#WhenTheSunGoesDown #WellBeGroovin'

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KNOCK, KNOCK! WHO’S THERE? 
GET ALONG DOWN THE ROAD! 👃👀👂👅

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If we’re lucky enough to make it this far in life, we long for the place from which we

It may be that we were born from love or fear or accident but the bottom line, we hum

What it means to be obedient to the regulations, cut loose from pain, awesome freedom

Got the ends justifying the means in every single case, present, past and future of glee.

Stayin’ alive on top of this hardened mud, spilled blood and beer, wasted whiskey and ale

Among the buried and sunken pretenders to their mothers’ bosoms, I am the least of ‘em

Defenseless in appearance and deadly in retrograde motion, triggered by morons who fail

Not being able to predict futures, makin’ the same errors ad infinitum, way beyond the pale.

Lost being found someplace, twixt dirty core’s coral reefs up to snow-caps’ to dry sea banks

As if, this is the only time in Space that we’ll ever get, no reincarnate, heaven, hell, god dust

Historical record of Blind Faiths of fearful tribes we’ve descended from is bunk, incredulous

Liars lie and deceivers are sometimes innocent, merely lacking the facts, filling in the blanks.

Crackin’ the dreams open and awakenin’ the Ones who don’t know they’re asleep, believe It

Majority who rules believe that this world is just a place between where they’ve come n’ gone

Except for possibly a few proud, dyin’ lives of Homo Sapiens, god found out it’s a God’s song

The Way to cope with Truth, universal categorical imperative I am, that’s all, live and let die!

Only those who follow the leader are going to make it over the cliff, lemmings’ Nazi fall again

Whomever listen’s to the beat of their own drummer that nobody else can hear, One hears

Whatever it takes to be happy while walkin’ about and breathin’ air, smiling, no pain, no gain

Feeling, seeing, hearing, tasting and smelling the chemical interaction of H2, O2 and beers.

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r j j stephan, i { Natalie Wood Actress & Legend are the ‘set of pegs’ above in the #header }

c. July 3, 2018 Tuesday @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #BeautifulRelaxingNatureSoundsSightsOfMamaNature youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Jll0yqdQclw }

W.W.A.R.D.?

SORE EYES EXPLODE, BEAUTIFUL!  *

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You are not the image reflected in the eyes of the one you love nor are you a glass of red wine

No spice grown out of the dirt of this burned out cinder of an ash, microscopic-macro divine

Please don’t follow this to the ultimate conclusion, assume nothing and conclude, slow-blown

All greased, it’s all wet down to the soul-rubber, prophylactic, invisible six-string down song.

It comes in orgasmic simulation of a star’s death, letting loose of the star stuff into the Void

As if the macroscopic and the invisible are One and the same microscopic and invisible, a toy

Playing games with the mind and body given or the ones stolen or borrowed for a time’s boy

Home run or triple, double or single, it matters little if any that the game’s all over, android!

Necessary condition is annihilated for the sake of the abyss’ presence of , dead star river flow

Men and women, old or young trying to stay alive without being killed, gutted, cooked, eaten

Perfectly deposited in the middle of the empty circle, the solid, liquid and gas mixing reason

In the deep, dark holy place where the orgasmic frenzy lurks to coax the effulgence to blow.

Not dreaming now, never dreamed at all and I never, ever will in the future, it’s all a mirage

Nothing to see, feel, taste or hear but you can smell the odor a mile away from a holy origin

It is the scent of the dead, fish, birds, gods and men, stench of places that garbage dumps in

Paradise of the imagination, what was lost and found without a clue, just the end of my Time.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 2, 2018 @ 12:12 PM PDT  

{ drafted while listenin’ to my iHeart station 94.7 WLS-FM-chicago https://www.iheart.com/live/947-wls-5367/ }

 
*HAPPY 67TH ANNIVERSARY MAMA & PAPA ALFANO/STEPHAN & HAPPY 64TH BIRTHDAY TO MY ONE OF MY FABULOUS SISTERS, @JoJoDomico & here's my JoJo tribute GOOD DAYS IN 1950 & 1954 !

@Radioactive#2068


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HOT D.N.A., #AllHandsOnDeck

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If you get mad about every little thing that goes awry and become a persnickety mermaid hair

Life will be a waste of time for the likes of you, it’s supposed to be a pleasant trip, only for her

Yet it’s not, she’s not where she wants to be and that’s where ever she’s not, a tad out of reach

Angels n’ mermaids flyin’ and swimmin’ around but no happy ending, stones in a sea’s beach.

Pick a number from one to nine and then multiply it times three to the infinite degree, to see

Nothing’s left over when it all comes down to the addicts who breathe air, drink blood of me

Make movies about what they could’ve been doing if they weren’t dead and gone, outed bled

Always a thought after the fact when it’s too late to apply to a situation at hand, hindsighted.

Trippin’, workin’ for a livin’ waitin’ for the weekend, pretend like it don’t matter, just forget it

Perfect world, life on Earth is a complete story of what was and will always be, #FakenewScat

Don’t doubt me, doctors and masters, mad professors and drag queens, mutants of you & me

It’s all ‘bout revolution and orbit of this dirt ball of ash and snow, poppin’ caps, river and sea.

I used to drop to my knees when I had two but when I lost those bones, I lost the way to kneel

Before the statues left for the living to look at and pretend the dead didn’t die, pretend to feel

The bruises that stay once the pain is gone, to remind you that it will hurt again, if you let it

Conditions begin perfectly then deteriorate with the passing of moments, life froze my spit.

An act of love this is, to analyze and categorize the concepts to come up with the Golden Hole

Doing, acting like you’re the creator of this heaven and Earth and every other galaxy’s speck

Deeper than a gap in cosmic stardust, the Mariana Trench sucks you in whether high or low

208 bones glowing in the plasma, cosmic effulgence of terrestrial pablum, all hands on deck!

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 1, 2018 Sunday @ 6:66 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to #PhillyForgetMeNot by Daryl Hall & John Oates & Train on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FGMDKNSQC44 }

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