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BLUE, BALD EAGLE CARRION

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

 

It isn’t worth a thin dime when you can’t sell it for a profit, ten times the first investment

If that’s the case then I’ll buy a million shares, what about you? File down rock sediment

I do not care one way or the other what you think about this or that, believe the nonsense

Appearances are all there are and the existence you see here and now precedes a presence.

In essence and for the record’s perpetual copy of the program, the DNA is the acid of God

Punched in the guts and lost the ability to breathe for a few moments....might have hit a rock

Impact with the hard place, my face and frontal #FullMonty are on the #Wanted poster block

A song to soothe the savage beast or kill a mockingbird, they see, they are legion, Aaron’s rod.

In the surgery I take flight for the world away from the OREGON border, ID, WA or the CA

Burned trees and dead animals everywhere, floating downstream to Stinky's’ won #Chitter

Chatter hasn’t a clue what to do or who to talk to, priests or gurus bow in front of rock-stones

Fire, water, air and rest are the four items willing to overwhelm a naked psyche, Dr. Bones.

I am not he, you are not she and we’ll let this all go by the wayside and forget about the ill

Not my business nor my concern to beat the bad guys up at every tomb and chamber of Ra

Up and down, sideways and backwards and I’m still in the same place I started Indi who-ha

Sabre-blinded by It and figuring how I can agree with the judges who judge, I can’t sit still!

Bourbon, whiskey, rye, gin, vodka and my kool-ade for the masses, ready to drink ‘til drunk

Amazing that I can still talk about it in a cogent fashion, regardless of my emotional intent

I hope that helps the analysis in some small way, a byte or two better than before is fine

Eras and periods of the ions means the infinite appears that way only to the finite stop sign.

by

r j j stephan, i { #IllPlayTheBluesForYou }

c. August 10, 2018 Friday @ 8:88 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Joe Bonamassa #IllPlayTheBluesForYou “LIVE” #fromTheGreekTheater on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/qoX0Olfqziw }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BackToTheWorldYouNeverKnew

CHICKS NOT CHICKS & SING SING

by Richard Joseph Stephan

Friday, August 10, 2018

You, YOYO man, do what you can but don’t worry it’ll be less than to complete the mission

Neither police nor military Space Agency can help nor empty suits that soar above the redsun

Behind the smoke of the burned redwood, cedar and birch of the #GoldenState, welfare falls

People from the world STOPPED flockin’ like dung flies to the demon welfare bees with balls.

Pink and empty of the contents, it’s all fresh and new to the one who just awoke in a daymare

Lookin’ around the matrix for the keys, locked into being the best at being down, it ain’t fair

In the wide open under that bright light of the daytime in the hemisphere’s wobbled ecliptics

Pine boxes or clay urns, fortune serves the masters, naught but Davy Jones’ perfect God’s fix.

Reportage of the guilty consciences that suddenly appear out of nowhere, from the culture

Training and schooling in the ways and means of obedience to the rules of the law in here

Within your 208 bones buddy and baby, you fly into my face and slam! You end it, all of it!

Comin’ to be happy and never worry but always prepared for the surprises in the super store.

You kill a man and you die unless you are a hero in a war, on a battlefield for freedom’s reign

Superwomen malfunction and become irresponsible, just like the supermen that they spawn

Spewing philosophical pablum to the babies with their mouths and eyes wide open, dreaming

As if your health and wealth mean anything at all on the Last Day you get in Man’s Sing Sing.

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 10, 2018 Friday @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #FutureShock & HITS by Curtis Mayfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1X3-DqUve08 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MrMisunderstood @EricChurch @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

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TRICKS n’ GAMES FOR #scatHEADS

by Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, August 9, 2018

You and I bury our heads deeper than the ostrich that’s almost extinct, don’t ask, don’t tell

But me, it’s just not something I can do once I find out the incredible that is occult protocol

I know that you think your body will die like the others you’ve seen come and go, just caput

That’s it then, the end of the days is the last blinks you get in your life, no more sign input.

Silence and sightless, a soul can’t drink or smoke it therefore it’s useless to the gods, Ala Ra

Seeing the sensory perception, comprehending the nature of the beast and this matrix Ga

Nothing left over when it’s end of days for me, I am not sorry but I am upset about the Lie

A fib that the priests and nuns told my mother’s father, they kicked him off the ship, ahoy.

Stuffed or starved, either way you’ll let your heart stop the beast within, total breakdown

Not just the nerves but the entire DNA complex from head to hormone, seeds are sewn sod

Dug a trench, deep in the ground to bury the roots in stardust, to suck the bytes of a clown

Goin’ into the #Outernet for the #Innerspace peace of your piece of mind, on loan from God.

You might have an aversion to thinking about the end of life philosophical analysis of sounds

Either you turn out to be the food of a carnivore or cannibal or you get your form sucked dry

Then, wrapped in a favorite outfit, while stiff and rotting, you’re buried under holy grounds

Prayers said to the #DeadAir and without any answers from anywhere, soul fire hits the sky!

Puns intended if there are any, they’re all in your mind, nobody’s colder and harder than I

No softer than the basalt rocks under volcano holes, where the lava spews into heaven’s sky

A song now, a line in a poem then, miracles one after the other to make the things all be high

Ideas blew over my shoulder, past my mind into the #666 atmospheric pressure of your Guy!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 9, 2018 Jeudi @ 2:22 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to some @EricChurch #SmokeALittleSmoke & HITS/jamz on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XxWjtWONuGc } 

W.W.A.R.D.?