#CrimePaysDividends - #GreeksDontWantNoFreaks #LittleFeat #ZZTop #CLEAR

NOTED WELL & EXTINCT FORMS

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Richard Joseph Stephan

Craft beer in here, you can drink that give me an Old Style or Schlitz please, nobody’s Bud

Coming from nowhere except everywhere you are NOT, I am not with you and I never was

Tippin’ back six packs on my Dodge Super Bee hood, hittin’ the bushes with the crickets too

All gone like it was never here at all, yesterdays are finished before they started, like a dud!

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It doesn’t do it’s job if it doesn’t fall down like the ring around the roses, we all fallin’ down

Big fat clowns come and go, some funny, some sad and some mean, make ya wanna frown

Just because you thought everyone was so wonderful like you, it’s a shock to find deception

Things come and go with or without a reason, random intentions of the cosmic syncopation.

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Crisp and sour to the ends of wasted sweetness in the sugar cane fields, wiser men than fools

The food of the chemists, C6H12O6, molecular Hexose of six carbon atoms from deep pools

Men dreaming, women scheming all the ones that make it out alive, mutate into an android

It’s not a thing in itself but the form of the thing I speak of, lovingly as if it’s alive in the Void.

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Mink stoles just dead varmints of fur around the skinny white, black, brown ghosts of blue

Their garments of thread and animal skin keep their naked ape skin smooth and froze cold

To keep the blood flow in a constant state of animation from heart to the foot, it can’t fail me

Percussion and brass to make the guitars sound like they don’t need the drums, twang it too.

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Miracle is a defiance of the regular cause and effect of the natural world of perception prints

To compare the past the present or the future is merely a fool’s errand for the minions’ skins

They don’t care that they’re gonna die until they get to the death knoll to go to the fringe out

Far away from an elliptical orbit of Earth around the star called Sun, Sonny’s constant shout.

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The extinct moan as if they never left, echoes of the wild-eyed & bushy-tailed, I don’t wanna

Be dead and buried or burned once my mouth plays the agape surprise on the jaw and lips

In or out, one way or another, you will get to the Free Way, it’s behind the Twilight Zone tip

Dimes loaned, pitched quarters on lines of the sidewalks, to win all the loose change manna.

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If I go out on the limbs above, I will get higher than the ground of being, it’s all academics

From pre-school for little Jane and on to the PhD for big Dick, not that big on Dick’s kicks

A swamp marched me up the gallows because I smuggled the Mexican happy smoke for fun

WE made it really easy to travel on the backroads of my mothers’ and fathers’ gods, I’m One.

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Show your right and don’t be left behind up #ShitzCreek without a paddle, no way out of this

Stuck in the rabbit when it died, hormones of pregnancy do that to us all, pray because I love

You and the rest of the genome, whether good, bad or fugly, same piece of bliss on a baseball

Comes from inside and moves to the perimeter, all for one, all is one, rockin One’s for us all!

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r j j stephan, i

c. HALLOWEEN NIGHT, 10/31/2020 A.D. @ 23:59 hours (last day of FB NOTES!)

{ Jammed while present jammin’ to Little Feat #OldFolksBoogie #overTheHill link @ https://youtu.be/XmC_OhP7V2w }

 

 

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#ToTheGhetto @IAmOne #ExtrovertedHives @LemonadeStand

 

FOOTLOOSE, HUMANE HUMANITY  

by 

Richard Joseph Stephan

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 29TH, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AMPST

A suspicious mind with or without the true love and infatuation with the darkness’ deep fade

Evolution of things themselves, firing rounds off at will, pullin’ the triggers to take you down

We’re here alone, maybe so but for certain we got it all with holy dots, creation’s night shade

Babies, infants to contrarians who live and die in wisdom and ignorance, drying’ up in bars.

 

A lot is out of phase as you recollect the past of this present and in total innocence, breathe in

Breathe out and learning to continue that function with or without my free will, unless its sin

Is not to be and then it’s up to the Man or Woman upstairs, the Holy Spirit, an old, bad Eagle

Either way in the great cities with the bad smells, rivers run through them to share the regal.

 

Devils may be the only option to turn to given the present circumstances, if you think about it

For a moment, no sense on dwelling on impossible calculus, equations all in abstraction’s skit

From the zero, Time and Space lines move to the right or the left, up and down to the in & out

Dreaming of highest places in space we can go, top of hills and big mountains, twist & shout!

 

In the mirror, through the glass to see a light year ahead of yesterday, here it is, so heretofore

Monkeys began this whole shebang and we appear to have lost the memory and the body hair

Still the same mocking, monkey see and monkey do, land of Lemonade stands of pusher’s pot

Where mamas all left us to get rocked in the wind and the rain, like it or not, it’s what we got!

 

I knew it was my gramma rockin’ me at a certain point of abandonment to the 5 kids post me

Babies calling my name, blamin’ me for bad boy, big brother mean punk, spoiled brat spree

It came to a screechin’ halt when the Air Force BTraining BRAINdosed me into compliance

Walking and marching and exercising in the darkness of southern Texas, wake up call y’all!

 

Inside of the frequency of the repetition of the causes and effects is the divine presence of Id

It moves the things and without It they stop and die, dissolve It into a burnt elemental flame

Of men and the rats that move from place to place of Space where you can ride like the Wind

Not only you but your favorite things, the cats who hang and the folks from whom you came.

 

Void meaning Nothing at all, more or less an empty container of atom-less content, just me

Left all alone, I am what all of that was all about and now it’s the Riding Like the Wind Free

Not a microscopic type, simultaneously a huge and tiny essence without a molecule to troll

Nothing to screw the nut onto, the threads are stripped and the resistance is futile, let’s roll!

 

Mitigating the killing bacteria and virus, I have my leukocytes armed and dangerous, cool peg

That’s the only smoke signals you’re gettin’ from me because I’m gonna cut y’all down if I can

Not that you’re mean or evil it’s just that you encumber the evolution of humanity, a bad egg

Dreamt colored blacks DNA became whites, DIG and reds and browns DNA, all too humane!

 

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r j j stephan, i

 

c. Thursday, ROCKTOBER 29th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:36 AMPST

{...listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #HITS youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DaW-en7mtSQ }

 

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#FishinInTheDark #FishON ##FisherGods

MEN GET KILLED, ALL OF ‘EM DIE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 26, 2020

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On any border of any country on any of the seven continents, there’s a naked ape baby cryin’

About the rich and the poor, the unfortunate and the lucky dogs of war and peace’s fake sin

Gods’ one and all, just like the myriad of star clusters in the blackness of outer space’s dam

Singularity is less than simple, it’s basic prerequisite of all propositional logic, it’s all Adam.

In the meantime, all of the isotopes either expand or collapse as atoms of molecules bend

In black lights and glowing spirits within the bones and blood, amazing you didn’t attend

To the facts, the sight of what you saw was not the body, it was the human soul, a UV shack

Reason why the appearance was different is because lit up wavelengths overshadow black.

Despair won’t be the only final feeling of the genome, there’s always a cryin’ shame moment

One is in store for each and every one of us just because smooth sperm found an egg living

Life alive in a nervous breakdown, a common denominator of fragments, so below I got sent

Complete once the momentary lapse of reason has occurred allowing a blink of high lighting.

Who or what, how or when come to mind, last gasp of oxygen won’t yield what Faith allows

Blind belief in something you’ve never seen or experience is a madman’s venture, fool’s blows

If by the age of reason you were advised to look at the eternal truth of life on Earth, you’d be

Tricky and compliant to the causes and effects you never will have any control over, you see?

Remember that I told you so, grandchild, long lost friend and people that smoke blew aside

From Ann to Nanette to Valerie to Maryjane, we had a great time y’all didn’t we? Crow cock!

Know it all or just make educated guesses based on the Science and the Metaphysics of a rock

Earth called a planet, actually just a dying star, oceanic flow is frozen Dihydrogen monoxide.

I am mortified and I hope you are too, I was shooting to kill and if you weren’t, you’ve erred

You’ve all been deceived by the papal bishoprics and high priests of humane sacrificial affairs

On the funeral pyre, you die like we all do, suspicious of the reason why is futile so why ask?

It’s a trap you can’t get out of, you don’t want to, but in the end, it’s time, breathin’, no mask.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, ROCKTOBER 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to SOME #BritSoul Ms. Vanessa Haynes LIVE https://youtu.be/Nw_AVM3jNNA }

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#TittiesBeer @Montgomery_Gentry #BigDogs #ShortLives #RIP

CUT THE LIGHTS, KNOCKIN’ BOOTS

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, October 25, 2020

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Stay away just like there’s a #BewareOfDog sign right there on the outside gate y’all know

It’s the way it’s gotta be because the boredom and ennui of the nation is so endemic, so-so

You and I gotta do what we gotta do, in English it’s universal and foreign tongues drip mud

Held off the unintelligible sounds of the tower of Babel where me and you split all the crud.

Won the whole kitten caboodle ‘cause everyone else was bluffin’ or folded their Boston beans

I didn’t show my hand before or after the final cut, the last bet before the Beg Bang ended it

Not any origin of this universe but the end of my long borrowed unit, here & now, DNA genes

Myriad of confusing colors & order of things called #Chaos of Divinity, this divine is the chit!

Evermore since the age of reason amassed seven years times ten, sixty nine so fine, all mine

Hearts fallen down my memory bank, jumped the cliff about ten times, OK maybe I’m wrong

The bottom line is, my infatuation with the eggs of the genome was legend, in my mind only

Not even One, except the last One needed the boots knockin’ 7 or 8 times, gods in my songs.

Schooled and militarized my weapons for the capture and evolution of the Love and Legends

Pale moons shining brighter than stars fallin’ 360 around us out of nowhere, the Void ends

Like the last kiss from the love of your life, the living one not after-life empty spirits’ fates

Knockin’ boots right after, me and you baby, you know who you are, let us open the gates.

Sweet dreams woke you up and there I was, as it should and always will be, I’m One, the One

Who came from somewhere out of Time and Space and intersected with your lips’ padlocked

Nevermore to miss anything of the Yang, my Yin is sugar, in the crowd of all Chicago-blocked

California dreamin’ in a sea surf, Pacific fishin’ souls up a lazy river of old man Sonny’s Sun.

Used to be a Past until the Future became the Present for a moment or two, maybe a bit less

Fraction of a flash in the pan, the picture develops from the negative to the positive, I confess

Not to the priest who pretends to be more than a human, blessed with the celibacy of Eunich

Nothing to pass on to the gene pool of acid, a remix, all recombinations already fixed, kicks!

That’s all it’s for, knockin’ boots for kicks because we can girl, just me and you, shut the door

Nitty gritty comes and goes in a moment, when the sugar stirs the hearts fall, all rich & poor

Three songs more or less gets the two who need to tango for the Ultimate Target, to be the Fit

Only the super strong will survive the height of ecstasy from the baby dance, call it the tricks!

Lat call for the last drink, we got the Harvey Wallbangers again and now it’s under silk screes

Shades drawn, no daylight will come in until 12 noon at the Arctic, yo feets don’t fail me now

Dark as it was when I closed my eyes, you’ll never know my happy sight of you naked, seized

Punk that I used to be, Good Hominid, BAD DUDE, warrior, patriot, slung drinks & the blow.

That’s what you do to defend your country when you’re a teen in fear, shoot them or shoot up

Pale moons were up there way back then and they still come up now and then, in a funky cup

Sugar stirred from the first wet dream to the final relaxing of the muscles, toilet bowel release

Nowhere to run when you’re on mop up duty for the corpses, reverence required for a corpse.

Halloweens’ for all of the Dead & Gone Ones and all of the souls still alive on Earth, winners

All of the saints who died and all of the sinners who became saints and all kids of the sinners

Just a kiss of death is all y’all need to gain the Putsch, you will ascend to the top of the roots

Revolution in and out of parking lots, A-Bombs, H-Bombs, #MOAB’s last call to knock boots.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 25th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 AMPST

{ Dripped this from heaven whilst listenin’ to @LukeBryan #KnockinBoots (DUH?) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yTJGOeW1qx8 }

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