainAndAgain #OneHitWonder

HIGHER ABOVE 80,000 FEET, oM

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 10, 2019

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If it’s the last thing you do, fire all of the guns, explode the ordinance in your Earth mother

Fall down the Fallopians into the holy soul’s gravitational collapse, essence of my God father

Perfectly trained to aim high and move sixteen hundred feet per second, open borders now

Highest mountains and deepest forests, jungles, swamps, open seawater, lake or an overflow.

Breath of the gas mixture your lungs can metabolize into the animation function of matter

Burned out star-stuff making a comeback before the Supernova in progress, a timely spacer

Between the occurrence of the matter and form of the Earth’s left over crust and never, ever

There is a chasm which cannot be crossed by sea, land or air, neither below us or below Her.

She is One in a million as far as I know, so I’ve been told a million times since I was six or ten

Brought wisdom of the ancients to fruition with the occult, hidden demons of a ocultish den

Of fish, mice, men, lions, tigers, snakes and other slithering anima, inherited blind faith exit

To be or not to be DNA anomalously penetrated blind faith, ship’s ahoy mate, keep rockin’ it.

For no purpose at all, my parents mated for the fun of it, here I am, now and then, I will be

From a random, zygotic DNA function, a fake-intellectual misfit of cultural bastardism is One

With all guys and gals that died & who will die because they are alive right now, 21 gun salute

For those about to rock, alone under gravitational law of extinct Newton, #21Guns #OOrah.

Now that we found love what are we gonna do with it? I got mine tied up in sleeping beauties

Who are all for One and One for all, a #Muskateerish type/mode of being my civil liberties

Atom to Universe, atom to universe, this is your Captain, come in please? Do you read me?

It’s all over now, it’s easy to see and easy to tell from the writing on the invisible wall of fame

In the hall where light’s been dimmed, nobody can see the fluorescent sand of fission’s fusion

Alright to be you and your kin and mates, sooner than later, it will be as below the dirt’s game

Buried bones under ground or water, burned, crushed, shattered, banned now, Original sin?

You’re killin’ me for reincarnation, ad infinitum cause/effect wings of demonic fallen angels?

Is this some kind of a joke? Why live and die for a hoax light-soundscape, half-wit, she-devils

Hoax me once shame on you! Hoax me twice shame on me, that’s fair so dance to a backbeat

Co-mingle asexual photo-synthetics and 80,000 feet, we’ll look the same, AM radio on a teat!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June Tenth, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #FatherOfMine Everclear & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kkcbxjWG9Mc }

 

 

*header photo is an A-10 Thunderbolt #Warthog close support ground support:

“A-10 THUNDERBOLT (WARTHOG) The Fairchild Republic A-10 Thunderbolt II is an American twin-engine; straight-wing jet aircraft developed by Fairchild-Republic in the early 1970s. The only United States Air Force aircraft designed solely for close air support of ground forces; the A-10 was built to attack tanks; armored vehicles; and other ground targets with limited air defenses.The A-10 was designed around the GAU-8 Avenger; a 30 mm rotary cannon that is the airplane's primary armament and the heaviest such automatic cannon mounted on an aircraft. The A-10's airframe was designed for survivability; with measures such as 1; 200 pounds (540 kg) of titanium armor for protection of the cockpit and aircraft systems that enables the aircraft to continue flying after taking significant damage. The A-10A single-seat variant was the only version built; though one A-10A was converted to the A-10B twin-seat version. In 2005; a program was begun to upgrade A-10A aircraft to the A-10C configuration.The A-10's official name comes from the Republic P-47 Thunderbolt of World War II; a fighter that was particularly effective at close air support. The A-10 is more commonly known by its nicknames "Warthog" or "Hog". It also has a secondary mission; where it provides airborne forward air control; directing other aircraft in attacks on ground targets. Aircraft used primarily in this role are designated OA-10. With a variety of upgrades and wing replacements; the A-10's service life may be extended to 2028.376th Air Expeditionary Wing; AFCENT; Airmen; Kyrgyz Republic; Kyrgyzstan; Staff Sgt. Robert Barnett; Transient; Transit Center at Manas; U.S. Air Force; United States” -- #WashingtonTimes article link @ https://go.shr.lc/2Dg9oKT