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DOGTAGS & KICKED-LOCKED JAWS

by Richard Joseph Stephan· Monday, July 30, 2018

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Kicked me in the face while I was alive, conscious and perceiving the boot in my mouth

Horror of the wondering why I couldn’t move and defend my life was metabolized forth

UFO in your mind’s eye is not Anonymous pretending to be a DzWikileaks bury the lead

I am not what I was the day before my father impregnated my mother, mind-eye’s freed.

Psychological and physiological in the metaphysical complication, chaos is Us AND Them

“X” indictment as a co-conspirator with aliens from an Anonymous, nano-planetary system

Perfection in the empty sewer that the men made to empty the uber-wasted mastication flow

In the meat and potatoes of the carnivore and the nut salads of the herbivore, fed naked ape.

From a lump of DNA in a microscopic cell, comes a con-man entertainer-joker, a daft diddler

A builder, a mason who manufactures wealth out of debt, transforms the dead to the good life

All of us on this planet, third form in space from the glowing ball of flame way-gone, afar, sir

I did it, questioned everything and took no prisoners, nobody gets a pass, not even your wife.

Stinking from the dead and gone, not their skin and bones but their ideas, their handwriting

Suddenly, you’re entire block of housing and urban development is infested by a rat packing

Not the chumming crooners of yesterday’s Las Vegas, Nevada, friends of the Roosevelt dime

Movement of the Unmoved Mover means, the Earth spins, revolves and calculates the Time.

Copy and paste this link and you will be stung by the #PowersThatBe not God but the Man

You know who I’m referring to by the designated moniker “the Man” and if you don’t, tough

Life is like that so since you can’t always get what you want, this Truth, you at least will laugh

Like there’s no tomorrow, ‘cause soon, there won’t be for you, for me, it’s a dream Peter Pan!

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 30, 2018 Monday @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Jimmy Church on Coast to Coast AM #Wikileaks #BarrettBrown link @ https://www.coasttocoastam.com/ } #C2C #F2B  #CoastToCoastAM #Wikileaks @BarrettBrown

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CREEPY, STEALIN’ ECLECTIC MOJO

by Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, July 29, 2018

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Alrighty then, let’s ride this bike until I hit the horizon at the Tequila sunset without sunrise

Everyday I clean every inch of the heavy metal and oil up the tread gittin’ ready for blacktop

I may not be a flying object unidentified, have mercy, but I am what I am, purple Kush highs

With or without you, I’m going to the end of the line and when I get there, slobs will slop.

Spirits without the two hundred eight bones, head to toe, mythological pretensions of gods

In and out of their invisible minds, evidence of reality just a hope and a dream of psychics

But when Jesus left Chicago for Mississippi or New Orleans, drove the mother of all hot rods

Comatose from Springfield to Wakahatchee, ridin’ high, ridin’ dirty blacktops n’ turnpikes.

Pouring the water and keeping it inside the envelope of spirit’s H2, O2, N2 and burned ash

From the sun the Earth used to be, the son of the Sun, the son of God, the Way to the Matrix

Nowhere that you’ve ever been or even have ever been informed exists in this world’s cache

That is where the diamond in the rough resides, out of sight, out of touch with the fuzzdicks.

Apparently the appearance of the things themselves are confusing to the analytical method

Chopping the words away, meaning by meaning, nuance by nuance, come to Buddha n’ God

Or, if you choose, you’ve freedom of choice after all’s said, One n’ Many are in empty prisons

Let your self’s form get stabbed/pricked by the ‘Insane Many’ drones of god’s seventh sons!

It’s all gonna be alright, as I said, the grass smoke,, the rocks will fly, even God above will die

One thing for certain is you can’t say you didn’t know the deal because I’m spillin’ beans, fly

Climbed out of an egg and a sperm just to fly high into the space between planes, Id’s Thing

Microscopic and macroscopic one and the same, it’s the same above as as below us, Nothing.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 29, 2018 @ 11:11 AM Dimanche { ‘thinkin’ ‘bout the time in #Memphis, I thought I was in heaven!” -- ZZ Top LIVEBonaroo2013 }

{ drafted as the paradise in California burns down to the ground due to a Car Fire, Smoke is everywhere in the air and on the water!} 

*Bootstompin' HIGH HOPES FOR THE BOYS 'ROUND HERE *

SPUNKY, DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, July 28, 2018

 

It was difficult to be a dead end kid, the downside is you had to feel the pain, upside’s the sun

Still shining in Darkness because it’s easy for a burning, hot star to do what it is that stars do

Inside or outside of the atoms, molecules and charm, it’s all One and the same, One for All

One, two, three as it goes on to ad infinitum, back to the Space where I used to play baseball.

I threw the ball, I caught the ball, I hit the ball, I kicked the ball, I shot the balls in holy holes

I didn’t want to but the facts are, I came here to be the best and I am, The Best, the very best

If I was any better I’d have to acquire amnesia to forget about it, y’all I’d be your rubber souls

Take you to the cleaners before you know it, workin’ it and usin’ cash for the loving, I digress.

Awake after bein’ asleep forever or a longer time than I planned, years, decades, eons of Time

But now I’m whistlin’ at all of the sights I’m seein’ walkin’ around the churches and state fair

Prayed I’d get down to rivers where silver, gold n’ diamonds hide ‘neath God’s 10 cent dime

Runnin’ from sleepin’, hungover from last night’s backwoods binge, chew tobacco in my hair.

Lower that fist down by your side and unclench your bung, release the blood and red mud

Survived the birth and death, the ways of the masters and the slaves followed to the graves

Chewed the tobacco and smoked it too, like I knew I should, makin’ smoke inside my pud

Backwoods or concrete jungle, Iowa or Alabama, your mama lived and she died, we slaves.

Wanting it to be a different way than history has displayed to the boys ‘round here, forget it

Former and latter makes me the One in the middle, using the Will to the power, God’s Zeus

Amazing grace and sin that came from either an erupted gas ball or a mental conflagration

Occult ad infinitum, holy jeans and muddy boots of red dirt roads and all, ‘too legit to quit.’

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 28, 2018 @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while watchin’@TheDailySign #TheDailySign Music As Language in The ASL Club at Sac State listenin’ to some Blake Shelton #BoysRoundHere on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_Sc4mxQE8Y8 }

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