#RaidersBaby #GunLoverTonight @ZZTop #SheAintCockinTheBow

LOADED, A SHOT FULL OF LOVE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 16, 2020

----------------- #SheLikesALoadedChamber -----------------

Fix is always in for the descendants of the mobster crews, long gone but left a DNA tornado

But you have no idea what form of shape that is, whatever looks hot to eat, Zeus’ hot tomato

Up to their tricks havin’ the kicks that just keep gettin’ harder to find for the minions & kin

Believers in the men who lie and obfuscate the Truth to get to the end and take it out & in.

Bringing the creatures to assemble en masse for the dream team of humanity, to be fish roe

Really makes little difference to the mortals, they’re all gonna go sooner or later, some now

Or a hundred years hence, a looking back to the blow jobs given by the queens of the kings

Shot off their entire clip into the wrong bull’s eye and now the dream is stuck within things.

Not knowing anything about why, when, who, where or how it’s all going to play out for us all

Gives us all a false sense of security there in the end of the conundrum without a solution call

In or out of the ring, the rink, outfield, the diamond, the gridiron and my video screen, Christ

Mighty sting of a pointed stiletto, sharp venom in a vein, I modified a void, it was a holy heist.

I went out kicking and screaming as if someone could respond and fight for my right to see

I laugh at my silly expectations, modified download eons of #FakeNews naturally, little feet

Got the present from the past leading to the future, laughing, crying, moving an Unmoved E

After the D, before the F as it always should be, for the order & meaning to remain obsolete.

Picture your shy last breath, last blink and a swimming in the adult pool with the higher dive

Back flips, jackknives for the grounded hogs and beautiful ones who love to watch the hip jive

Loaded or not, shooting blanks or a full clip of hot lead into the bullseyes and bones of GI Joe

Copped the matter and form to fit an evil, live mood, gun loved in utero, loaded TNT to blow!

Fix is always in for the descendants of the mobster crews, all long gone but left DNA recombo

In the wobble and spin in circles along the ecliptic we go together for a bit, I am an innuendo

Alone it’s got to be when you’re all there is, nothing’s left, remainder is Us, I got what I gave

Momentous occasion for boys & girls who used to be inconceivable, cocked bone spirit grave.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday May 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ Drafted during an off #Jag of Multiservicios Zztop #Gunlove in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5Nm-t41XQCI }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#InventionOfTheWayBackMachine @MrPeabodyAndSherman @TheRollingStones @TheBeachBoys @CathyTroccoli @ELVIS @RickiLeeJones #Happy38thAnniversaryDarlin'

NOWHERE THRASHIN’ LET’S ROLL!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 15, 2020

----------- #GhostyHeadTown -----------

For the umpteenth time like my mama used to say, I am not going to repeat this ad infinitum

It’s a One and done thing this time, maybe a final entry of a ghost in this machine gun doom

Neither my mother’s nor my father’s obligation to be responsible for our Free Will’s pablum

Once the fertilized egg comes up for air, being underground and out of sight, in a dark womb.

Begging not to come out of the darkness without any attention paid to the crybaby protesters

Children of the unwed mothers and absentee fathers, crashin’ into the walls of News Busters

Shut down to shut them up, no possibility of coming together in unruly unemployed kids’ Ids

No school, bankruptcy of the whole shebang, investors stock & Dow Jones’ random COV19s.

Broken chords and melodies blaring out of the Bose 901’s for the ilk and the cow’s milk, Girls

Without them, the species takes a nose dive into extinction, if we cannot persuade the swirls

Of the world, in the dirt, the air, the water, we all must eat and drink it to live, We are the one

Nothing else matters other than food and distance from the dumps, ghost towns workin’, son.

Ghostly and ghastly heads are dead but the electrons fired up the synapses & move Unmoved

It is what it is independent of your opine, your dreamscape illusion of Reality, perceived dead

Preachers reminding the high priests & ministers of the spiritual souls of a #BlackHole creep

Maelstrom of ghosts ends up quiet and at One, bite me, eat me, BBQ the lamb chops’ sheeple.

Once or twice, it may or may not become a focus of your attention forever but once or twice

So, anyway, it’s a stall to fill in the dead air with no Words or Musical noise comin’ to slice

Up and down, in and out ad infinitum, searchin’ the planet from core to stratosphere space

Utterance of the simple minded philosophy, the present result of star matter evolution, Face.

Nothing else matters, it’s all covered naked ape-like 208 bones of evolved DNA drinkin’ beer

Unleashed on the petri dish, laser-washed and completely devoid of killer RNA in prison cells

Ultraviolet and infrared wavelengths & frequencies very Few can hear, a #Wordup Everclear

How does we all get over it? A date-rape fate of a UFO encounter, my ghostwritten hell-bells.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, May 15th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AM PST

*HAPPY 38th year anniversary my little darlin’ Carol Ann Stephan covered in satin & silk! x’s & o’s #CAS.

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.??

@Blondie @MarvinGaye @CreedenceClearwaterRevival

MERCURY AND PLUTO ON A TRIP

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 14, 2020

---------- #Where'dBlondieGo? --------------

Fascinating to be or not to be but that is not the only question, now who’s it my friend?

Killing Time while occupying empty Space is what the viruses and bacteria defenses send

It’s their prerogative to kill at will in defense of life, limb and being, Nero playin’ fiddle

Pretending that everything is just fine for ma, pa sister & brother man stuck in the middle.

Secluded on the beach of the continents all seven of them transmute into holy cosmic dust

Mirrors reflect the rifles and pistols waiting for the liars and cheats as they awaken for light

Cornpop was a bad dude and so were you, big bad JoJo flexin’ her gluteus maximus fuss

Wiped out by the Falls of Niagara as they cascaded over my straw hut at the ground zero.

It is my business what I do that isn’t against the laws of god and man, but it’s my own

Private eyes watchin’ me will not survive the evil eyes returning to their binocular lens

After realizing there are no things left to eat, neither animal nor amphibian nor reptile

A gift that keeps giving, passing the virus along by sex, by kissing or just swappin’ spit.

I am on the team of unseen superhero myths that fend for themselves, superpower high

Alone to the naked eye yet fully present in my own feeling of presence, infinite megadeath

If you’re food of just fodder for the grounds of being, the mercy is all in the mind’s eye

Impressed with an immaculate conception to a virgin, without discourse or intercourse.

Picked off the sweet berries and left the rest for the crows to see hangin’ from the trash

When I get down with you and it’s been such a long time since then, I feel the love smash

Right in the kisser, bam bam and that’s all she wrote, down and out for the count, 1,2,3

Planetary seeds from a Big Bang of Everything that ever was and is now, what it is, me?

by

r j j stephan, i]

c. Thursday, May 14th, 2020 A.D. @ 10:59 PM PST

{ Generated while jammin’ to a @MarvinGaye #Unreleased I Want You 19:50 time link @ https://youtu.be/CicpUDTmUXM }

FINIS 

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#SheLIkesHerSmithAndWessonCold #LoadsALL6Chambers #PrimeThePump #GloomAndDoomEyeHear #ComeOnBabyWontYouDanceWithMe ?

PURE PUREE’S PERNICIOUS PUNKS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 14, 2020·

Air Base Wings are without a doubt the necessary requirement for the love we give the world

Amazing young women and men go back and forth on the Flying Tiger wings for fool’s gold

It’s always been done from the caves to the plains of mountains and foothills, it’s perpetuity

No reason or rhyme to the rotation and evolution, it’s the spin of the media and dusted pity.

Smashed in the mouth, belted across the chops, smiles of sharp, coffin nails are my chagrin

I should have created flesh and bone to be immortal like the savior of men, son of God’s sin

Of a mouse and a man, life is not the soul but the form of the matter, IQ is to eat, fly and die

Wings don’t always work therefore, some can’t fly but just run or walk away, too high to fly.

Raised up out of diapers and plastic pants, waiting for a place to deposit the material world

I eat some of it daily, I drink my bodyweight in H2O and recycle the wealth into the sewers

Where what’s refused gets flushed and what remains is the philosophy of the Energy man

Without the inbound incoming there can be no outbound On, forms of beings oft human.

Some are viruses, bacteria, snakes, dogs and whales from the Earth, Wind and Fire alamode

They know who they are, whether I’m aware of them or not, before and after I cock my load

I’ve got some insane 396 cubic inches of metal containing explosions to move piston rods

Compressing carburated air and volatile fuel and igniting the controlled demolition of gods.

Conquering the fear and loathing to become the saint of me and you, stones roll uphill today

To get up to the top of the holy holes above volcanic eruptions, from the bowels of the Void

Sent to K-12 for the enculturation and adaption of the savage beast born to the innocent ones

99 percent of success is good enough to keep the 1 perent down underground, the 1 & dones!

Nothing after this life for the ones who believe with their 20/20 vision’s blindsided hindsight

Disgusting that youth is wasted on the young, that’s just a downright anti-evolutionary blight

Should have coded the DNA for infinite replacement of used matter, nobody asked me opine

When I was able, before the conception and birth, I was the infinite Will to Be, gold is mine.

Lead can be transmutated with the Word and elixir of divine nectar, flower, smoke & divorce

Inside the emptiness of the vacuumed void where all the quarks of atoms get to act real funky

Dancin’ and dematerializing right before the Big Bang solidifies the miracle of Gravity’s force

Ungounded upon dirty rocks that roll epididymal hypertension, ad infinitum, a blue-ball sea.

Species survival depends on the Way of the perihelion path of the 3rd Rock, it’s the way it is

Without the dream in tact, there’s no reaction afoot, just living, dead new moons, lunatic jizz

Guns loaded, canons aimed to destroy a beast within, no clue what It is but we ain’t one, son

As it was in the beginning at alpha’s Singularity, so it will be at the omega’s Event Horizon.

We were born, raised and taught to end the life of the others and save our own, to survive

As the fittest warriors who eliminate threats to the genome with efficiency and a high dive

From the upper eschelon of the mind’s eye, where angels fear to go ‘cause they never return

Black Holes’ groove to recover cosmic dust, Infinity’s regression to suck dust out of my urn!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, May 14th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Thrashed about this wordplay leaving the best of the leftovers for the superhumane & listening to the desperate song of a yard bird singing for a lost mate, eaten and shat by a carnivore! & listenin’ to the Gratefuldeadshop.com of history on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GD0xgD9f5Fk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FATMAN

#gUNlover #G's & the #MILFs #2020smokedMirror #PlayinRussianRouletteButSheLoadsAllSix {?}

MAMA, SNAKE GUNLOVE CE SOIR!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 12, 2020

-------  PistolPeteLove -------

Loaded your chamber full of love & slipped you a #Mickey for kicks, hotsaucin’ hog chitlins

She loved all of the hired guns. fast guns and now Betty’s got a loaded double-barrel shotgun

All or nothing to sneeze at, got spears for chuckin’ and bows and arrows’ poison points of fun

Weapons ridiculous, all seem OK to be an existential threat, cuz you wear a sombrero of sins.

Among the many there are very few nevertheless there’s some few that pick a solo race to run

Shined up and glowing right before the final suck and draw for the last .38 or S & W weapon

It all comes down to chambered gunpowder power, what the chinese magic gave, gunlove fun

Red hots & fries, only city wankers know, your daddy’d blow me away for a hotdog on a bun.

Fixin’ to get into a scuffle just ‘cause somebody doesn’t like a smartass, a smart-alex denaro

I’m grinnin’ ear to ear and waiting for the dude to spill his beer, he’s too high to know, see

Punched to the forehead and one to the groin, down you go, for the duration of mimachero

I am not what you think, I’m something else but you’ll only know my sign, never know me.

You know when the girl’s breathin’ kind of funny like when you’re done runnin’ out of breath

Then I realized it wasn’t ‘cause of me, a reaction to either a dream or a real daymare of death

I’m comin’ for the one that thinks they can when they can’t & I can, on the way to the prisons

One after the other I wanted to break out and go nail ‘em against the wall, this enemy mine.

Get the phenol phloem out of my phased out face and leave the guilty plea to one that’ll burn

My way or the highway were not the same One, they were the crossroads, point of no return

High and mighty, who the hell are you and I don’t know you for over 30 years, under my wig

38 years in the scrambled egg and vegetables, toast and bacon, lovin’ the chicken, cow & pig.

Si, you think you’re a bandito you mescalero reject from the Tequila and Everclear factories

It’s a cinch that you didn’t come in on a breeze from heaven, but a sewer from Hades, it sees

Complete satisfaction with the dynasty of nobody, just one that breathes for the busted form

Of mice and men that brew the witches inside of their own cauldron’s overheated tapeworm.

Shootin’ water not rounds of lead shaped like a missile, ready to be smashed flat to the bone

Gun shy but it never gets too bad ‘cause I love the gun so much, darlin’ baby-boo, it’s money

Marketing strategy for the minions to make the days and nights go in and out like the rivers

Nothing, perpetual flow of Russian’s roulette plays with Smith & Wesson, yellow lilly livers.

Such a real #Gunlover tonight, it’s ridiculous how fine those legs, hips, arms are, she’s all that

I don’t have a choice and it’s the matter of the fantastic dump of dirt we got here, I’m a screw

What we have to mold with this clay and rock and the way we roll it all downtown, it’s #SoFat

GunLove arrows shot into my heart and the long knives cut my skin blue tonight, love tattoo.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 12th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST

{ Jammed out of #Cosmos playin’ #Gunlove & HITS loaded chambers in a loop by @ZZTop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5Nm-t41XQCI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CrockOfRock @TheIsleyBros @GregAllman @BozScaggs

NO WOMBATS ON MARIA ISLE

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 13, 2020

--  @WombatsAndBalls --

Naked apes hatched from eggs of birds, doom and gloom dead mammals of Time & Space

It’s a light and darkness thing, either it’s burning up the vacuum or suckin’ it down the hatch

Come to heaven and hell with your eyes wide open and your hands out, be blind and dumb

Just because you can you do it with gusto as if it’s the last thing you ever do, it’s coke & rum.

Community and communes enhanced by the corona virus circus, how can a virus be extinct

We kill every one of the hosts of the virus, in the cells, in the forms, in the people on the brink

Of dying with eyes wide open, mouth agape, bloodless flow turnin’ the corpus dilecti skin on

Fishing underneath the red algae for the fish that cannot survive the extinction of Mt Zion.

Nowhere to run on any of the continents, indeed if there was, you’d not be allowed on the bus

But you’d be restricted and denied entry and exit at will, freedom isn’t free, stolen by Co Virus

You know that the #GravitationalCollapse has past, we’re into the infinite array of a quark

In flight and on the ground, they’re here, now & all are gonna die, day or night in the dark.

How long and how many of those infinite moments in the middle of no place we can handle?

It’s a finite amount and it’s impossible to predict the numbers, scholarly predictions in a hehl

Spreading the softness onto the hardness, to enter the hatch for intestinal fortitude, my blood

Red, white or blue cells of the thing itself, a nucleic acid dialectic, doomed and gloomy mood.

Committed to the collusion with the imbeciles who populate the government, failed pub-ed

Teachers wiith science and math behind them, instruct the kids, dissemination from a home

Appendectomy and lobotomy available for everyone who needs one, just like the nose swabs

Beating down the idiots with valid arguments and logical deductions, it’s a survival genome.

Functions of the calculus come into being one second after the big bang, it’s on auto-genome

DNA predicts that evolution will produce the Ends to justify the Means, extinction of species

It happened before, evidence aplenty, it will highly probably happen again, here and now too

You know and I know but it’s not only us, everybody in this universe knows, it’s mice & men.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, May 13th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Jammed out of the Event Horizon listenin’ to the greg_allman #ImNoAngel & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BEP_dPN3Haw }

Come on baby, drive me CRAZY!

@ZZTop & #Nickelback #NoCinderellasPlease #NaughtyWickedWitchesOnly

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Chicago #TODAY #TOMORROW #YESTERDAY #EVERYDAY

CV + RS, HOLY CARVED REDWOOD*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 11, 2020

---------------------- #CHICAGO -----------------------

At the beginning of my recollection that I am alive and I exist on planet Earth, I saw a light

Outside of my mother’s womb after I’d traveled by taxicab & sedan for 270 days in ego flight

Sudden impact of being handed the keys to a terrestrial twilight zone with our cool daughter

In both hands, you’re broke and you don’t have a job, you have no food, you have hose water.

On Broadway or Main Street, either way they lead out of the town your egg was hatched to go

Parents & relatives would follow if you showed them & the world as we know it, Truth to you

If you believe you were anything other than an egg and a sperm, I apologize to your super ego

I will defy you and your ilk if you believe that I elected you when I did not, A Hitler did it too!

Now then the edible animals we’ve determined are good to eat, our moms & pops ate ‘em too

Pigs, cows, elk, deer, lambs for the cultural misanthrope, beheaded & sliced, a campfire fool

If the number nine was actually in reality, number 1 & number 2 and that, liquid & solid fuel

It runs downhill with momentum of a sewer flow to the sewage hole for waste disintegration.

Virus and bacteria travel on water vapor, they’re in the clouds, the rain and the deep blue sea

Mystery no more once the last draw of three cards is dealt, I bet a hundred, you called, I won

It happens once in a while but not so often that I make any living bluffing about a dead man

Life here and now, gone tomorrow, lucky to be alive and healthy, breathing freedom, happy.

We’ve all got what the ‘have-nots’ want and that’s a problem, we won’t give our cache to bums

Why should I? Because they said I better or else I’d “get it,’ whatever that means, aw, bring it

Inside of the mind of men from every culture who speak every language, one or the other one

There’s a gap, a hole of infinite proportions that no human can bridge without winged flight.

No quid pro quo for you this year or next in fact, the factoid is actually #FakeNews to retweet

Readers of words don’t know whether they is true or false, nothing’s justified by my little feet

Completed arguments day and night, keepin’ it all on the up & up, all even steven, so to speak

Fortune to pitch a perfect game or hit a hole in one, I got 69 sins, that’s all folks, what a freak!

 

by

r j j stephan, i * Header’s my 1984 carving on a redwood ramp, on a cliff over the Pacific!

c. Lundi, May 11th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 10:10 AM PST

{ #Got looping @ChicagoTheBand #HITS Tube link @ https://youtu.be/QECAViP4U1Y }

 

FINISW.W.A.R.D.?

#StickIt #ItsStuck #TheRollingStonesMoss

DISCLOSE NOTHING, NO FEAR YET

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 11, 2020

-----------  #COV19 #StopNow ------------

Searched everywhere to hide behind the dots in Space that leave us alone in the wet dreams

A piece of work left over from a Big Bang of the universal birth, pressure blown at the seams

Conceived and annihilated in the social distance of an astronomical unit or two, One is done

Something is amiss in the abyss and nobody alive has a clue about where the Truth lies down.

Punks and defunct ministers in charge of breastfed babies, I, who sucked glass of the bards

Full of vitamins and minerals that your mama could not secrete from her glands, dad’s nards

So it went from the dawn until the blazing light of the 12 hour day, final day of conscious fuzz

Memory of the historical record, infancy, childhood, adolescence, adulthood and soulful jazz.

Victims and the food I ate were all one and the same, isolation of the Blue Books in the dark

Do not ask questions if you don’t want the answers, you know that I’m talkin’ teeth of a shark

Truth is deadly, incredible Truth is still the One and Only answer, reason we’re alive my son

It’s a divine accident in the middle of nowhere, a collision and super nova, a chain’s reaction.

Second hand F-4’s in flight over the seven continents and seven seas, close encounter to God

Whatever’s not created on this dirty rock’s not from this dirty rock, simple mathematical sod

Alien beings from Time and Space are all around us, everywhere between you and I and them

Everywhere you look and sniff & feel inside & outside, you find nothing but mystery phlegm.

Meat is the DNA in infinite reproduction on a finite ground of being, peeps are the dumpster

Ammonia SMELL, you can’t imagine the putrid aroma, it’s like wet baby diapers in a hamper

Performing maneuvers in the sky all around this planet, 360 degrees around the sphere, SAM

Utter desolation inside of the head with a secret that cannot be told, what I am is, what I am!

Disaster after you’re dead is unlikely since nothing exists after death, neither a cry or a song

Outside of the rocks and dirt, there’s nothing at all but empty Space between the dust n’ shyt

Glimmering of a vacant hope and dreamless sleep, afterlife is all it’s cracked up to be, fear it

What is the empty container of everything other than you, you’re my target, gods ain’t wrong!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 11th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to The Rolling Stones #SaintOfMe & #DoomAndGloom on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xcMQWfMTfJ8 }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EveryoneHere #NotYetWaitAMinute

PARADES FOR MY DAUGHTER, SON

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 10, 2020 

-------------------- #OnTheHunt --------------------

 

Everything is in line for Mighty Moe and Cinderella, animated bag of holy bones, apesextinct

Just because that’s the way I want it to be, it’s the rules of my winding road, naked ape stank

Follower of leaders’ misleads, preferably One, with a sharp evolution curve, up-synchronized

Highly improbable though it may be, it’s a wish albeit a wild and unlikely one to materialized.

Predators merely the modus operandi of eating oneself from the inside out, theory of it All

Computers and our ten fingers are all that was required for us all to arrive here on a dirt ball

For no reason even if you can rhyme the end of the line and justify the ends by askew means

Motors and engines only assist the disintegration of the core network of the things of beans.

After the teenagers move on and see nothing ahead and nothing behind them, they volunteer

For the Army, Marines, Navy, Coast Guard & Air Force, need the tanks and missiles for fear

They work but only for detente to stop the other for fear of annihilation, smashing the Earth

Into smithereens with a Neutrino Bomb, from a tiny reaction unto the doomed, bloody heart.

He and she dwelt among us for a moment when we weren’t watching for it, it has come hither

Between rocks and a hard stones wall that only moves for mass annihilation of atomic parity

Fathers of children can help as much as the dead and long gone mothers, the beasts’ thither

Toll to roll down the tristate and turnpike, expressway and freeway is more than your means.

The price must be paid for this journey, to begin and to end this somnambolistic, fake foam

At the center of the conflagration, there’s a song playin’ in Hollywood and in Kiev, freedom

By jimi hendrix and the experience, it was what it was and the Man did not disappoint, boom

Out of dead and gone in a dream with balls to the wall, bones’ dust swept strawman broom.

Features of sensory perception memorized for future retrieval if required for efficient dorks

The alternative is to be either the food of animals, insects or microbes of subatomic quarks

From a single cell to an infinite value of cells in a form, a shape without a mother’s sucker

So father and mother downloaded data into the progeny and extinction will allow no succor.

Father of mine, listen to me, where did you go when you said you didn’t know, was it me cuz?

Did I scare you away with my wanting to be around you all the time, my idol, you gave Word

That last name so I didn’t have to be a little bastard until I got a lot older, It turned out I was

A little Re-Tard that is, the name you called me the day you walked away, you old bass-turd!

Griping from your easy swingin’ hammock between the weeping willow trees, I can’t hear you

Preaching to the wind and it’s blowin’ right past my brain, my mind’s eye insight in 52 weeks

Periodic tables clearing the air and breakin’ toe bones for torture to get the Truth, to never be

Saying it out loud, making the sounds of the random mouth conflagrations, tongue in cheeks.

Overnight it stayed dark until a moment before the dawn, it all became clear, it’s lucky draws

From a blind deck of 48 or 52, pinochle or poker with or without trump or wild card flaws

Game on and game over in a New York Minute, even if you don’t like it, the way it’s gotta be

Didn’t know we were the only ones who weren’t born in the Twilight Zone, US, you and me!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 10th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ Drafted with Cinderella in the house, playin’ #OneHeadlight by the WallFlowers @ https://youtu.be/yjbzUEJONNU & #SixthAvenueHeartache link @ https://youtu.be/kXDiGtgPL6E }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Gold #LeverageAboveAndBelow #BeyondTheTwilightZoneHereNow #HappyMothersDay2020 #SALT @SALT

FROZEN SOLID DNA & YO’ MAMA

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 10, 2020

---------------   #SALTY  ---------------

What do you want from me? Eve? My daddy used to say after a 12 hour workday

Brought home the bacon, many roofs over the six kids and a slew of skin and bone

Welcome to the Ends where the studs and fillies go for a quick roll in a loft of hay

Begin running on all fours at birth to the glue cemetery, my name on granite stone

In the short and the long run, it’s identical to the First Day of the First Dawn

No matter where your daddy took you when you were a baby, you’re here now

So, go where you must and get there sooner than later, you won’t ever regret it

Somehow and someway in the middle of this eternity, The A-Way is outta sight.

Really ready for another fairy tale in the darkness, without a stitch of blind faith

Language and conversation disseminating knowledge, wisdom, music of a wraith

Even if there’s a time or so I’ve been told, that my heart’ll quit, croak like the frogs

Therefore, I still am now, I exist in Space’s bubble, pumpin’ oxygen up river, dogs!

Anyway, cats there’s no way to be absolutely certain about anything, It is too odd

All of it in front and behind us, history is in the making, legends being, Great Falls

Out of the vacuum of a Space and Time which waits for not even the One, oh God

That means we’re that shat that was out of luck, out of paper, this is Hehls’ Bells.

Follow me, one celled animals, one celled plants, solar radiation mutation of DNA worms

Boom, here we are after the zillionth year from the #BigBangs and gravitational cartoons

Riding on one, two, three, four or six, even eighteen wheels to roll the Matter into Forms

Which one of us is the honey and which is the bitter taste of what can’t be spit into spittoons.

So, then before I say anything else, I always say ‘So’ and now I will give it to the conundrum

I personally cannot solve the dilemma. presented with argument pro and con, all outta breath

It’s all I can say at the end, weighed the assumptions of the inductive and deductive reasons

A nihilistic perception of reality results, rewarded Me, annihilation of Fear of conscious death.

Broke and fixed because that’s how it is when your back’s to the wall, broke below and above

Wasting the Time and Space right where I am and now where you are, all of us inside Earth

Actually in the blown bubble from the fauna, everything set just right for me to feel the Love

Fairy tales some funny, some lessons to be learned the hard way, it’s ain’t easy comin’ in 4th.

Without mothers none of us get here and now to this planet, not even Uranus, Jupiter or Mars

Named after gods of the stars in the space around all of us, dots in the sky, comet tail showers

A menudo of points and dots in a 3D matrix of feeling abandoned in the middle of nowheres

Even Adam and Eve couldn’t figure out what to do in paradise, get used to bein’ werewolves!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, May 10th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to Marvin Gaye long version of #WhatsGoinOn link @ https://youtu.be/ohz6rvWZXRQ gittin’ ready to check out some Salt link @ https://youtu.be/QZ40WlshNwU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?