#FigurativelyNotSpeaking #Silencio

TODAY’S FUNK, DOOM n’ GLOOM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 30, 2020

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“We’re all in this together,” never were before this year 2020 A.D., Wu-Wei why now?

No civil war, no battles or world wars between people who needed to blow their minds

Wonder and sorrow mixing up the masses of the morass of totally mutated DNA of cow

How far off is the primate from the milk cow in their recombinant genes of Earth mines.

Deep or shallow matters not a twit other than if you want to survive the eating monsters

Everywhere with the teeth and chemicals to digest your muscles, bones, your screw shoot

Things that make, the troupes' species viable to the evolution of matter unto the Big Bang

Keep the spirit, meaning don’t die you creator, you creation, the whole shebang is caput!

Drunken insanity in a french quarter, Louisiana swamp, gators ate our scabies’ bull dung

Locked jaw on your head or ya leg and way down to the bottom of the swamp, rich or poor

Can’t breathe and can’t fight through that doom and gloom, no time for the fear song sung

Justification for the will to power and the unfortunate end of the shake, a movin’ out door.

Who’s a rotten botcher now you funky mother throttlers, ain’t puttin’ no soap in my mouth

If you think words are the dirt you can clean, you better get the lye and lysol ready for death

Gonna pour it all down the sewer drain for the rats and roaches to feast on with their tiny kin

Mice and ants share the loot of our booty, whatever we download a flush, y’all be pot smokin’!

In and out of the burger joints and concert halls, paid for the stooped sheet as if I had no will

To be or not, if and only if I choose the correct way of the warrior, liberty to be a shelled shill

I want The Life at the Big Dance, couldn’t care less than, I don’t G.A.F, in funky Texas or L.A.

Bred to survive with minions, no Doom and Gloom, come on orphan-bastard, I Am, #Today!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, Aprile 30th, 2020 Anno Domini, @ 3:33 Ante-Meridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Charged this one to the minions who scrubbed out my earth dirty cellar below the bunker where #AngelsFearToGo, Darkness’ Room where #TimeWaitsForNoone not even Legends,, no bed, no table, no chair, just One Singularity’s HO & #DoomAndGloom link @ https://youtu.be/rPFGWVKXxm0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#BatSoup #Sacred & #Profane #IllegitimateChildrenRuleTheBastardsScandals @CertaintyPrinciple #AlbertEinstein #NielsBoer #LetUsRockAndPartyHardy

PERSECUTION’S CAUSE FOR JOY?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 29, 2020

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Cover up your faces so the wealthy sheiks have decreed to the world, there’s a germ here

It comes into your nose or mouth holes, but not your eye ball holes? How is that? Hmm?

Only one possible explanation for this backward practice of covering a woman’s face, ugly

You have no need for a nose job or any plastic surgery for your lips and cheekbone, skip me.

In the middle Eastern countries where men of the human race cover their daughters’ faces

So that a husband who accepts the gift has no idea what form of nose, lips & psycho takes

Underneath the sheets over the head and over the bones, to rock and roll over our holy soul

It’s only One in all of the many, all for One & One for all in a musketeer chant in a black hole.

Wisdom of the human race is as present at this moment, today as it’s always been since Day 0

In a quick second, a tick of a digit or pointed arrow on a circular or square of numerical jello

It matters as much now as it will tomorrow, as it’s always been since God fell asleep in #Eden

Where the entire goon cosmology is a random collision of rocks rollin’ around in circles’ sin.

No need to be here and now as it’s always been, it’s the luck of the draw, a game of the 2 dice

Wise guys are my idols, Greek and Roman philosophers pretending to be wise, filled in cracks

Everywhere humans have paved, outside and inside the genome, it’s all for Nothing’s big One

We don’t know but we are prepared to accept the inevitable evolution of our singularity’s fun.

Politically responsible for the Time and Space we’ve warped with the drones, all too humane

Cannot kill what is not alive, you may only decommission the product, my #WetMarket bats

I captured the free market and it’s now an indentured servant of my Free Will, the fire engine

It’s not red, white or blue, a Form of invisible, atomic sub-helium quark, a phqn original sin!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Aprile 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 Ante-Meridian, Pacific Daylight Time

{ Draft jammin’ to #ThePhilosophyOfSouthPark link @ https://youtu.be/MG7y8J0DXhU }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

It's GOLD Jerry! It's GOLD!

#ACatsMandala #Maggotbrain @RobinWilliams on #SNL @Funkadelic @SNL #WhatsUpWithThat? all on @SNL

CAT’S MANDELA, A CAT X-RATED IT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 15, 2020

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Future looked pretty bright on the straight & narrow with Felix & Fritz the mantra of the free

On the other hand, it may be a hidden curse which is coming into you through your holy skin

Regardless of the colored, radiating cosmic rays you can never see, RNA & DNA of a busy bee

Entertained by more digital audio/visual than a man deserves, since we’re extinct, exiled kin.

Lookin’ a gift horse in the mouth to check the teeth for cavities or gum disease, x-rays I see

Money makes no difference in the end, neither does property and inheritance, it’s in the sea

Every single civilization which has ever existed on this planet IS buried under this holy dome

Dissolution is my only solution to the problematic calculus and trigonometry of the genome.

I have hidden the meaning in the gist of the words, grammatically and compositionally OK

What I’ve meant to say cannot be said either written or oral, it is the WORD, like a sun’s ray

Mid-freeway there is a median strip and I walk a line like that, traffic both ways, got no fears

Nothing to fear other than Fear itself, therefore it’s a moot point, I’ll shed a drop of my tears.

Before the Big Bang, you know that you and I weren’t anywhere in sight, you’re virus’ alibi

The lock is your white blood cells and their power to destroy invaders with a viral destiny

Monkeys and donkeys cannot comprehend this notion but all humanity can, survive or die

There’s no two ways about it, this is it and that’s that as it’s always been and always will be.

It’s the notion of being alive and aware that you’ve got a set time to live and to die, you’ll see

Nobody gets out alive and I mean not the pope or king or dictator or president or queen bee

Pink lips to kiss the ground you walk on, it’s the ground of Being, we eat and drink it deeply

It it happens to turn into the moonscape of our imaginary, y’all reap what you sow, you see?

I’m certain you don’t get the picture since it’s not the pretense I have set, you’re ignoring me

Anyway, what I had to say was probably not meant for you to hear or read, a concept for free

For the sake of bodies & souls of the angels who care for the sick and dying, priestesses’ PhDs

Frequency of a holy opening of the Vortex, a Twilight Zone sling blade of slung Singularities.

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r j j stephan, i * #MotherEarthIsPregnantForTheThirdTime - Funkadelic

c. April 15th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted in haste while the silence invaded my consciousness before lunch, while listening & WATCHING #FritzTheCat #FelixTheCat cartoon-o-rama on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_AkgzVe91Kc & https://youtu.be/6mQjrOoWGao & https://youtu.be/NtSgorpqd08 bonus: #Maggotbrain @Funkadelic link @ https://youtu.be/21sP7orRS3c }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#DriveToTheBasket #PlayToWin #NeverLoseEver

COLLAR OF BLUE & SKINNY JEANS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 1, 2020

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Is your conscience bothering you today, did you fail to observe the honor of being goddam

Descended from the sinners who made the angels blush, in a garden, on an island of man

Blue more like azure, ocean turquoise mutant tortoise and Earth specific fauna, a love song

Down the line, we know it’s just a creation of the ones who feared their own right and wrong.

Pretty words, sounds of a melodious signal to the one who yearns for peace and harmony, aw

Feeling some compassion and remorse for the ones who are long gone or not here yet, a flaw

Embedded within the formula of acid, breakin’ the good, the bad and sprinkled with the ugly

Blinded by bright neon lights, nothing matters in short or long runs, mirror of my mug I see.

I wanted to get to heaven from the time I rocked out of the Ozark to the alewives of Michigan

On down to the Florida Everglades and Mississippi River delta, on the boardwalk of Jersey

Queen of the King’s shore’s sun, a schizophrenic treat of the ninth dimension, playin’ I see

When I must, I grab the boom of the box with The Charlie Daniels Band, I country-rock me.

Now there’s a beat and a melody, it moves the feet and the head, pops the finger bones loud

Gathered around the gang of chosen ones who love to be together, enjoying company crowd

With no further adieu, the main ingredient for the species survival is in cement, it’s romance

A movement of the wings and feathers, a shuffle and side-step of feet, a mate & a twist dance.

Fooled around a few nights and found that the fools fell in love and felt the feeling of another

Skin on skin, lips to lips, arms around the 208 bones of potential frenzy, denial of a mother

A father being only a tool of the avoidance of extinction, accidental, conscious-stream trips

A beam of light, a change from frozen-stiff, cold as ice to a liquid, heavy gas of two red lips.

I got your sentimental fool over here, sitting next to my two jokers and four kings of the deck

All hands can’t be on deck no-more, utter destitution of Will to Survive, instinction ewe fleece

In Space and Time, the DNA runs its course and the circle is complete by it’s natural star trek

A reversal of fortune in store for every single One of the poor babies a woman rested in peace.

Smell the signals some day before it’s too late, it’s over a moment before you know it, a form

It’s all there is, a shape of the Way, the only Way that an animal can be, a mortal eater-worm

Living and immigrating from continent to continent because there’s nothing else to do, It’s it

Life conceived, born, moved, animated, sublimated and eliminated from a gene pool, #Schit!

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r j j stephan, i

c. NEW YEAR 2020, Janvier 1st, 2020 A.D.

{ Drafted listenin’ to Lynyrd Skynyrd #SweetHomeAlabama & @ https://youtu.be/ye5BuYf8q4o & R.l.Burnside #EverythingIsBroken @ https://youtu.be/jhKqqYuV9MU }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@AnnPeebles #EyesLoveYouTooBaby #INNAGODADAVIDA #Presence @IronButterfly #LedZeppelin & @FrankieValle @MorganWallen #HammerThisThor #HammerComesDown

LOVE* #LAKLAND, ALASKAN BASS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 17, 2019

************* a fortnight in presence **************

Took me away from home to the joy and celebration of warriors, reinforcements! Ship ahoy!

Asleep in the trenches, freezing in the hope of being saved by gods’ holy supermen, Yoyo Boy

As if that was the only way to be, all too human, pretending to be a creation of an artist’s Dam

A hird or fourth time of reincarnating the force from Everywhere into a small atom of Adam.

What are YOU, a WISEACRES child or an older than dirt philosopher who says nothing at all

To anyone ever, not a word or a breath breathed out loud, total silence of lambs, too humane

For the aliens or the gods above this planet’s surface, in the middle of Void Space or a dream

A land’s mine of thoughts flow ‘like a river do,’ my man-mind synapses fires, naughty cream.

Ship sailed too long ago to see the wake left behind, it was here and now back then too, OMG

Now schooled in the finer arts of mind control and fishing for fish #underwater, invisible sea

Microscopic and macroscopic appearance of the shapes/forms of light and dark memes of me

I wanted this, needed this, I’m the thing itself that always was and will be here and now, aye!

If you believe it’s a game of mighty power lifting strong MEN, you’ve been deceived by birth

Inside of the egg you began as the FATHER above the VOID invaded, inseminated A WORD

A sound of a UFO hovering above your head, humming and vibrating your all too human Id

Ego was not super enough, it was vulnerable to attack from the denizens of the absolute It.

Being as it may, thus we move as the unmoved do once excited by dirty balls of cosmic fugue

Broken apart yet still One and the same Thing, part of Nothing is the whole of Nothing vogue

Coming to high heaven in the vestibule of the sacristy with the habits, hosts and hotty nuns

Who know more than the boys to priests who get no sex after their own Ma and Pa’s guns.

Last gasp of air before it’s too late to comprehend the gist of the trip, satisfaction is so fine

But you will never know the feeling after you feel it, the mind dims, the brain’s electric out

And when it’s over, you won’t know it but Nothing ever mattered, a moral code X of ethics

Unknown because it’s where we stand, sit and fly, in an ultraviolet beam, OMG, BUT WHY?

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r j j stephan, i

https://www.lakland.com/ #ABasslessClaim #ShotOfMyHoneyTripToTheAlaskanTundra

c. Mardi, FREEZEMBER 17th, 2019 A.D.

{ #ThoughtsINeededToGitOut Dedicated to #TheTwins, #HBD #60, my eyes adore you! Deborah Stephan & David Stephan without whom our Mother Theresa #TMA, the Josie & Joe daughter variety, RIP Mommy! At-ONE & done! & loop of Morganwallen #RedneckLoveSong link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

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W.W.A.R.D

What Would Ayn Rand Do #WWARD #Humuhumunukunukuapua'aa #Brexit

#MAGIC #NIRVANA #OTHERS ...

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 17, 2019

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Smoke and mirrors now and then, all you need to explain yourself, a saga’s MF’n real Truth

No justice in the Truth regardless of it’s relation to the Fact that Nothing exists, so, forsooth

Now, of course there are no apologetics for the application of adaptable skills for God’s sake

If you don’t use it you will lose it, Time tested factoid, tattooed on your skin, a TV news fake.

If you are not an orphan then you may have to use your imagination for this but here y’all go

A light you see at the end of the birth canal tunnel is the first thing you get after the darkness

Pretending to go back to the light for a rebirth is the pablum of the masses, a fund for clueless

Midnight Special philanthropists send The Self to morgues of all too human funk, nail to toe.

Forces of pain and suffering that come from surviving well into your sixth decade, petrified

Memories of the Past and the Fear of the Future absolutely forcing You to overlook Presence

Being at this moment, not later and no sooner than the tick you recognize your Nature tense

Beast of Burden for a few orbits, lucky to have become a man on a street, fuckin’ sperm lied!

Let me say this about that after I light a smoke to get back the recollection I keep forgetting

It was right there at the tip of my tongue a tick-rock ago, amigos and amigas, no fretting

It may not be what we’ve come to understand, we may be alien-origin or maybe not, crash

I was on a private jet to see you, thought that I might never see you again, you got the rash!

I delivered the daily and weekly paper, I collected pennies and nickels for empty bottle return

I packed my pockets full of gum and candy at the leafcandy™ candy factory sour apple gum

Rode my Schwinn bike with handlebar streamers as fast as I could back home to safe house

More sugar to rot my teeth with decay from sugar lodged in the smell of my mouth’s gums.

In-taking and metabolizing the sensational gifts of this petri dish of rock and gas, sunshit

I mean sunshine, on the other hand, it is the refuse of the Origin after all is said, It’s victory

Cream of the crop or the utter echelon below the pit of Hades, a smell surrounding Hamlet

To be or not to be is never the only question, it’s the fool’s choice, Mercury, Venus or me!

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 17, 2019 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ & watchin’ Cake Nirvana Solana Nirvana on youTube links @ https://youtu.be/hTWKbfoikeg & Train @ https://youtu.be/7Xf-Lesrkuc }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

BlackAndBlue #Me2Or3 #SwampMusic

WITHOUT H2O, GRANDE, VENTI!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 17, 2019

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No straws because a straw was stuck in your nose and your tortoise was poster red dirt

Staged and pretended to be the reality of the universal empire of love’s transitory hold

Naked apes as they are, clothed, robed, covered up hairless skin, avoidin’ freezin’ cold

Waitin’ for the burn of the sun to be tamed by the shelter of trees and bush in a desert.

Now dig this, I ain’t the one you thought I was the moment you saw and felt me, not at all

My 208 bones roam the prairie and ocean coasts up to the top of the volcanoes of St. Helen

The ash that fell to the Earth replenished the dreams of the ocean for the rocks of this roll

Around and around like it’s nobody’s business but it’s yours and it’s mine, over to you again.

People who were conceived and born that appear here and now for a s moment’s Time-Fate

Have absolutely no control over the direction of their own personal genome, it’s matrix Vast

Empty Void and everything of substance that made the first weapons for defense and a mate

Without mates, the species fails it’s evolutionary thrust to adapt to the future before it is past.

So, there’s plastic made from the oil fields in the Earth and the plastic is not #Recyclable, duh

You can’t make the plastic straws disappear, they are in piles waitin’ to be zapped by God, uh

Wait until you want to suck your liquid without touchin’ the plastic and porcelain to my tea

No ma and pa left to put me back in my place which BTW is anywhere at all I ever wanna be.

Subtract the volume of the Earth’s mixture of H2O, polluted, salt or fresh, liquidated totally

The form of our poor planet’s not the beautiful squashed, blue marble look-a-like you hillbilly

Play the banjo, blow the pipes full of your hot air-wind, beat the skins until the cows unmilk

Music is the piccolo and flute of the leaders of the pack, the runners of the run, hot black silk.

If you never get to read about it you’ll never know what will certainly stalk you, it’s funny fun

In the olden days, days of Old, the so distant past, things would soon be all done, atom to One

Paradise in the mind of readers of books, hard rockin’ #Walls of a privileged mother, #Sonny

From being too late for a starlit exit door, I can recall, MY SON, it Is the Sun, it’s yo’ #Daddy!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday February 17, 2019 A.D. @ 7:07 AM PST

{ drafted in utero of the #Void like #CasperTheFriendlyGhost, listenin’ to #EveryMothersSon Lynyrd Skynyrd & a mixed bag of #Rocks on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q6Mgz1UX6DU }

 W.W.A.R.D. ?

@CurtisMayfield #SATURDAY #PeopleDontGiveADam #PDGAD @ricoSacto #ricoSActo #BackToTheWords

DELETE #TIME #SPACEX #ENGAGE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 16, 2019

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Resting with the rest of our wicked species, it’s come to this #Mars #Time-#Space Blackstar

Try lookin’ at the sun directly for more than a second, blinded by light without a #Rockstar

Blinded by opaque lights that I see or not, in my blind spots, above my rear-end sighted envy

With the snakes and elephants, crocodiles, leeches, insects, bacteria and virus, all eyes see.

This is a journey of conscious mind evolution from utter ignorance into the bright light fares

Nobody is getting out of this plane of existence alive, nothing matters and if it did, who cares

Your mother and father, sisters and brothers, cousins, uncles, aunts, all undead at #Brexits

It means Words written by humans while alive are Alive when broadcasted, correlated myths.

On the other hand, even if you’re ambidextrous and you’ve got no grievance, oh hoodlum boy

Eventually the equation of conscious awareness runs into the holiness of the holy of the Void

Out in the heavens above and below, every direction, all 360 degrees around this #FlatOrb

Hoodlum girl without a compass, no North, South, West or East-side Bowery #ME2 absorb.

Galaxies of solar systems with dozens of planets from blown red giants and doomed pulsars

Motivation to become alive has nothing to do with Love, as we know it, it’s all accidental stars

From a #BigBang radiation from a massive compression explosion-implosion, super and holy

Black because all of the light is sucked into the consummation of the natural selection dolly.

Intelligence measured by an ability to become One with the nature’s universe, #NoCanDo

You cannot do it, it will kill your #SuperEgo and #Id and you’ll be just One Ego to offend

A purpose is a reason to be or if there is no purpose, no goal ahead, despair’s tragic end

Right where the pleasure of the original climax of neurons began, a womb’s void, a #Hole.

To the salute of the darkness, I say right on for it, the darkness is only my blindness’ vile scat

There is a spectrum of Infrared to Ultraviolet waves and frequencies, blinded by this and that

I can’t see anything that is not in my own, personal bandwidth, fractional abstraction bends

There really is no justice, you and I and everything in the Petridish of awareness, it all ends.

On the keyboard with an eye on the cursor and hand near the mouse, I-Ching, therefore I am

Or I must be rather than the #flipside which is not experiencing the occult nature, #SamIam

Building dirty towers from bones of ground fake ancestors, two poles’ magnetics of #Glasgow

Imagine people, spinning around, gravitated, empty souls, deleting Nothing, #ItIsDone now.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, February 16, 2019 A.D. @ 8:20 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #TheEarthIsNotAlone again, it’s an infinite loop of a cornucopia of imaginary photon functions, in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VymuQC0o7yQ }

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W.W.A.R.D. ?

#HowFarIsHeaven @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #AsAboveSoBelow #LordCanYouTellMe? um, nope...yep #Higher

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POINTS, LINES, ANGLES & FORMS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Monday, January 14, 2019

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In or out of the redwood forest, you move until you cannot move any longer, you want to be

Never want ‘not to be’ and it will never be the question unless I turn up a terminal, trust me

No reason to fabricate the truth since it’s unbelievable just alone, by itself without a doubt

Planet alive, grown from scratch, moving to the mulch, appearance of my love, my heart.

Pertaining to the monsoon of my tears crying because I’ve been forsaken, mama blessed to be

Happiness a final goal but only captured a moment at a time, never more than a day for free

Even if you pay the piper and do what pied pipers require, undisclosed bundles, all fake news

Out on a freeway, turnpike or expressway from six to six, huffin’ ‘til hell’s bells ring the blues.

Pumpin’ up the queens and princes who become the sons of the inbred blue, leukemic blood

Sons of divinity and daughters of higher powers than the gods who live higher than Olympus

Maybe the things we call UFO in our mind our out of our mind, those things are in the hood

Our neighbors and friends and relatives all lose you and I to the groove in chumps’ soul dust.

Alive and movin’ on the stage until my breath comes in and out way too slow, drop the pedal

I am gonna go, ridin’ on the freeway in a pink or a white Cadillac, like it or not Chip and Dale

Pedal down to metal down the on ramp into the flow, signaling lane by lane, diamond’s bait

Groovin’ in the traffic in and out for the target is your heart baby, can’t wait to get to the gate.

Awakened at the beginning of the middle near the end of the whole shebang, slammin’ brakes

Stoppin’ on a dime and watchin’ the guy behind me NOT STOP & smash into my trunk, klunk

All in a New York Minute, spinnin’ Earth of sixty odd years finished in a whimper, I waked up

Laid out they called the body without the soul, without the higher spirit, Adam and Eve fakes.

Groovin’ around the center of the emptiness where the fullness becomes the used, refused

In and out of a holy vacuum, worms weave their way in and out of yesterday’s dirt, yet today

Pinpointed and isolated from the well adjusted, the maladjusted like you and I, drift far away

Touching bases with you, sliding safely into home, we end the game singin’ red wino blues.

#GetAJobYouPhuqynSlobs - Everlast

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, January 14, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST * header photo is my wife in the redwoods

{ drafted while jammin’ to HITS of my choice includin’ this little ditty from Everlast #WhatItsLike... on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8gZEox8Crwc }

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Gretchen Wilson - Redneck Woman

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Dierks Bentley - I'm Gittin' Drunk On A Plane #CCMAAwards

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Etta James - I'd Rather Go Blind

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Eminem - Bad Guy (Audio)

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Lorde - Tennis Court (Audio)

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Albert Cummings - Lonely Bed

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JT Coldfire - She's Crazy

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Foreigner - Hot Blooded {HD}

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Santana - You Are My Kind

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Pink Floyd - " The Dark Side of The Moon "

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Jonny Lang - Stronger Together (Official Music Video)

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