#GritTruth #GrafterOnTheGrift

PILES OF RAT'S ROCKS ON TRIAL, A ROACH'S GUILTY PLEASURES
Treating the streets' tricks like they're normal & consequential, as if
They really are abnormal & inconsequential, yeah, you get the drift
Snorting your inferior nasal conchae down deep in both of lungs' pits
Nothing left like the moment of one's last breath, a moron's idiot fits.

There's an agreement between the twins, it's a sacred star birth thing
Where the Earth was in it's orbit 'round the sun, it's cosmic orientation
Inside and outside of Earth's atmosphere, there's nothing at all, it's a sin
That you were taught to believe, blindly that the Truth was known by kin.

When they knew nothing, I asked them & they told me, nothing's no thing
I continued with questions until there was nothing left but eyes blank look
Like somebody's brain cut the power off and there was a rattle and a sting
From love, birds & bees, it was all One #1 hit, 1/2 timed concerto, I shook.

I stuck the matter where the sun didn't shine, black hole-like, lost forever
Then the energy burst into an atomic fission and fusion of Ammonia & acid
Like being on Venus, Mercury or Saturnal moon, no need for more for play
Exit mamas & papas, female ovaries atrophied, cemetery buried the DNA.

You know it isn't going to last more than a hundred years, life's too short
Yet, it's better than never being alive at all, it's a trip you've got to admit
No other way to express this trip, you end up alone at the end, it's all over
Before you blow your mind, take a CBD chill gummi & blow a blunt lover.

According to the movies, there's ending and then there's original tragedy
Brought into the world in ignorance and naivety, a complete, utter comedy
Self-imposed and at the mercy of the powers imagined to be beyond limits
Of rats & roaches all rockin' the dirt, a guilty pleasure of human trash pits.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, July XXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:00 somewhere
{  Drafted while listenin' to @CamilaCabello #Havana ft. @YoungThug on youTube link @ https://t.co/5QDl9g4eTE?amp=1 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.? 

#VanillaFudge & @FelixTheCat Montage for the #OneAndOnly #ScientificPhilosophyOfHarmony #BosonicMazeratti @CLAPTON #SlowHand

HARMONY ON A NEUTRON STAR, A BOSON QUANTUM FIELD THEORY & A MAZERATTI @ 1.5 KELVIN *

Peer pressures from the above and below group, the ones God left behind on Earth to fluctuate

Between 208 dead bones & hidden magic carpet rides in Time's machine, Buddha built It better

With or without holy minions who dig this, crawling, slithering, hopping hopelessly, circular Fate

Desire and Need have Nothing on Everything in this cosmic conglomerate of hard rock & water.

Mi amigo Dave called me Bud, but I didn't realize the Why that #NikName fit, but moments ago

Golden light dawned upon my ignorance and futile attempts at going nowhere to the black light

In the out door just because it was the only door to use in the room, one exit for cats. In & Out

I see, you see, I'm legally blinded by the first clear light I saw on my retina in 70 yrs of no doubt.

Charity built on the foundation of Hope & Blind Faith's procreator of Matter, drop-dead for free

Don't blame messengers for your nut case philosophical, theoretical arguments to be not to be

Better to keep her than to live in fear and the inevitable loathing of the things in Golden Dawns

Cat's outta the bag, King Coal was a diamond in the rough, unmoved mover of 3D chess pawns.

Grim reaper takin' the wind out of the ghost's machine, stopping the breath, breathe it in or not

Always no question about this fact of life, father now in heaven once told me so, your an I-robot

Ego of the Id in control for a moment in Time, infinite series of causes and effects to bitter Ends

Blown out, imploded within, air sucked & blown in & out of bellows, underwater, got the Bends.

Nobody like your mother or father, creator of one's animated genome's historical hysteria gripe

Adam and Eve or whomever came before the chicken and the egg, left us Nothing but Air's tripe

Logic and reason for the deductive arguments to justify the inductive, fallacious conclusions of I

Me and all of my close friends, who by the way have all been deceased in human form by now.

Cease to be me sensing Things, here, now, they'll be gone when you find 'One', it's one & done

What you saw even if you were stone blue blind was a climax, your mother & father were afoot

Because they had to be there for you to get here and although there's no good reason, it's Truth

Damned atom of H1 & a gluon in Time-Space's photonish, theoretical black hole's prodigal Son!

by

r j j  stephan, i  *YoYoMaMa

c.  Dimanche, June 20th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 08:00 Ante-Meridien Pacific Standard Earth Time

{ Drafted while watchin' #TheBiggestFelixTheCatCompilation on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_AkgzVe91Kc & #TheNatureOfNothing link @ https://youtu.be/X5rAGfjPSWE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PS.  #SpiritManifested #EnergyImplosion E=mC2 #AbstractHolyHolesOfEmptyBlackness #AbsoluteZero #AbsolutelyNothingAtAll #LogicReasonRealityEmptyVoid

#FallinForTheFirstTime #AGAIN #SurroundedBy#@

SPINE TAPPED, DOG GOD'S THRILLER WASTED IN TIME, FADED EUREKA!
You have the two dogs under control so no whining anymore, it's all 'bout the rapid ice drips
Ending up dead and gone is the way of the wise derrieres, who knows this is a scam of trips?
Nothing to worry about after you figure it all out, why you're here and where you're going
After this life, when you can't see or hear anything without a body, a soul full of hood sting.

To whom it won't concern, you all need to know the meaning of the Kool-Aid drunken stupor
Business and pleasure all in one ball of confusion, where you don't know anything but a whore
Sons and daughters meowing like alley cats, gettin' away with the stolen books nobody reads
Words all bustin' a killer rhyme, bad and positive waste of the food digested, know the kids?

Amoeba and paramecium alive in pond scum & Doom, here we are in & out of an A-bomb blow
Neighbors in mean streets, hiding in gangways 'round the corners, slippin' in town down or 7up
Amended the theorems and strapped the heat, put me down in a deep hole, never get out now
It's my mind that's all gone, it's the thing they wanted to punish, the mind slipped, can't get up!

In solitary without paper or pen, just my chit on the walls, stinks but it's what I got, it ain't chit
Babies and old folks who were grand, parental role models to leave their influence on the byte
All too human or divine, above or below the top of the palm and redwood trees, born or abort
Locked in and out of sight, once things themselves have changed enough to become the Squirt.

Thought forming from a movin' program of future and past tenses, presence of being in a daze
In and out of the restaurant to eat the dead animals and plants, left over to Gold's purple haze
Water under the bridge isn't moving any longer, it's frozen & nobody cares except the two dice
Rolled against the wall for craps, snake's eyes or whatever can't win, I'm all in now, I am #Lies!

You got a light?  You got a match?  You need to quench your thirst and satiate your hot hungers
For the diamonds and the gold left over before the gods died and left the kings' pyramid burgers
Wind due to the revolution, the spin and the wobble of the tomb of bones turned dust, oh Earth
Place in outerspace, 93 million miles from vintage conundrums, smooth criminal origin sin birth.

Sundown or sunrise is just the Word for the appearance of the ones blinded by light, mixed it up
Clear truth and innuendo moving you from the ignorance of innocence to the wisdom of the dead
Many lived and left the scribble of their mind on the dead sheets of tree, glued and stapled to Ra
Inside or outside, strokin' the pyramids, buried the source to save it from a bang, dead man hand.

Aces high, I win every time, got a king, a queen and a jack of every suit, it's my kitty, royal flushin'
Cheated once, got shot and killed and now, I always win because I am in charge of this death sin
Repeating the same mistake over and over thinking that it might be different the next time, #tilt
Never play me man, I shake down pinball games, I shiver creepin' into corpse shells, rats, beat IT!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  FRIDAY, April 30th, 2021 Anno Domini
{  Blurted out while listenin' to @MichaelJackson #25DoggoneGirlIsMine link @ https://youtu.be/RVKjERPfE5s  & @BareNakedLadies link @ https://youtu.be/Pv7kodfFXpA }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#RegressionProgression #ItIsDone #DontWorryBeHappy #SaturdayNightLive #Billy #POTUS_45

SKIPPY & MY CHERRY PIE OLD PAL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 12, 2020

---------- #ArtificialIgnorance ----------

Jelly and jam optional as long as there's white WonderBread and my SKIPPY Peanut Butter s

My father hated that my fingers were swiped in the jar, in turn I blamed it on my little sisters

My mother let me slide if she got to the jar first before my father swiped his knife, stuck it in

It ain't my fault the other 5 children ran out of daily sandwiches of #BlueBonnetMargarine .

On the other hand, since life is but a dream according to the song I played on the accordions

A little red one, a pretty blue one and a fine black one which I've retained for 60 years of sins

Only venial or maybe a mortal one or two, I am so perturbed by the comedy and tragedy of I

My ego is irritated unto death with the waiting for the end to see what happens, multiply pi.

From a zygote to a grave or a tweeter full of dusted words, in any case, all holy death to avoid

How many zygotes are aborted, how many fertile, animated germs die without a yoke's code

To be a man or a woman, infant, baby to adult is the whole point, you come in a vacuum void

AdamIc and EveVent in a garden on Earth, on one of seven continents, speculation ala mode.

In the world, on the planet's surface, above and below it too, flying and dying to get into et al

Fathers and mothers of the being either evolved or were descended from something, a #One

Simply complex at one & the same time, everything & nothing, love & charm of the 1st atom

Before the Big Bang, before the Singularity, before 7 white dwarves and I, the red giant chum.

Psychosomatic with the avoidance of you and I, the aliens have spread rumors like assplagues

Stay away from me, yes you without a gag on your lips, I can't tell if you hate me or love me

Your eyes lie about everything, you may be sticking out your tongue when I speak in tongues

Speaking of consensual, smoked brilliance, hot cherry pie but I am #WOKE , Yo! #bafunguze !

by

rjj stephan, i

c. Lundi, ROCKTOBER 12th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 0845 hours PST

{Drafted while in an alternate universe pharynx with Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AMPST link # https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ & listenin 'to MorganWallen #LittleRain in an infinite loop @ https://youtu.be/o92I3m0i_QE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OneMargaritaMore #Satch2 #BethHart #JoeBonamassa #LukeBryan

PICASSO GOT PABLO’S #PEACE, GOD MEANS RADIOACTIVE#WAR

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, August 20, 2020

- - - - Do Not Interrupt Me - - - -

There is nothing to be proud about being alive on Earth, it is after all a punishment right kid?

An unknown, related ancestor in DNA code download, offered blue sky as a hole’s last divot

But we cracked that nut, blew through the bubble above and below, now deep spaced, this Id

We know we’ve come from nothing but still don’t want to jump to blind faith, rock solid scat.

Concert in the Grand Sierra Resort and Casino to retrieve the #Satch shreds with the #G3

A bad company if they don’t turn that sheet up to decibels beyond the pale, need the earmuff

Trouble with the thing itself is the deafness cloud carried away to your room of silence, glee

Nothing at all from everything, loud & clear as the starlight of the sun, enough isn’t enough.

Being and nothingness survive the turmoil of the #BigBangO’s remnant UFO phenomena ilk

Lookin’ for an answer to #TheWonder, where you are and why you’re here, death wish milk

Immortally yours, flinging’ metaphysical dust ‘tween space-balls, a propositional logic meme

Where you read #TatTvamAsi, on an iPhone, android, a PC UFO idiot Word, Calculus scam.

Here is your #Ap for the future of our tendency to become the #Moron’s extinct ancestor

Adam and Eve, Cain, Abel, etc, etc, Moses, Obama and Soros, the project is in gear, off shore

Kicked, found on the road dead with the rest of the #RoadKill, maggot-nectar of idiotic gods

Education and inspiration are a ruse for the young, to stay calm and not revolt vs. #HotRods.

OK, by now there are no blind faith believers left to read on for the Truth of what’s happenin’

Past, present and future in your hands for now, soon to be dropped by a #GratefulDeadHead

Pushing and pulling from end zones of the plane of existence, pretend time and space dim

Last blink, star fire in #Picasso’s eyes, wide-open, warped birth, blinded, Thor’s end’s grim.

by

r j j Stephan Richard Joseph Stephan, I ( *art in header by c.Pablo Picasso* i just #PasteIt! )

c. Jeudi, August 20th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST (cudos Joe Satriani’s 3 millionth follower!

{ written while starin’ at Pablo Picasso listenin’ to some Joe Satriani #JoeSatriani https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSnB-fagFqA }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Fiddlesticks #Pickupsticks #Nunchuckas & #Blackbelts

BUT WAIT, I’M WORDUP TRIPPIN’

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 6, 2020

----------- #StraightUpTripping ------------

Just for a second I thought I saw you in my dream but it was only me in the guise of a ghost

It made no sense and I tried to pretend it wasn’t happening but I knew it was a dream manup

I could not stop it from going on and on as if it would never stop when it was time to wake up

So, I just waited until the alarm went off on my digital clock on the night stand, here’s a toast.

Wake up call for the unawakened boys and girls, men and women, clergy and flocks in a tow

From sea to sea or up to the tip of a mountaintop, nowhere viruses go all dressed to the nines

Or out whichever way is expedient & most likely to generate success at survival, to be the flow

Alternative to eating supper is being breakfast and lunch for the mighty of claw and canines.

On top of the flow, skimmin’ downstream to the sea where the surf blue meets the green sea

Up and down the rain rises and falls ad infinitum, just because that’s the way it’s always done

Full down in pools on the ground of being, evaporation and cloud formation force vapor tea

Smells like fresh dirt after a quick rain shower wets the concrete and steel, smells like foam!

Relatives of your enemies are mine too but they be my kin, cousins, brothers, I cannot comply

Therefore, I either got your back or my kin’s back regardless of their misguided allegiance fly

Enemies just a word for people who are jealous of you or what you’ve attained via karma stats

Of mice and men & all the rest of the vibrant, vital animations of matter, mind of wombats.

Compared to what? This here and that there, one way or the other, theoretically speaking now

If the world is finite then why do finite beings exist on it, it seems finite beings need to chillax

If they don’t then it’ll be intensive care or the morgue in the future once a ticker ceases a gun

Trippin’ past the Event Horizon to a stretch of Singularity, ceasing to be just a sleeping nun.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 5-5-2020

{ Jammin’ & rockin’ to this while watchin’ the #SideShow & rockin’ to Van Morrison in Ireland VanMorrison #Wavelength on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DhHfcrOwBas }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TattooTear @CountDracule #RickyLeeJones & #SadGirl @Everlast @RollingStones

#OrElseJustForgetAboutIt #MakeItRealNow @CarlosSantana @JoeBonnamassa

LET’S RUMBLE! CATS’ SKINTIGHT!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 20, 2020

It may be a bet in your mind only or at a track or on a book, where angels hook drop C Notes

System of the cats with nine lives as witnessed by the queens who revered the felines’ coats

Calm as a lion or a tiger or a panther, even a cougar or mountain lion or ocelot, they eat us

What do you think they can do when they’re hungry and need to feed themselves or the puss.

It won’t be long before the end that’s near turns into the happening of the thing itself & how

Only the powers that outlast your and my occupation of inherited luck of the proverbial draw

If I might go out on a limb and suggest my opinion, we are neither Stalin’s nor Hitler’s sins

We the people here and now are responsible for the words we sing and shout, above the din.

Amazing that you got here to hear and sing even one short song or a cavalcade of a noted beat

Around the corner or just standing right there on it and waiting for the girls to go by, two feet

Legs up to here or there, depending on your point of view, it’s all good, up or down pleasure

To be the sight or the seer of the mirror image of God’s best formed angel from stardust pure.

Nothing to dance for other than just because you think you’re so pretty, you made the grade

Mrs. O’leary’s cow never kicked over the bucket to start the Chicago Fire, it was a band aid

On the heated end of spontaneous combustion, the cow pies filled the barn with gas to blow

Since the Mrs. did smoke a pipe, out behind the barn where it appeared safe, trick of a crow.

Bibles or catechism skrees in pamphlets to show the innocent and the enlightened mind’s eye

Down the center of the forward direction, never sideways or backward, respected I, every day

Penchant for appearing connected when it’s really the way to be aloof, disconnected hot wire

Coming into a laser fight for freedom and power we appropriated, 9ers win, cats are onfire!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, January 20th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to #Supernatural HITS @Santana #miAmigo Carlos_Santana https://youtu.be/XxJDpyETDjE 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FarOutMan #Wait #WHAT? #ExpandNothing

SHE LIKES #SMITH-WESSON LOVE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 17, 2019

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Function of shy calculus and the history of civilization are products of chambering one dud

This Earth was a star and now it’s on the way to it’s holy finale, supernova of crimson blood

Flesh and bone and the ugly bad guys, pretty good blockheads disintegrate to the rock bottom

It is black because there is no light to see, to shine on the things to see them, to devour them.

A perfect division of the things between the good and the evil is the imagination’s illusion

Fearing to become the evil is a desperate struggle for survival of the good slave cylinder car

Animated the essence of the plasma coming from exploding neutrons in a rabbit hole’s sun

Vacuumed abyss all inside of your mind with nothing outside of you, the thing itself you are.

You may be the punk that your father raised you to be, tellin you that you needed the power

To defend the muscles and bones that keep you little mind in a tizzy, you never can tell boy

Bad things coming out of nowhere if you’re not looking for a second, just to bring you down

Used to be the food but now it’s just against the morality commandment rules, got it Brown?

If you ain’t totally black and I don’t mean bronze, absolute zero of any color, I’m albino white

Pink eyes like scurrying weirdos gatherin’ dust/crumbs fallin’ from being made in the shade

Every-man grown into war’s boys with an ego or superego, incompatible with the end of life

Wanting to leave nothing behind, alone ant at one, the Id warrior’s twelve slices of the blade

Layin’ it down here and now, you either survive a long time or you don’t, it’s all about Gold

It may be buried or safe in a locked chest of treasure but one thing for certain, it is all a God

With gold we exist and without it, Terra Ferma is whatever it was before you and I birthed it

Made it up out of the empty mind of surviving well, too much Time on hand, mischief’s chit.

So, if you want to get to heaven once your breath ceases, immerse the words you get a hold on

Deep down into your self where you’ll be every night when you are asleep, in the dead end too

Do not need the body or the brain to have a mindful consciousness which sucks plasma suns

Moving, animated to nudge the linear and complex to become the flower of the seeds’ screw.

Intentions are ripe, reptile fears from the amoeba and a snake brain in a naked ape war-fight

From nothing or from a specially ‘kin-created’ mass of energy, germ delivery form of storks

Cut nerves between the protein molecules, Nothing happens before garden apple snake bite

Billions of particles squirted on me, a egg-thing itself, flower power in me, all neuron quarks.

by

r j j stephan, i *Dedicated to my father on Earth, RIP #AlbertRichardStephan Usnavy who wanted me to join USNavySEALs.com; got delirious and joined the USAF 1971-1975 just for #ChitUndGiggles! }

c. Wednesday, July 17th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Zztop #TubeSnakeBoogie & HITS on youTube link rockin’ with a #LoadedChamber y’all enjoy now ya hear? @ https://youtu.be/i5_lpQqfiy8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SHOOBIEdoo #MentallyPhysical #LetUsGetPhysicalMentally

@CarlosSantana #Devadip

SMOKIN’ DESPAIR IN HOLY HOLES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, June 12, 2019

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Haven’t been the same since all the lawyers were disbarred and I’ve got no standing in court

I can’t kneel or sit in court either, not allowed in the door, I just wait to let jail open, to be free

I got the keys but the sheriff don’t care because I’m his grandson, I didn’t do it anyway, nope

Get over it, I’m not privileged but I am innocent of the crime, somebody vented, it wasn’t me.

I play nothing, beat drums and people at video games, bring it back home to my home runs

You will never know the difference between happiness and utter despair, my daughter’s sons

My fortunate circumstance is pitched from nowhere, out of the blue, it turned purple n’ gold

In the out door and through the turnstyles of the sky’s scrapers, mighty mice and men of old.

At the ending or at the beginning, sound comes first and then the light follows the beat, tap it

Green grass cut, burned away into the clean, clear oxygen, nitrogen and hydrogen of mamas

I played game like you did but we ended it at different times, one after the other’s love flaws

Beat and blew instruments, made melodies and lyrics count for nothing but something else.

In love or out, happy or sad about the circumstances of the place in space you spend the time

It really doesn’t ever matter at all, I comprehend the blind faith and hope for a happy ending

But the truth is, happiness is either here and now in the present or it’s nowhere in the Void

Don’t believe the Truth, hope lies are true in vain, a freedom of choice, a divine hemorrhoid.

By the time you make your getaway, it won’t be a problem, it’ll just be water flowin’ over falls

As the world spins, you do too, in and out of this dynamic spin and wobble, y’all got the balls

Draw! Professors, priests and sisters have all rational thought down a cold, holy rabbit hole

Can you rob the program of magic? Nothing is magic, a faded away myth of our gods’ blows.

Punks like I used to be mature into retired civil servants on pensions, waiting for the night

Turning with the spin of the dirt, no choice until one final gasp of gas, then boom, that’s right

It’s all over at the end, no heaven or hell or purgatory or karma payment for the mortals’ sin

Just to be created and related to the offender, guilt by association, fallaciously argued, divine.

Something new, nothing old, always burning the fuel to make the power to move rocky roads

Smooth as silk with the asphalt and tar, pavement of cement, catch all my flashy flesh codes

I look, I glance, I ignore and there is nobody to take my place today or ever, on down the line

When and where’s the place and time? Rockin’ the fires, full of Word-up, a garage wall’s fine!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June 12, 2019 A.D. @ 4:10 PM PST {always is 4:10}

{ drafted while listenin’ to Joe Walsh Daryl's House Club 48” on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dPV6nKrhOGg }

F.I.N.I.S.

#DoItAgainAndAgainAgain #TryToBeEverthingToEveryone #DotItAgainAndAgain #OneHitWonder

HIGHER ABOVE 80,000 FEET, oM

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 10, 2019

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If it’s the last thing you do, fire all of the guns, explode the ordinance in your Earth mother

Fall down the Fallopians into the holy soul’s gravitational collapse, essence of my God father

Perfectly trained to aim high and move sixteen hundred feet per second, open borders now

Highest mountains and deepest forests, jungles, swamps, open seawater, lake or an overflow.

Breath of the gas mixture your lungs can metabolize into the animation function of matter

Burned out star-stuff making a comeback before the Supernova in progress, a timely spacer

Between the occurrence of the matter and form of the Earth’s left over crust and never, ever

There is a chasm which cannot be crossed by sea, land or air, neither below us or below Her.

She is One in a million as far as I know, so I’ve been told a million times since I was six or ten

Brought wisdom of the ancients to fruition with the occult, hidden demons of a ocultish den

Of fish, mice, men, lions, tigers, snakes and other slithering anima, inherited blind faith exit

To be or not to be DNA anomalously penetrated blind faith, ship’s ahoy mate, keep rockin’ it.

For no purpose at all, my parents mated for the fun of it, here I am, now and then, I will be

From a random, zygotic DNA function, a fake-intellectual misfit of cultural bastardism is One

With all guys and gals that died & who will die because they are alive right now, 21 gun salute

For those about to rock, alone under gravitational law of extinct Newton, #21Guns #OOrah.

Now that we found love what are we gonna do with it? I got mine tied up in sleeping beauties

Who are all for One and One for all, a #Muskateerish type/mode of being my civil liberties

Atom to Universe, atom to universe, this is your Captain, come in please? Do you read me?

It’s all over now, it’s easy to see and easy to tell from the writing on the invisible wall of fame

In the hall where light’s been dimmed, nobody can see the fluorescent sand of fission’s fusion

Alright to be you and your kin and mates, sooner than later, it will be as below the dirt’s game

Buried bones under ground or water, burned, crushed, shattered, banned now, Original sin?

You’re killin’ me for reincarnation, ad infinitum cause/effect wings of demonic fallen angels?

Is this some kind of a joke? Why live and die for a hoax light-soundscape, half-wit, she-devils

Hoax me once shame on you! Hoax me twice shame on me, that’s fair so dance to a backbeat

Co-mingle asexual photo-synthetics and 80,000 feet, we’ll look the same, AM radio on a teat!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June Tenth, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #FatherOfMine Everclear & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kkcbxjWG9Mc }

 

 

*header photo is an A-10 Thunderbolt #Warthog close support ground support:

“A-10 THUNDERBOLT (WARTHOG) The Fairchild Republic A-10 Thunderbolt II is an American twin-engine; straight-wing jet aircraft developed by Fairchild-Republic in the early 1970s. The only United States Air Force aircraft designed solely for close air support of ground forces; the A-10 was built to attack tanks; armored vehicles; and other ground targets with limited air defenses.The A-10 was designed around the GAU-8 Avenger; a 30 mm rotary cannon that is the airplane's primary armament and the heaviest such automatic cannon mounted on an aircraft. The A-10's airframe was designed for survivability; with measures such as 1; 200 pounds (540 kg) of titanium armor for protection of the cockpit and aircraft systems that enables the aircraft to continue flying after taking significant damage. The A-10A single-seat variant was the only version built; though one A-10A was converted to the A-10B twin-seat version. In 2005; a program was begun to upgrade A-10A aircraft to the A-10C configuration.The A-10's official name comes from the Republic P-47 Thunderbolt of World War II; a fighter that was particularly effective at close air support. The A-10 is more commonly known by its nicknames "Warthog" or "Hog". It also has a secondary mission; where it provides airborne forward air control; directing other aircraft in attacks on ground targets. Aircraft used primarily in this role are designated OA-10. With a variety of upgrades and wing replacements; the A-10's service life may be extended to 2028.376th Air Expeditionary Wing; AFCENT; Airmen; Kyrgyz Republic; Kyrgyzstan; Staff Sgt. Robert Barnett; Transient; Transit Center at Manas; U.S. Air Force; United States” -- #WashingtonTimes article link @ https://go.shr.lc/2Dg9oKT

@RunawayJune #MaryLou #HonkyTonk #DownOnIt #FWAAAT #GardenParty @RickNelson #PlayItAgainSam

NOT GOING TO LIE, YES I AM, SAM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 6, 2019

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In schemes of things, nine lives are not enough living to be perfectly one, with bipolar suns

It means nothing that humanity itself and the minions collect words for skirt-less librarians

From every molecule of the seven seas and every grain of sand and diamond black, dirty cut

Ooze of life secreted from the bone of OM where nothing comes nor goes in nor out of shut.

Beetles and cats put alien bones on the map, at once they came, still come from darker stars

Hydrogen and Nitrogen, Oxygen and Carbon Dioxide lived life with or without jets and cars

Starting from the place below the foundation where angels fear to go, get along old warriors

Hopped on board the train to nowhere before you knew the legend of breeding crack scores.

Here is where my alter-ego takes over the monologue’s filthy, dirty tone, easy to be a #Papa

For the corner people, the neighborhood jocks, the educated clergy and intelligentsia of #Ma

Earth is for this here and that there, it is what my father passed on from his #DDay two-cents

Acid used to test with another minuscule compound to alter reality into future reminiscence.

Whatever you say whomever you are, nobody’ll recollect it at all in a minute, #FullOfIt jokes

Then there will be the descendants of the brood, those who found places to dispose of waste

To avoid the rats and bacterial, viral infections spread by the food, water and the air’s taste

Nothing at all you can do ‘bout that fact of life, you’re born to die under bad moonlight folks!

A queen, a beetle and a cat run the movie screens’ cinematic productions, fairy tale #Grimms

All alone for eternity because of this state of living by an unmoved mover’s irrational whims

Way-gone to eternal hellfire, unknown pyramids of UFO aliens from sand, rock and roll clues

Down rabbit holes or black hole aster-singularities of gravitational collapse, empty of #Blues.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 6-6-2019 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted on #DDay 2019 A.D. whilst listenin’ to Prince #PurpleRain & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/5kXRVnWkJF8 & Brooks & Dunn #MyMaria & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/uZSLzR1pjjw }

FINIS