One Headlight by The Wallflowers (Lyrics) #IndependenceDay #OneHeadlight #GlennFrey #TheOneYouLOVE #BobSeger #DownOnMainStreet

SKIPPIN’ STONES ON LIPGLOSS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 29, 2019

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Nobody kisses the corpse of their dead relatives anymore, but I still do, I loved many of them

I kiss them goodbye for the last time because there’s no two dead lips and no spiritual REMs

Blinkin’ eyes caught forever fully wide open to see Nothing as clear as day, it is so very clear

Light from the sun, reflected from the moon, comin’ down here to me, came to me and you.

Becoming the only one who knows what’s what, what the Truth is we’ve got True love missing

Important if you’re not starving hungry or sloppy drunk, with logic and reason we all emit

Freedom from the Life that Death brings, whether you like it or want it or not, it’s so crazy

But if you stay a little while and learn how much it feels good to feel the feelings, a bit sexy.

Whispers in your ears from the hollow wind, sayin’ zip about Nothingness, our heartless seize

Fiction, make-believe, faith in the unknown that will come to get you and I, all the tiny babies

Eating us all, one by one, you’ll see the other side of this me and you, soon you’ll have to dash

Nothing matters and if it did, you’ll never know eventually, underground or smashed potash.

Mona Lisa is the reason for the high stepping of my soul, being deep in a groove of ecstasy fat

Hard knocks of the idiots and morons and geniuses who taught me everything, tip of the hat

Lifted up by bootstraps and naked metatarsals, above the waterline, below the space, I glide

Everything is a piece of this Nothingness my friends, it ain’t my fault, I report and you decide.

I’ll forget about the lips and the face and body of bones, the soul and spirit of the thing itself

It will be most difficult to avoid since it’s the nature of being, doomed to the Void’s mystery

Do everything to honor the supernaturally endowed Hopes and Dreams of the cerebral shelf

God’s danged empty tomes that nobody reads, still got a game of love to play now, I am key!

True love it is when you have no idea that your genes are pulling to become more than One

More than the Many, the One is the True Love of this solar system’s galaxy, this universe Us

Made for more than two, this One has become the Many for a reason, there was no other way

The Way is My Way or the highway and if you cannot accept Truth, you are dismissed today!

This is not coming out of the blue, It comes out of blackness, outside the Earth’s spin wobble

But she’s my baby, she’s my girl, she is everything to me, without her I can’t survive a bubble

Moving wasted matter downriver into the sewers that bring nourishment to blue skies above

Fishermen know and so do the artists and musicians who go crazy over their hunger for love.

This is It, It is all you’re gonna get from the whole shebang, your dead relatives got It so right

It’s all about the survival on the surface of burned out stardust, come with three times alright

Being’s nothingness, smoked mirror of the silent sounds pointing to dawn’s fade to sundown

Free Will to be Good, Bad or Ugly, a lonely taste of Old Chicago, Capone’s tootsie roll town.

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r j j stephan, i *LIPS/TONGUE HEADER c. The Rolling Stones full copycredit!

c. Saturday June 29, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the Eagles #TrueLove Glenn Frey “You want me to get in back?” ROTFLMAO ...oh-well... https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AintDeadYet @GratefulDead #BadaBing @ACDC #Unhinged #SoulStrippersOnDeck

DENYCE BOSSED THE #dEaDhEaDs

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, June 28, 2019

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Messages are not all they’re cracked up to be are they? Stones roll and nobody knows why

Gone downhill, up and down, all around the world as we know it, therefore, I am the sky

Peace and war are the way of the warrior, my way, not yours, you want the civilized atoms

I am part of the Neutrino force of None of your business, do not seek, shake your pom poms.

Cheers and skoal to the drunken sailors and hookers who entertain the Neutrino, what I am

Please don’t take this personally if you ever get this far in the killer verse of a bursting dam

If you choose not to see the light it behooves you to just close your eyes, be blind old Road

Undocument me and my immigrant grand parents who floated over to US on a boat loaded.

Gravitational pull on your bones to the ground of being, this Earth, this star in Space’s Void

A grave of ash and fossilized calcium at the final curtain, the end of the play, your call of Ra

Tip top of the pyramid or the mountain of burst volcanic pressure from a holy, salacious rack

In a twilight zone, a politician and a priest enter a bar and ask the tender for shots of #Jack.

To poke the monster in the cage and awake it’s horror at being confined in a barred jail cell

Is to become the essence which preceded the existence of the flesh, bone, bloody well mental

Philosophically waxin’ and wanin’ lunar clarity with obfuscation of Last Words before Silence

Boys and girls to women and men, animate the genome from origin to extinction nonsense.

Permanent vision of you in my field of existence prevents my devouring of the stardust 3rock

Gobbling souls is not important, only the DNA than contains the souls, souls may screw away

With the birds and the feathers lighter than the oxygen-hydrogen flow in the temple of doom

My place or yours? Please make up your own mind, whatever It is, door slams on this room!

Experiments of scientists in a pickle to justify their own existence in a Void of lead guitar riffs

Nooks and crannies of the crazies and the crones, olden Drones, followers of unshod two feet

Reasons to be men and women reduced to the gaping orifice and the fair game of saints’ stiffs

All about the bass on home base, backbeat of a stretched animal skin over hollow, Hollywood.

Mercy and Charity for Hopelessness, the Many educated by K-12, the Beast in a holy steeple

Pretty girls and handsome boys of the exiled turn into the hands out waiting for Golden funk

Form of ignorance and hunger for the booty of the overlord, the many revolt against Hunger

All they want is a free place to stay and free food whenever they’re hungry, come on punks!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday June 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:59 PM PST

{ drafted while in my own mind as I went out of my mind and lost my mind on the way & watchin’ LooneyTunes compilation on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OM6xvpzqCUA & listenin’ to the Grateful Dead #PeggyO & HITS @ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyeAintGotNobodyThatEyeCanDependOn @CarlosSantana #ALoveSupreme @JohnColtrane #LastNightSpectacularitySupernaturallyMine #YoYo #Yo

DON’T BE A MASHUP, YOU’RE GOD!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, June 28, 2019

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Y’all know who I’m referring to as I capitalize the first letter of you, know what I mean?

Y’all go to church on Sundays every week or temple on Saturdays or every holy revolution

Y’all spin around in wobbling circles or so I’m told from priests, nuns, brothers & foes

Y’all can count on one thing in this life or so I’m told from my national conscience, debt.

Nothing other than death can beat the feeling of a Supreme Being in debt to no skill set

Who in God’s name is in charge of the spin and wobble? Who’s in charge of throwing?

When I’m hit by a stranger or a loved one, I strike back twice as hard to warn them all

To be or not to be is to be the fool who mixes up my humility and appearance with bums.

Bums being the men and women who keep their hands out until they’re filled with deadpan

To get the stamps for the food, the tax payouts of welfare checks to the hungry for concerts

Even the poor and the huddles masses need to reconvene in the center of the middle plan

Uttermost echelon of the the cosmos itself, you know what I mean, pity the fool Peter Pan.

Girls cannot be boys and boys cannot live forever, therefore, I think I was, all that she wrote

These words, all of the entire species’ genome, the x and y chromosomes of the nut dreamer

Species’ extinction in a super nova to come, wake the F up, Supreme evil genius, Id schemer

One Id for the whole shebang, squeeze it out of your #Holy oneness, be and then pass it out.

Lies mated with the language to deceive the oneness granted to divine, conceived by conmen

They too will meet the fate of those who are fleeced like the sheep’s flock in hell, AHO, Amen

On being all too human, dimly bright, unevolved oh, amoeba and paramecium pre-afterglow

Putting random collisions of protoplasm in an atmospheric fishbowl is interesting, um, no?

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi 28 juin deux mille dix neuf (année du Seigneur) Friday June 28 2019 AD

{ Drafted from THE #VOID after #LoveSupreme Carlos Santana concert last evening with the The Doobie Brothers NOW to santana_carlos012 link @ https://youtu.be/7sXt-j6s1bM }

W.W.A.R.D.?

FINIS

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#MaybeNotSoSpecialAfterAll #WWARD #OpenMyHeartSurgeon

GOOGLE NEUTRINO, LOVE ME NOT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, June 26, 2019

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Where’s Robin or Penguin or Joker or Riddler or even Bat-Bird when you need #GOOGLin’

Nobody knows and nobody cares unless it’s got something in it for you or me, a dysfunction?

Here’s the point. There are no super heroes, not even regular heroes, just phqn dumb luck

Being in the right place before someone else on the planet gets to it, the whole cosmic shack.

Put into perspective after you’ve achieved the pinnacle of success getting a PhD in philosophy

Kissin’ the diploma and throwin’ the gauntlet down the sink with the original and mortal sin

I didn’t do anything wrong and the laws of nature rule my world, my age and shoe shine skin

Kissin’ faces that turn away when bad breath deceives olfactory senses, last call to alcoholin’.

In the business’ pleasure trippin’ vacations of your little feet, big boots and tiny, minion kids

Look around the place in space where you’ve received your soap and toothbrush, spit to spat

Trouble in the darkness without fences to keep out the blazing light of the darkness, holy scat

Improved the suffering genome, the DNA without mothers or fathers to enculturate their Ids.

Putting one of your feet in front of the other is fine if you have feet that are able to walk, dig!

From the bowels of eternity into the open stage of the Earth’s surface, all you can be in a wig

Bald heads are fine as well since they’re actually mutants of the mischosen mates of Jesus C

Recessive genes cause immaculate conceptions, perennial #FakeNews, a dead fish of the sea.

Who doesn’t hate themselves for loving someone else, it means you take second place to love

It is a required modus operandi for the folks who mate, copulate and generate hand in glove

So that the creator of nothing, the Void as it were, can watch without eyes, our crime’s repos

Of the guilt feeling which forces the mind to punish, amend and assimilate, only God knows.

A man in a bat or a bat in a man matters not one twit, not one tweet in the twittersphere, man

If I had a million dollars, I’d buy a boat and a Freightliner cabover to pull it, up n’ downwind

From the dawn’s light to the last glimmer of dusk, I read the words that meant to be a Truth

Measure of the fact to be proven is that it can be verified and re-verified, independent sooth.

Dreaming of the discovery unseen by the eyes of humanity due to it’s awesome, holy #Google

All there is and ever will be is right here and now in front of our eyes, liberty’s non-stop flight

Therefore, the end is near and it may be the end of days for consciousness’ lame memorabilia

I am a shadow boxer of shadow-banning, gravity graves desensitized ash, GD neutrino blight.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #PrincePlaysTheSmoothBlues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/D4E2-KAYNO4 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GOjohnnyGO #JohnnyBeGood #NotSoMuch #GoGitSome #Boss #BruceSprinsgteen #SoSmooth #CarlosSantana @BrothersOsborne #HASHTAG #ROFL

HONEYSUCKLE SOME HONEYBEE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 25, 2019

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Like it or not, you’re breathing and living right here and now, you better get on the stick, slick

Wastin’ time is not an option if you can’t open your eyes anymore, when you lose your mind

All gone on the final heartbeat of the drama, whiskey and tobacco in your face makes it kind

Smile n’ laugh all day long, dreamin’ of sugar plums and calm seas ahead, fire dragon’s trick

Got laid out in the casket but I wanted to be burned and pulverized into bonified fake balls

Rebels have succumbed to the fallen angels’ philosophy of Being Evil in the sons of the Live

I’m so full of holy patience in a sewer hole full of God’s wasted damsels dialing 24/7 robocalls

Of men and the vermin who crash matter from mastication to defecation in a fake hive of jive

Wine, whiskey and memories of the fabulous nights from 9 to 5, graveyard shiftin’ your gears

Only you know like I know everything that happened and we know nothing of any Free will

It’s gospels and epistles, stories about livin’ somewhere around a mountain of rivers’ freefall

Meltin’ snow-caps’ snow-drops to the rain’s current of the deep, blue sea, angel-devil bears

Mean men taught me the meaning of life from the being of compassion to someone with none

As a Singularity’s essence in a black hole, I’ve entered forces my leak of a secret Truth unspun

Love’s fighting over who’s the anointed one and who isn’t, just a slave somewhere on a beach

Visually aromatic smell in a hole of invisible, holy worlds of divine order, sound’s odor reach.

YOU and the rest of the nature of being will disappear into the Singularity, Superego’s goal

Like it or not, no angels waiting in heaven or hell for your disembodied consciousness’ soul

Dawn suddenly comes when my eye lids blink, let the sun’s shine into holy darkness’ mummy

Put on the faded jeans and the DagoT, groom and bloom on to the twilight and a SoCal scree

No bread, no food, no money, no wheels, no job but it never rains in California, least I’m dry

All US pioneers who came out west on buses, cars, trucks, jets, even hitched a ride to get high

Where the ocean wind blows inland and forest fires blow away into the Sierras, we dead right

Not even one small step for mankind can disguise the facts of life, my daddy told me to fight

Until I can’t take another breath and can’t move another inch from the recline decline, Move

Be the Unmoved Mover if you’d be the most useful to your culture’s civilization, China Grove

Or maybe it wasn’t a grove and it was just me looking within an empty Void of blown bubbles

In your out-basket of labor and care for your fellow human beings, build tall marijuana walls

From Texas to California, New & Old Mexico, Arizona to SW San Diego, chant #LockHerUp

On a flesh and bone or a steel horse, go until sundown, campfire, supper, sleep, repeat slide

It’s all about the Time spending it here in Space with y’all like it or not, it is what it is, suicide

Nobody steps in the same river twice, literally, the River passes Time in Void Space’s phqup.

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r j j stephan, i #DontHaveToBeRichToBeMyGirl #JustYourWantYourKisssssssss

c. Mardi, June Two Five, Two Thousand and Nineteen Anno Domini

{ drafted while being Unmoved in the Movement & blasting the jams on youTube #Kiss Prince IF YOU CAN! ahhhhhhhhh, hit it y’all! https://youtu.be/CkrT9u7ms1c }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#InViolationOfRevolution #PeaceAndLove #RockSteady #HighwayToHell

ONE DIE WAR, ROLL THE BONES *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 24, 2019

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On the corner waitin’ for girls to walk by the clique of greasers or dupers in the holy hood.

I didn’t create this information out of thin air, it’s in the atmosphere and squall, go, avoid

On borders with seven seas, continents are the high ground of a random mishap, Earth birth

Shape’s form of the Earth is neither round nor spherical, it’s a broken hunk of burnin’ love.

One function of being educated is to be trained in the art of guessing at wisdom’s reversal

Of the pain and suffering in store for any form of life with a nervous system, man to microbe

It is all a matter of Time and Space in the mind, yours and mine, mamas raised no kids, boys

On the corner waitin’ for girls to walk by the clique of greasers or doopers in the holy hood.

Even Steven or you win and walk away from the game but never, ever lose your cash or shirt

If you or I ever did lose it, we’d lose our will to live on without spending a dime on a hot bird

What expectation will materialize is determined by your willing and picturing a dove, a spirit

Imaginary while awake and asleep, there is no way to know why a cosmic accident occurred.

Cream’s most nutritious part of the life’s DNA, give me cream and I’ll die roll one of the dice

Choice is never an option once you’ve been conceived, the forces determine trajectory of ice

Frozen solid waste of blown gas, hard as stone, a mass of gluon pebbles form a rubber soul

Dead cave people had no idea why they were alive fighting to survive beyond the bell’s toll.

It rang in the cemetery when nobody was there above the ground of being, only underground

Where angels and devils cannot dig in, it’s hardened rock, star dust conglomerated, inbound

All that is left of the blown atomic matter is this planetary solar system, galaxy in a black hole

Eroding the nuclei into the half-life, half-breed native of Eden or Valhalla, a One, set and go!

Promote the heat and the cold because those are the only real things to my brothers & me

Without the hot and frozen there is nothing in special or general relativity to spit at, see?

Putting the rocks into the compactor makes the collapsed stardust, future shock long ago

When I was a young, mama got programmed & reprogrammed me from hatch to the sea.

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r j j stephan, i * #ExplodeTheCamels

c. June 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while reading, writing, listening, speaking with the #Marconi on iHeart delay for the Armstrong & Getty radio show on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/?pname=15400&campid=header&cid=index.html }

FINIS

ACDC - Gone Shootin (early Version)

W.W.A.R.D.?

AC/DC - Play Ball (Official Video)

W.W.A.R.D.?

It's a long way to the top (if you wanna rock 'n' roll)

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyesCanHearMusicToo #HounddogBarkin #ChasinDownAHooDooDer #BornOnTheBayou #GatorCountry

SONS, NOTHIN’ BUT A HOUNDDOG!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 23, 2019

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If you could have seen what I dreamt in a batroom of costumery, a plethora vulnerabilities

You would have had your partner take this ‘still’ of you too, just sayin’ got the theme’s tease

It’s not what you thought but it’s what you’ll think in a New York minute’s frame, my stilleto

Either that or you’ll be engaged in studying the nature of the beasts and platform, my amigo.

High on a hill’s pumpkin patch, livin’ the good life, got a pickup truck and put a nice girl in it

I’ve got zippity-do-da M.I.A. & had to go analyze the psycho-physical notions of genetic chit

Now she tells me that soon, I’m gonna be dead if I keep drinkin’ n’ smokin’ so I LMAO, kicks

Nobody is out of character or out of costume, in reality ain’t nothing but wild-ass systemics.

My sincere apologies to the offended which is most every result of human DNA, all eventually

You, you and yes, you as well since you’re here and have come on along for a ride to get stiff

Country rocks some good girls’ worlds, hard and soft Rock leaks into backwoods up country

All the money in the world on my plastic MC/V CARD can’t drive my mini-SUV over the cliff.

Watch your two-step and jitterbuggin’ and get on down to it, missin’ naught ‘cept the kissin’

Heroes always get the girl in the end, you seen the story on the star-studded silver screenin’

Everybody who lives past adolescence got hugs and kisses from somebody, ‘cept the hermits

People conceived in error by ignorance of consequences for copulation, ambiguity of idiots.

I only am aware of the tool I’m using for the elucidation of an ultimate conclusion, deduced it

Used as much of the known and unknown as I could wrap my mind around, kilt all #Batschit

Nothin’ more nor less than the end result of drinkin’ and smokin’ and flyin’ into sunsets’ red

Only you know, Mr. Fortunato, what it is to be what It is, they told us so, Truth’s what’s said!

This thing itself has been an acid trip of Lysyrgics up and down the frets of my wooden leg

Yeah, I’m the axe you put your hands all over, you know me, I know you, we feel the glee

To the beats, to the rhythm and rhyme of the fish hook lures, up and down A to C scales

Sevenths and Diminished, major and minor chords are all the same harmony, singularity.

If you’re blind you can see it in #Braille, if you be stupid you can hookup baby mama’s sons

With any luck, the fortunes of the Batman subtle jokes ring true, become holy event horizons

Squeezed the infinite quantity of essence, of atoms’ electronic phonetics into SpaceTime locks

Blown out mountains due to a smokin’ asteroid core, lavastone beasts of burden, holy flocks.

Curiosities killin’ all the cats I know of, life flowin’ through the veins of the vegetarian hosers

Alive for a mere moment, flash in the pan with a full complement of infinity, 1/4 mile hotrods

Behind unbreakable bars and inpenetrable keyhole locks without an exit for hardcore losers

All too human joke, a Singularity’s Truth and gravitational collapse, makin’ fusion for gods!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, June 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 12:00 PM PST, HIGH NOON

{ drafted this gem while jammin’ to some J.J.Cale & Eric Clapton #TheRoadToEscondido on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XDcHuYrGBtM }

FINIS

@BrooksAndDunne #EyeBelieve @SherylCrow @JoeWalsh #PathOnTheRedDirtRoad #BackAndForthToTheTasteeFreeze

POWERPLAY FOR SCRUPLES’ CHIT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 23, 2019

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A moment before Time began here in this place in deep Space, anointed ones wear a ring

Perfectly the absolute, whole shebang of every atom in the universe, First Cause is Nothing

A final question of consequence is What is This First Cause? Up and away, mother’s got laid

In a hole, in this world open wide gash, since anointment as a dot of Singularity, a fake fade.

Get it straight, there’s no doubt that there’s a reason for being alive besides being Earth dust

Your mothers and fathers, by physical or general orphan enculturation, at random DNA fuss

Have become the First and only Cause we’ll ever have of this skin and these bones of matter

Knowledge is Power if you didn’t already know it, that is the Wisdom of the ancient masters.

In a deep or shallow waste of my Time in this Space, drippin’ lined scars down my two faces

I’ve got one for you and one for me alone, when nobody else is paying attention, it all erases

Left behind in the collective memory, historical and fictional, blind faith in Tim being wasted

I told you so like you told me so, everything important is all in your mind, rips are all pasted.

Fabrics are like that, ripped to be sewn back together again, like a desperado Raggedy Andy

Or any doll or dummy of any apoplectic personality can become a doctor or president or me

It’s not a matter and form that can be anything other than mortal, conceived to be unboxed

Allowed to put two and two together in mathematical addition, conditionally equal, deluxe.

Shaped up because I finally got aboard and shipped out with my port call, suddenly I was It

No longer the object of another, no domestic or foreign policies, subjectively lions are in a pit

Waitin’ for a metaphorical Nothing of sixteen pieces, king, queen, bishop, knight, rook forces

Eight pawns directed a strike with force without allowing exchange, Joe Walsh rock scorches.

Flippin’ you on your side is important if you need to stop your bones from the pressure grave

If your ass muscle, gluteus maximus being It can move you to orgasmic punchin’ a holy wave

Just sayin a Word, without a need or went to survive the ordeal with this here Skippy cake

#Hooty or #Blowfish all up in yo’ Lamatra expansion, “Everything is Nothing, a news’ fake.’

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r j j stephan, I

c. June 23, 2019 A.D. Sunday @ 1:11 AM PST

{ #AdviceAndConsent #Special & #General in fact, #WhenTheGeneralsTalk ...you better listen to them #POTUS, my friend, drafted this ditty while listenin’ to Sheryl Crow & Joe Walsh #StillTheGoodOldDays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AqFD2ja-9Fs }

W.W.A.R.D.?