@Audioslave #HitTheGroundRunninRockstar #BelieveThatLIfeIsAnErrorInJudgement #RandomChaos #LikeAStone

SYSTEM SANTERIA-ORISHA KNOWS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 17, 2019

----NO EXIT STRATEGY----

Eternal fools come and go from the gonad/egg to the dead 208 bones in a box, under dirt

A new .38 or .45 or .44 or 30:06, it’s a bullet meeting the bone, nobody is a woman of steel

Frequent visits from my lips to a goddess’ ears, words instruct the wizards what I needin’

Today and tomorrow, the sound is typical of a hungry and lost, motherless child of greed.

Fatherless adults makin’ more babies for the penitentiary to house and feed the inner mood

Where animals cannot roam about freely due to their lack of sense of trust-less selflessness

Like the brothers and sisters who taught them everything they know, in the neighborhood

Regretfully, nobody alive appreciates the fact that they’re here and now, forget about it dude.

They cracked my head open, smashed me in the mouth, then asked a favor, 1/2 charmed life

So, I beat my drums and I evoked the rhythm walkin’ on the sun, good boys and bad girls, Oz

No wizard just a place to go to get away from witches and monsters, grounded by living fuzz

Nice guys finish first and baddest guys get their freedom to fly up the thighs of my ale wife.

It is really complicated, you’re conceived, you’re born, you learn to live and then you’ll see

All in one full swoop in a matter of minutes or a century, more or less, fit survivors to be

Punks and popes all get a full dose of the semi-charmed spells of the Live Evil, never to be

I tweet the message, I post the bumps here and there lookin’ for the dead lifeline comedy.

High or low, anybody here will notice the love and life drainin’ from their Herculean hairs

Ounce by ounce, millimeter by milliliter, the space’s contents is every atom’s rhythm blues

Always one and the same as it’s always been, the utter, dark blackness Greco-Roman cares

Catholic Africans mixed up the beliefs and got me here to you, Viva Zapata, Viva my Zeus!

Beast of burden? I don’t think so but I’ll play along with the artificial intelligence, fool me

Breakin’ up the whole pile of circles, triangles and the philosophy of the squares, get down

On the street without boots on my dogs just because I couldn’t keep the beat, I was off key

Out of the band and playin’ the jazz solos for the vi-kings and Egypt queens, hear the moan?

It’s the sound of silence when you listen closely you’ll hear nothing, it’s all there is, Eureka!

Found the diamond in the rough and polished it up until the light broke into rainbow blah

Changed the frequency and wavelength to communicate with the morons and idiots, Man

Brothers n’ sisters from another mother, broke hearts, it’s a fight to the finish, OMG, dam!

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r j j stephan, i { “Nothing changes a thing!” -- K.W.S. }

c. September 17th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted to Kenny Wayne Shepherd #BlueOnBlack link @ https://youtu.be/V94pBlA4n7U }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Nanoseconds divulged! #Sublime #BoomBoomPow #IGotMouthsToFeed @BlackEyedPeas @BruceSpringsteen @Sublime

A NANOSECOND YOU MELTED *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, September 16, 2019

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Just before the thing itself is identified, gin disappears without a trace, it’s throwback caput

There is nothing without whiskey in the world, no human being can avoid #41shots to shoot

I can’t prove anything so save your breath but entertain this notion in jukebox form, darkness

Throwback to your great, great grandparents with their vision of staying in blue ice coolness.

Trained to extinguish the flame of the sun, the dark angels were sent down here, aw hehl

Ridin’ out the git what you git, workin’ or stealin’ the rent from your mamas and yo’ papas

Thinkin’ y’all deserve everything for free, but nothin’ is free, old school rules ringin’ a bell

Log out of your place in the hierarchy of family, blood or honor, brothers and sisters, #Ga .

After the parties are all over, reality sets into your britches and boots, you #ComeTo OMG

What did you do? What did you say? Who can help you recall what was done all alone, G

Nobody, that’s right not one other person in the whole world knows what only you know

With or without you, the world will tilt, wobble, rotate and revolve, fast forward to Now.

Only one way out of this thing you and I find ourselves in, pre-school, after-school degree

Rode bareback on a buckin’ bronco in the parking lot and on the dark side of the moon too

Nothing I ever have done was easy, some things I’ve done I should never have done, I rocked

Because I didn’t care if acting ‘my way’ was cool or not, I did not have to be loaded n’ locked.

Miracles of the miraculous comin’ in and out of your and my mind, payin’ no attention, soon

Accidental or intentional matters as much as it matters that there’s a dark side of a half moon

Vision of the end of the world for me, not you or anyone but me, it’s a dark space, never place

Yes, the instructors attempted to wash my mind-soul, love is what I got, the Race’s game face.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 16th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:06 PM PST

* drafted while listenin’ to #LoveIsWhatIGot by Sublime - the band on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/jjxXhxcIbG0

#HOWSpecialIsThat? #LocalLegendLifeguard #BidenGaffology #DownToTheHonkyTonk #BatShytOnTequilla @RUSH means well...but... #Success

STUPENDO, SNARK-SNAKE PIT, YEA

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 Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, September 16, 2019

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What it is you won’t know until the end of the story and guess who’s tellin’ the tale of doom?

Well, you get three guesses and the first two don’t count, LOL @ you and yours in the Room

In Space where there’s so much room you’d think there was nothing at all anywhere, well...

Experts and novices all agree, you’ve got to breathe and eat and defecate in the facade of will.

Coming between what you think and believe sincerely that you know and what you must pay

This here and that there, right now, christened as cavemen to spacemen, Mother, the Earth

Is all there is as far as we are affected by the sun and the moon, everything else is so far away

I mean EVERYTHING, that’s wisdom and knowledge I’ve gleaned from a philosopher birth.

Naked apes appearing ridiculous except for few exceptions, smooth, naked ape Neo-fakefame

Rules and regulations of primary law and categorical imperative to mock an unholy ape game

Burying what’s not eaten & dumped into the ecosystem’s beautiful bounty, it’s so paradisaical

On the one hand you have Justice and on the other hand Survival, it’s so ape-parent, my pal!

It could have been you that didn’t live past yesterday but it wasn’t you, you’re here, now then

What you gonna do with the rest of THIS day, what cannot be put off until tomorrow’s zazen

Olives on the trees and writings on the walls, you live and die in a dream of One’s First Cause

Closer than you think to the Way to be on until the final curve is rounded, now, hit the Pause!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 16th, 2019 A.D. #QuatroQuatrainCreatedByNobody

{ drafted without a #Will and without a #Way, yet untouched by the hands of a publisher-at-large & listenin’ to #MorganWallen #ICouldUseALittleRain & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/o92I3m0i_QE }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#RedNecksAreRed #GluonsStopGluing #AlliesInParadise

AATOMIC DRUNK, NO PROBLEMO!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, September 16, 2019

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#CornPop your mother, your father, sister and brother and never, ever lookin’ back chumps

You know who you are, y’all are not even readin’ diatribes in any case, no offense old boys

Leaving out of the equation, the better half of the species, that is, any female born god-Toys

Reason why a girl human being would grow mean is because she’s dead or in ghetto pumps!

Back to the subject of the male objects of the humane genome, 32 chromosomes of acid dust

From the sun or the stars or the pulsars or black hole singularities, I just roll my eyes, I must

Why... because I can. I think, therefore we are One and I’m the boss applesauce, WTF is up

Get down wit it, law enforcement runs your good and evil impulses, #gluons get all stuck-up!

Giving all you’ve got to the effort at being all too human, critical function of hoe-Mankind axe

Sellin’ the function to the stupid morons and idiots who learned to read words of the hi-flyers

If and only if you become a judge of the rights and violations of written words of #LiarPimps

Or #Cheats or just honest men who were forced by threat of violence to fail to relate the facts.

I may be toothless by the time I’m seventy but I’ll be alive with my pants down on the #Can

Moving the animation in front of my eyes by sheer Will to Power, just because I can you see

In an case, I promise here and now that what you’ve just read is #FakeNews, God made Eve

Don’t worry about the small stuff, be happy, it’s the ONLY function of Man’s soul in a sieve.

Pertaining to the Idiot and Moron, grown from the sport of Survival, fitness or extinction lore

Heroes in sagas and the biblical words of unknown, named fathers of nobody you know, huh?

Affirmative belief in something somebody told you was true, it had to be because they said so

Some Saturday night when you’re not alive anymore, #SNL cast’ll make fun, LOL. Duh, doh!

Now the predication of the formal logic occurs, wrap your cranium around this and that there

Where in Space you’ll be tomorrow is unknown, what you’ll be when you die is known, an Id

Nothing but the collection of your memorable experience you can recall while alive for years

Or months, days or even minutes, for the life of you and me, that’s all there is, what you get.

Go get into your wheels that we thank the gods for, St. Christopher please follow my punk-ass

I’m an atheistic, aesthetic Roman Catholic Christian apostle of the rock tunes of dead #CARS

I am, you are, we all are the #MostExcellent expression of the explosions of atom-comical gas

No philosophical LAYS of existence, Truth is, I’m stoned-drunk on Tequila, let’s all get high!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 16th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST

{ DRAFT while jammin’ to the HARDY HITS on youTube drone attack link @ https://youtu.be/tRncJ-0XPhY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ClothsAreWearinThin #EaglesFlyinForFood @Bugatti

WHAT KIND OF WOMAN IS THAT?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 15, 2019

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On fire, my grampa was a fire chief in Chicago, therefore I’m squeezin’ ‘til I finally fold

Anyway, only IMHO there is a fear and loathing of the dying pickin’ the diamond’s gold

For the sake of being politically perfect and I do mean without a flaw, how, dare say you

It’s as easy as one, two, three and if I’m wrong then Platonic Aristotelian is in auto-play.

I know there is a diamond in your inner self once you discover the Truth about #Precious

Smilin’ in our faces and stabbin’ most of us in the back, the ones who don’t beware of US

The prey of the predators who kill for the thrill and eat for the pleasure of dire defalcation

All you can eat down at the corner at Joe’s greasy spoon, punks gatherin’ Madonnafixation.

Hiding nothing from anybody, all there is is what the dogs n’ beasts see, alien #BREXIT

You and I and every human being swimming, floating, crawling, walkin’ or flyin’ or flittin’

Is all of it this perception and the quality of the recollection to remember the wage of sin

Please? Are you kiddin’ me, I worked for the pioneers of #BlueOnBlack, let us discuss it.

Dead men and women may not have touched you nor you them but your mind heard

The words and thoughtful conclusions regarding the nature of Reality, from A to Z

Easy as the square root of four, two by two it is and what it is knowing too much hard

Crazy in the head, neither drunk nor deceived, just a defective DNA genome pedigree.

Not your choice or your will in charge of anything that ever happens on Earth or anywhere

iTunes loaded a logical scheme we’ve collectively agreed is the Truth of matter, an e-dreamer

Asleep and not able to awaken, darkness all day unable to awaken, sunshine you banana head

4iTunes the Bose, drivin’ the Bugatti at 3 AM, drivin’ deaf & dumb, invisible, caput, I’m dead.

Exceed 100 and you appear to go slower and suddenly, as speed of light’s reached, #Awkward

Forever and a day there will always be a reason for living even if it’s #JustBecause my #word

Anybody can see that nobody that’s able to read was born yesterday, we’re all goin’ to #Hehl

The pope and the POTUS know the truth about the angel’s dust up in the apple tree, y’all fell!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 15th, 2019 A.D. @ 8:24 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #PickUpThePieces Daryl's House Club on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DvWvzRHDYg8 }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

@SANTANAcarlos #Devadip #WhoThePhuqNoseAnyThingEtAl

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BOLL WEEVIL JAMBALAYA, STOP!

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Richard Joseph Stephan * Sunday, September 15, 2019

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Hey, improvise it brothers and sisters, I ain’t your papa, here’s a recipe to copy: junk

https://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/jambalaya-recipe-3381524, dunk!

You’ll never be hungry again, one day at a time though boys, Bettys pull porch hot honkees

Six string pickin’ ain’t gonna help your dog, catfish in the hollar where dirty angels do It.

On the fence, kickin’ down the posts and walkin’ into the other man’s property, test my skill

Where y’all live one day at a time, eatin’ that golden jambalaya, moonshinin’ on a porchswing

Arm around my daughter, around my wife, my mother and my girlfriends, you better #chill

I oughta learn to defend my heart and soul from living examples of idiots and morons, ding!

Everywhere you look, even if you’re blind, in fact, if you can’t see them you find a lot more

Singin’ rhymes to the twangs and beats of the drums, in or out of the shacks of Space’s time

Jacked up or slowed down bones from the age of grueling heartbeats and fake pumps of ice

Dreamin’ about wakin’ up like my daddy told me to, #WakeUpBoy! Echo papa, echo twice!

Back roads way off of the blacktop, Mississippi to Tennessee, party in the hollar, bucks’ learn

They all wanna go but none of them wanna come, just drink and debate before Bubba’s turn

Tucked young bulls in a backyard, sleepin’ bags, train never leavin’ all whacked, I #Outback

Bottles of Jack and #49 puttin’ the fire backwoods’ cinders, nearly plum outta #151 hot burn.

Bumps on the path even though it’s blacktop, it’s just the dead star’s road dream, puffsmoke

Kicked the Truth down the road ‘til I couldn’t avoid the seriousness of Death any longer, yea

It’s over it’s over, I get that but still, why did it happen at all? Who cares, you don’t, don’t fret

Believe in dementia to fix the pain, recollect two seconds, go fuss and fight or forget about it!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 15th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while in a magic #Spell, listenin’ to Carlos Santana #AllTimeBest from the Lionsden Boxing Academy on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lLJQk7B3GkU }

W.W.A.R.D.?