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Saturday, April 11, 2020

#GrammasHands #ThisCantBeAllThereIs #HOMERS #FedExLogoRocks *SKYNYRD #FlysOnTheWall

YA-VOL, MY GODS’RE ALL A.W.O.L. *
 had to change the title for the FB minions to:  MATER DEI HUNGUP ON A WALL * 
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 11, 2020
--------------  I AM A MAN -------------
This is all you can see in the moment before the final sight of the back of my handsome parts
It’s bowed in silent farewell to the living-dying meat on the planet, cooked on a funeral pyre
Taxed and chased by bacteria and viruses that are tougher than my black belt in The #Arts
I wasn’t just a super sport who won it all in the end, I was what I’ll always be, the Ways Fire.

Gramma on the porch swing telling my friends who never were my own, to mend a blue sky
Punks groomed to be roaches and rats on cloudy grounds of being in a Windy City, lake high
City of Bad Smells and the burial grounds of millions of non-native Americans, displaced po’
So poor that they thought about eating each other when the plants and cans stopped comin’.

When the trucks & cars stopped rolling, bandits and surviving poor turned to a mass of milk
It doesn’t matter where you and I grew up or where we are here and now, what matters? God
No higher power than the bones you inhabit and the men and women with a badge and a gun
You came to be here and to be happy, to be beneficiary of the Good, The gods’ God of my fun?

Dreams are all over now, you got what you got for doing the deeds that deserved to be done
Becoming a man or a woman in 2020 Anno Domini is without a doubt, all you had to ever do
Just grow up and be the arbiter of the Good, Bad & Fugly in orbit ‘round the holy Sun of Ga
Language foreign translation a linguistic malfunction, just grunt cavemen, it’s written in Red.

When you look into the rear view mirror and you see #Taillights not #Headlights, you best be
Going into that bizarre dream with eyes wide opened & ears closed to sounds of the Silencio
Quiet and with no vibration of air to signal the beginning or the end, all infinity’s Singularity
On the Event Horizon, GOT LAID & GOT LOST, a final swing of the wings, up/down, I AM It.

by
r j j stephan, i * Header’s my vehicular manslaughter escape of gravity and centrifugal force.
c. 4-11-20
{ Jammed out the plethora, before A slow ride in a #Hearse, bowed my head listenin’ to Brooks & Dunn Ronnie & Kix #Believe! Do YOU? answer: #Jawohl commandant! Link #BELIEVE chapter, verse, words written in red & a slower ride in the Hearse? @ https://youtu.be/Bn_CVywqsG4 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

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