#HeyMisterCanYouTellMe #Nothing #TheGhetto

GRAVITATIONAL COLLAPSE AMEN*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, October 26, 2019 

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Like an arrow with an invisible signal transmitted and received without knowledge, a code

Creepin’ around a lot longer than you planned, almost time to cut it short, all ready to unload

Creatures coming and going as if they never got the word on the boundaries, above and below

Crack in the world where thrillers happen, every twilight zone night is a bactine inception.

Bricks for the layers and workers needing an elevator to get to the top of the tower of Babel

Where the angels couldn’t see, in the blind spots of treason, the light was flooded and bloody

Acclimated to the hot air from the gulf and stagnant trade winds, yet always wanting to flee

From the megamighty and the weak, the collapse of the ground of being, gravity down fall.

Peculiar musk aroma coming out of nowhere special, out of everywhere, holier than thou hole

Word’s down with it, the bacteria and the viruses become the useful idiots of extinction, ipso

On to the next state’s being, an accident somewhere in a whirling vortex lies my unkind mind

One cannot be denied either fire or water, being of the Earth, there’s no dispute of any kind.

Stringbeans and soulmates at the dinner table, soon to leave it without a scratch, just tattoos

On my arms, my back and my chest, I had my legs blown off in the war, I got nothing to lose

All of the ink scarred tissue goes nowhere but deep in a psyche, God no retrieval on the block

Premium games being played, it likes you, you like it, I like it, everybody’s happy, let’s rock!

Full or part of the whole brings at least some evidence of the notion that Time is now, AHO

Amigas and compadres who care to revolt against the status quo, just watch TV, begin Ho!

Down the runways and time lines of the negative and positive, darkness’ white enlightening

Whomever they are, they’ll come in jets, F-4’s for your wealth, Time in Space, a little wing.

by

r j j stephan, i *I am inside of the Singularity! Just an ubiquitous lyboy in the night!

c. Samedi, ROCKTOBER 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ rocked the house with Korn #NoWay on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/N2F3BPQ5k5I }

 

FINIS

#RealWorld @MatchboxTwenty #HeadHoncho @AlanJackson

CUT OUT THE SALT, CRACKERS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 26, 2019

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Hey now, this is a conditional, exquisite volume of sounds that mean something, dick deliver

From the origin to the destination, the wheels get you there faster, the Time and Space shiver

Aching from all of the negative feedback, static electricity and the function of ennui’s index

Above and below the pits and pendulums of Scaramouch and Brian the Dog, bone the hex.

In nobody’s dreams, not in mine or yours or anyone else’s, a matter of free will is so very sad

Given to everyone who arrives to breathe this Earth’s air, raised to live and die, good or bad

Whether or not there’s a reward or punishment for the actions you’ve performed, kill whistle

Maybe it’s not just a way to motivate the good to remain a good, bad boy, to avoid dark Evil.

Bottom’s were up, dropped out with or without you, all in the moment we were shakin’ hands

Black credit cards barricading the gold dust of the naughty witches;, goddess’ succubus, U.S.

Mothers and fathers let us go away and learn the lessons of the matter and form on the lambs

Finale of the whole skit, the charade that started this clown parade, a promised land circus.

Get your hands off of my pile of cash, no brains to get you off of this planet alive, all gotta die

World won’t stop turning until it’s my turn to move on or move out of this form, hey don’t cry

It’s either hell or high water under the bridge and you’re gonna find out sooner than later, eh

Took your turn on this ride, you rode it out bareback, drunk on a jet, kissed the ground, hey!

When I got back to the world, I didn’t know what would happen and then it flew ‘74 to ‘20

Forty six years on a thunderbolt with a periodic table of lightening from mass, form honey

Rock and roll in your recollection, in your box or in your urn, who got your truck or Harley?

It’s all that matters when doggone1 bones lose the DNA verve, in a box or an urn, I be free!

Frantic and in a stealth mode in the middle of nowhere, nobody can find me, small town

Play poker Friday nights, party down in the hollar on Saturday nights with the clan I own

Red, white and blue flyin’ high with a high volume of protective, defensive ingenuity, dogs

Serious as the bite and the bark, better be very afraid, back to Queens to live like Kings, us.

Somewhere close to where you are, it’s right there where I am, that’s hillbilly significant, eh

I could get in deep and dig down further than the core of a planet or the Sun or Black Hole

Down the Singularity where even Nothing gets no free will to resist, it’s an eternal free fall

From the place your birth in this incarnation began to the place you are now, a seed of hay.

Wheels to move you back and forth from your plush crib to your daily grind, DJ on talk show

It takes a cool redneck to stay solid and in control of reactions to smack talk, easy to cut 5150

So very hard to let that nutty, crazy, half-insane Betty-Sue fake kind of love, it’ll cost ya fifty

It’s all a matter of TIME, I’ll be thinkin’ to saddle up and ride, in Space, as above, so below.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 26, 2019 A.D. @ 5:11 PM PST

{ DRAFTED with an ugly sob yet inspired by Alan Jackson groomin’ the muse with #FiveOClockSomewhere on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BPCjC543llU }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DogsOfWarOutTheBackDoor @AC/DC #InTheGame #TheByrds #RockOrBust #TurnTurnTurn #BallsToTheWall #HardTimes

ON YOUR KNEES, #THOR WOKE UP

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 25, 2019

----------------- #HitMe ----------------

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In the heat of the night, when everything is asleep and hiding from the nocturnal predators

You realize that you’ve awaken from the dream, you’re walkin’ on the moon, in big craters

With or without ladders makes no difference since you can jump higher than Abdul-Jabbar

A bit lonely even though there’s LIVE FEEDS of #sports and satellite-comm from Earth afar.

Now then, I’ll box your ears off if you don’t listen up and comprehend the aces in your hands

Aware that there are some acquaintances who will forget the words, washed to the sea sands

All about the Benjamins, the gold doubloons and the black-faced pumpkins, #Trigger #me2s

If you don’t, somebody will eventually do the deed, to be or not, #StrongArm Joe Getty DF'rs.

#PrincesAndPaupers ruling grounds of being with enculturation, habitual reward to punish

Force the living to behave before dying for no special reason other than being a sinner knish

A thing to be devoured by the spirit sucker outside of this atmosphere or in the Earth core

Inside of or outside of a concept in your mind, an infant’s twerking, growing DNA’s w#ore.

One and the same dream, first asexual male/female life, #faux living amoeba and paramecia

Now and on the way to the final #BlackHole implosion, #MilkyWay galaxy, it’s me, #RiffRaff

Coming sooner or later in every sentient beings’ inherited genome, en-cultured paraphernalia

This AM, Earth shattered, I’m all that’s left, don’t cry, I am free of Adam’s struggle, LAUGH!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, ROCKTOBER 25th, 2019 A.D. @ 10:10 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #RockOrBust AC/DC https://youtu.be/_NdHySPJr8I }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BowlingForBirthdays #TowerOfPower #ChrisStapleton #CanIBeFrank #UncleFrank

FORCE CENTRAL & COUNTRY BOY *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 24, 2019

sssssssssssss-----sssssssssssss

 

Scratchin’ on the cave walls but nobody ever reads the words, they don’t fight the power

Just a handful of resistor transistors left among the living here and now, in an ivory tower

Above and below, it’s all the same, liquid, solid and gas in one form or another, gold or oil

Value of the things that make us great, it is the thing itself, the faith in the unseen royal.

Call it the universe or the name, known or unknown, with or without a Word, a Name of It

Call it your mama, that you’ll defend and there’s no doubt without mama, existence’s skit

Call in sick to your job so everybody knows that you’ll have a great day without the payday

Fell in love with the telephone rings and cell vibrations, need a text, need you in a bad way.

Chased by the fast guys that made me faster than them, I had to get away or take a bullet

Tell my mama I love her if I don’t make it home, not goin’ far past the ‘hood, now in a patty

Wet socks and boots, feet’s skin gettin’ like a chicken’s spoiled leg bones, rotten germ-lout

I am not gettin’ any younger and I’m not a bottle of brandy, so I’ve got to get the lead out.

No honey in the hive to get me high, like I used to be, every day, every night, utopian wine

Now, this war’s battles won’t let me be alone, I am dragged by the nose hairs, deep within

My mind, your mind, the mind of the utopian universe, whatever else wants present Time

Tennessee whiskey and my grandpa’s dago red wine in the cask, in the cellar, a glass rhyme.

Host or guest in the matrix makes no difference, bones and skin just a simple man’s ticket

To the players of the game before and after my presence, bona fortuna, get ready to swing it

Maybe a bat or a sword or even your girlfriend, swingin’ like up in the vines, a 12 gauge shy

Shells in the kitchen knife drawer, some ends needed never to be begun, but I’ll fetch a key.

Truth is that a tooth for a tooth only works 32 times, the last 4 times, wisdom may disappear

Into thin air or anywhere else where there’s nothing but air and the devil, who lives o’er here

Down in the lower gully by the hollar of the cousins, crazy in-breds with booties from heaven

If’n I can’t git things on my own, then I don’t git ‘em, food, place to crash, girls to love in sin.

by

r j j stephan, i *Header’s #POTUS

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ jammed while pestering my muse, she knows why and jammin’ on #WhatAreYouListeningTo by Chris Stapleton on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/zhnMSVb0oYA } YouTube 102K I like this 5.6K SHARE

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StraightToHell #InAHandbasket #TheManWhoStoleYourWater @BruceSpringsteen @JacksonBrowne @SteelyDan @Hardy

FREEDOM SAXO IN BLACK JEANS **

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, October 24, 2019

------------------straight to hell------------------

It’s got legs and it’s not gonna stop for anybody, savants and slobs from the mothers’ holes

Pregnant from an idiot and a moron with severed testes, now girl you gotta go on all alone

What it’s like to be a boy or a girl that came from you mama, it’s a trip, a for real head trip

Good men and bad women tell the lies and the truths that will get us over, a sax to get us by.

Broken hearts in Houston and Milwaukee, Bronx to Watts and everywhere between, it lives

Lives of the many and the few, all playin’ the game that seems like it’s everything under stars

You know exactly what I’m talkin’ about, happiness’ love, love and glee in the honey bee hives

Red light and blue light comin’ for the whites and blacks, black whites, you dig what I mean?

Static and clarity broadcasting from high atop the tallest trees and buildings of mankind’s sin

This here and now is the fault of the mouths that contained the silver spoons of broken hearts

Stacks of dead bones in boxes and pictures of pain, flashin’ back into the infinite recollectin’

Happy life, happy wife, deadman’s hands are face up on the table, all in, betting is over, I win!

Thinkin’ about this love I’ve given to the beings who got damned by the free wills of the gods

Oh, what it’s like to live without being in agreement with the world outside of my clear skin

.45’s and 30:06’s wavin’ in the air with the swords and plows, workin’ the ground of being sin

This whipped up into a frenzy turns out to be all of it, some of it, none of it, driven red bloods.

Fallen down to the substratum of the ground, below the foundation, deep in a sandy dune

Lookin’ up since there is no down being there at the first cause, the origin of the silver spoon

Time and Space are the tickets, yeah, that’s it, the maximum score of pretenders and goons

Punks, pimps and slobs that moved out, silver spoons and drugs in tow, death spit of ruins.

Texas storm blown to Mexico’s gulf, in the flood, the swimmers survive, holdin’ their breath

Top of a volcano in Peru or Alaska, blown inner molten rock that only rolls downhill, death

It’s comin’ without you knowin’ at any time, any day, early or late, awake or in your sleep, yep

Game played, rules created from the cosmic stardust in no man’s land, that’s life, here we go!

by

r j j stephan, i **Header is the #BigMan #RIP Clarence Clemons shreddin’ his saxophone in perpetuity!

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ drafted in the Cadillac while listenin’ to Houseofpain deep end of #SkidRoad on a #SlowRoll link @ https://youtu.be/zBF3NreXHYY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhoDoYouThinkYouAre #OfCourse #OhMama

PICK STIX, A FUSCIA NUNCHUKA

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 23, 2019

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If you know how to use it, you’ll never lose it, keep it real and never forget the sunny day

Blue skies just a shade of the white-black reflection of photons and neutrons on the display

You hit a few of ‘em in the head, arms and legs, that’s why 20 against 1 wasn’t a fair mind

Wild as the first animal evolved from the muck, movin’ and eatin’ and dyin’ in a snow blind.

Pretenders on the left and the right of me and you, unless you’re stillborn or dead, I do pledge

Trouble now and double trouble in a few minutes, just in the Peace mode and can’t get it out

Only if I must, if I’m forced to whip upon the wild horses to get ‘em to gallop off the cliff edge

Broke my heart in two but you didn’t know you had the power, guess I’ll always have a doubt.

You can fool me sometimes, I don’t know about you but I hate when I say bless her heart

Give her a pass, forgive her like she’s supergirl or wonder woman, life’s short, do a restart

Appearances in front of the strangers, up there on the stage, singin’ and dancin’ to and fro

Everything’s broken and it always was my fault, I caused it to crash and burn, man I blow.

Got as hot as a pistol and everything seemed to be slowing down, then quickening, I robot

Not the usual way to watch the world go by, in a coma with an unconscious, miraculous dot

Microdoted and filed in the field of black microbial shadows, catlike forms skedaddle on top

Smoke and mirrors cannot explain the forms in the vision, recollected just like it was, pop!

It scurried along the top of the fence, darker than the darkness around it, gettin’ a live wire

Out of my night blind eyesight with the ambient black neon light, my heart is still hot on fire

Birds tweeting the songs I’ve heard for seventy years, some kind of wonderful, sweet tweet

Strokes of fortune and direction of the will, intent of a thing that thinks it’s Greta Van Fleet!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to T.Rex #BangAGong link @ https://youtu.be/TVEhDrJzM8E & Greta Van Fleet #HighwayTune link @ https://youtu.be/aJg4OJxp-co }

FINIS  wward NOW

#FightThePowerIfYouDare #TheHeatIsOn

TOOTH DECAY MATTERS, EH?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 23, 2019

------------#TheHeadIsOn-------------

 

There’s no need to get all crazy about it, facts are facts, #FWAAT Canada-Hong Kong rocking

No queen or secretary of state available for comment on insignificance of Trumpism, a viking

What do you think about that? You know that I know what you think, it all comes down Jack

We gotta eat to live, to stay alive it’s either kill or be killed, a homer, raw McDonoh’s BigMaq.

#YellowSnowFlakes or #Shaq, quite a juxtaposition of opposite philosophies of existence, we

Unless you’re a monk livin’ in a cave on a 3 hill island, the Ugly, the Good and the Bad to be

All three formerly mountaintops of volcanoes until Earth shifted the oceans place in Space

An axis shift and a velocity decrease of both the orbit and the wobble-revolution, Sunny Daze.

It’s customary to attempt to crucify your skin and bones in an airless gas chamber, choke up

On the bat, wood to a head like in the olden days when the young bucks ran rampant, #STFU

Steps up and down the ladders and stairways to heaven and around in circular jerks’ parties

Remain calm when you discover the actual Truth about this matrix for unholy spirits’ envies.

Does anything survive the flesh and bone when it’s animation of itself fails into freeze-frame

#DeepFake to the nucleus, now, a video created by Chinese Zen Masters, martyrs of my Tao

You know and I know nothing more than what’s right in front of an open door of perceptions

Cause of the First Cause is the indeterminate principle, not for you to know, perfect 7th sons.

Conditions of the categorical imperative and the metaphysics of the Form and Matter of Id

Wearing nothing at birth and totally ignorant of what had just happened, startled by Light

If lucky or not, here and now is for some but not for all, it’s not All for One and One for All

Glad you could get to the end of the path in One piece, an unbrave, old world of Eve’s Fall.

Utter emptiness outside of this atmosphere, boys and girls have bones in bags’ of acid DNA

Acid moving, eating other moving things after boiling or frying, cooking the meat of holy prey

Truth makes you cry so go ahead and cry on my shoulder, it will All be Over sooner than then

Well, any second of any moment of any night or day, a last breath’s ovum, yo mama’s a hen.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 07:11 PST

{ Drafted while breathin’ in a plastic mask & listenin’ to Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST, they got podcasts too & bumper music of The Isley Brothers #GoForYoGuns link @ https://youtu.be/rzfpeF6_okI  }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ItsTooLateNow #AsAboveSoBelow #WTF that means will blow you away...who's drivin' you home tonight?

S.O.S.

CRANKING IT UP TO 666 DECIBELS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 23, 2019

--------SOONER or LATER--------

Lost faith during my last mass that I served as an altar boy in a catholic school of Chicago

Mama dropped me off and left me at some building with strangers, it was the law an elf

City took me years to sever the server from my arteries, turned out to be a crazy, old Joe

Of the man who grew from a boy, from a baby, from a zygote, from a tyranny of the self.

Meat on the bones or on the plate on a bun, either way, it’s meat and it’s gonna decay

Right under our noses, in front of our eyes, while we’re awake or asleep, it’s goin’ away

Soon to be judged and forgotten because it’s forgettable, soon to be eaten pie in the sky

A rose by any other name’s but a rose, a flower of a seed grown with the wink of an eye.

Blurred lines between the light’s glow and the eye cornea recording, in my mini-mind

Serious about the nature of the Truth being exposed, talkin’ to a recorder for the yTube

At some point along the orbital path around the sun, there’s a Kyper belt in utero Pluto

Earth is where it’s always been, rolling around in elliptical circles, wobble the mi, re, do.

Long days and short nights, gravitational tides of the invisible hoax, a story of innocence

A dream state speeding out of napalm’s control, all alone without a guide for the distance

All of us are gonna die, nobody will get out alive, young and old, healthy and the infirm

Every time we roll the dice, we roll sevens and elevens in diamonds, we’re wheat germ!

Tired of the eyes being wide open, taped in kill-Bill mode, had to be done, Sacramento Kings

For yourself or for two, either way you win and can’t ever lose, the girl or the soft dumplings

Extremely fond of this Old Game, 64 squares of mundane by Sacramento Kings’ and the gang

Or is it a queen who wins or loses the micro Black-holes attraction, Eve to Adam, a big bang.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 23RD, 2019 @ 12:01 AM PST

{ drafted from a distant land between my ears, listenin’ to #ROCK link @ https://youtu.be/J9gKyRmic20 & an #EyePoppin cosmological analysis of astronomical data, link @ https://youtu.be/v2a2ck8k_zU }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WWARD ...well, you know... #Love & #Happiness #WordUP @KORN

#NotCoolMan #ItIsCool #NoRomanceForMe #WordUp #LivingInATentInBackOfTheDumpsters #CalExpositionAndRiverParkDrive

DEADLY UNDERGROUND WHINE *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 22, 2019

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Isolation on the ground of being, as above, so below the clouds that force the wind, raining

To make the rivers and lakes of our personal part of the MilkywayGalaxy’s black hole internet

You’ve got the handle and the URL for the dream you’ve forgotten that you exist in, you bet

In the invisible vastness, you go to priests and scholars for a holy grave in a violent ending.

I’m only gonna say this once to trigger the emptiness within the DNA you reflect, a supernova

Blown to smithereens from the gravitational collapse and cataclysmic explosion, TNT’s papa

Oh, vortex of UV light that blinded all the eyes, that adapted to dark, swirling stardust portals

Death and living the human culture’s customary Will to Survive is like black hole immortals.

Astronomers and the faithfully departed have found identical answers to faux questions porn

Why am I alive other than that my ma and pa mated, conceived DNA in a cell unit’s fake form

Imagine your and my last blink, permanent sleep just like you do every day, you’ve no choice

At dusk, over silvery, dirty gold hills, Time erupts in Space, opens a black hole, now, silence!

From Pluto to Uranus, Neptune, Saturn, Jupiter past Mars, Venus and Mercury, the sun God

What’s more powerful than the sun that shines and allows our life, our existence to be Good

Think about the Categorical Imperatives, the Forms, the Substance, the Essence, then expire

Like the date on your milk carton and yogurt, it gets rancid and rotten after a while, it’s Fire.

What can be said about random Rules of our ancestors’ reactions to being a Big Bang sloop

This and that is all there is, the light comes because the Earth is revolving on an orbital loop

Gravitational attraction and the love of being close to a star, for the cozy warmth of happiness

Dust from the explosion of gas, the matter is left to move itself, to cause life from a death star.

Exploding the garbage to eradicate the homeless unicorns, the gods have been us blacked out

Here and now is the answer to the question that nobody can ask without a #me2 twist-shout

You’ve got to forget about what you see and hear, do not be a Russian asset or honest site-bot

‘cause I am gonna fly under a bluemoon witchhunt while the band plays on, with no blogspot.

by

r j j stephan, i *I’d be your #Mississippi, #Honeysuckle!

c. Mardi, ROCKTOBER 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #HoneyBee Blake Shelton & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iNKl0z30slU?list=RDiNKl0z30slU }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#WickedWitchKickinInTheMix #WhatDoYouKNow #NotAGDThang #LayinRootsInTheGround #EyesForNobodyButYouToo

ROYAL FLUSH & A PURPLE GURU

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 21, 2019

sssssssssssssssssssBIG SMILEsssssssssssssssss

 

Pens, pencils, quills, chalk, sticks in the dirt all recorded the parts of the whole, holy thing

If you don’t read it then it won’t do you any good, one way or another, win turns can’t lose

Think about it for a moment, you can’t get out of your skin or bones until you die, really high

Imagine the last thought, holy scat of the surprises from birth to death, God’s so godang sly!

At least there was loud music and drum beats to make your skeleton rock and rolled upon

Felt very good whether you played it loud and long or just listened to a Bose speaker oven

Either way, drummers keep the rhythm of the beat so the strings, wind and brass overflow

Imagine being alone but alive, not dead yet, just all alone, nobody else in sight, inhale blow.

God, invisible, attribute the good and evil that happen to the all too human suckers born now

Every minute one’s born and if that’s the case, there’s literally millions of suckers at this show

A rerun of a movie I’ve seen many times, I know how it ends, the lights dim, curtain’s drawn

Party son and daughter of an extraterrestrial, paradise of wisemen’s heaven, toke Unknown.

Compass pointing straight up north when I’m at the south pole, south of the burnt, holy fire

It’s the reason why this reality exists in the first place and in the end, you may be perturbed

Not what you expect from all of the rumours and propaganda you’ve been so enculturated

It’s an evolutionary adaptation, to get along with the most unfortunate dregs of the bonfire.

When one is on the wall, you cannot deny you’ve got a need for speed, sneakin’ from my rear

Caught in pitch black darkness, in a palm, waiting for release to the light or the annihilator

As long as there’s a great song playin’ on the youTube, it takes the pain away, the bada booms

It’s a mean setup, a royal fool and a poor guru, accidental DNA & a twilight zone dark rooms.

Philosophical existentialism or solipsism recommended for the trip through this morass afar

Of the men and the rats who carry the end of the species on their revolutions around the star

Broken points that really are pointless, in essence, it is really on ice in a deaf and blind freeze

Those who lead the packs, the towns, counties, nation-states and papal vatican of histories.

Sunshine with or without you, storms, whirlwinds, all here before you got here, One & done

But not your lucky, little soul mover of the 208 bones you got from your ma and pa, braves

Not a huge amount of souls become alive in a body to move about like free women or slaves

Skin color matters little, long way to go to get the power, King & Queen, checkmate ace, one!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, ROCKTOBER 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 1900 hours

{ blasted form my pseudo-occult magical fingertips in an hour while listenin’ to Chris Janson (...when I die) #HawaiiOnMe on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gFapzeoGJlA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StraightToHades #InAHandBasket #WhiskeyGlasses #DoubleShots @MorganWallen #UpDown

#DeepHeadBobbinUpDown

COLCOCK JONES & PORCH HONKY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 20, 2019

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Out of the freezing cold force of nothing at all, far away from stars and any sunlight ill harm

Nothing sinister in being the food of the aliens traveling around this solar system idiot farm

You do not need intelligence to be eaten by the creation from another star system, no brainer

Just have to taste good when you’re fried, boiled, cooked or eaten raw to the bone, liontamer.

What is Evil is Live backward and forward means the same thing, after life, death is the goal

Historically psychological filters leave you and I with nothing but our fear of starvation’s toll

When we can’t kill and gather in herds and plantations, we become extinct with no suspender

On the stage, on the dirty planets of the solar system, grounded beings in gravity’s 6 ft under.

In duos, trios or quartets, families move away from the ones who move solo, ne’er do-wells

Like me and you and millions of others, we’re all gonna die either rich or poor in fame hehls

Where you get pretenders pretending and then disappearing as if they were never here, OMG

Introduced to the brightness after 9 months of darkness and living in my mama’s bowels’ GI.

Liberty or indenturism will come to all of us, a day at a time or maybe never, raw, no regrets

When you are a dependent you know that your master has food and means to freedom fights

One day at a time, same routine every day, wake up, skin a polecat, walk a dog, shoot targets

Rifle and .45 inherited from my Grandma Josie, RIP my G, it fails to gets me outta fist fights.

Broken down cars all along the country roads from the top of the hill, up in the valley’s gully

Hidden parties every weekend, invitation only, #Pine blowin’ #HomeG down by the campfire

Lived to work and make the jack to trade for the firewater and dirty dog, fire pitted barbecue

All my neighbors came and they all left, happier than they were the day they’re born googoo!

Who wrote the historical records that you’ve read during your enculturation, ain’t got shyte

Friends get some of moonshine in a jug that makes you take your clothes off to skinny-dip it

Blown around and erased memory without recollection, without power to retrieve it, dead air

Backwoods draw me to get back to the dirty black ground, dead trees and invisible long hair.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 20th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ waitin’ for the #TROUBLE comin’ from the north, south, east and west, what the hehl, listenin’ to some Kenny Chesney #LongLeggedModels #IslandGirls #Pirates on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0-0iZlQVz4o }

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