#HillbillyDelux #GiftThatKeepsOnGiving

SHE HAD A LOTTA NEVERENDINGS 

Children won’t know what I was thinkin’ when it all came down to me and the end of the Bay

But you and I know there’s always the #Hehl to pay when you play the game of life just cryin’

Trying to get your way all the time so that you’re the most happy man on a mole hill of #Meh

Thinkin’ about nothin’ except you and me and the future to be, day after day a song of the sin.

Not that nothing is true, false or otherwise but real knowledge is impossible, that’s the Ends

Wind and rain produced by the spin and wobble of the shotgunned hunk, gives you the bends

Gaps and trenches filled in with the gas, homemade, holy seplechure of dreams, beach bones

#Mandingo rats full of mammalian-amphibian DNA, baby Jesus mugged the Buddha Ones.

I recently bought everything on Earth for my personal property, a million things everywhere

I didn’t pay a dime for even one acre, not a hectare or an island, continent or peninsula there

Still bought the dirty remnant of the stardust remaining from the #BigBang of three stooges

Funny Tragedy just an integral part of nights and days you get when you’re one of the rogues.

As I descended into the lower echelons where there is no night and day, I knew I’d go insane

Called the police on my cell phone, #5150 came down hard on my case, shotgun full of #pain

Messed me up and I can’t get my engine back in tune with high octane, fuel injection sparks

I may have to will it to be done like the loco brothers of my #yoyo days, sleepin’ in the parks.

Hobos drinkin’ whiskey and wine, every night in the barroom, all nowhere, far from my home

Love and a need to be with another fired up body of matter munching defecator's, holy Rome

All of that driving beasts of burden, jackin’ jaws of their Blues’ rhythm-skipping’ dusty sluts

Nothing’ll be left, #LapisLazula twilight’ll suck hillbilly deluxe out your hot daughters’ struts.

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 31, 2018 Friday @ 4:11 AM PST

{drafted listenin’ to #HillbillyDeluxe @Brooks&Dunn #BrooksAndDunn on youTube}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Pink Cadillac - Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ACDC to @ZZTop

CREEPIN’ IN SPACE NUMBER 26

by

Richard Joseph Stephan - Thursday, August 30, 2018

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We went to school, we aliens took the sea animals and made an aquarium of people

To walk among them while they watch behind the glass abstractions, fishin’ sheeple

The records are all broken and the rest of the losers who can’t, win comin’ in second

Pounds of weight piled on from the tables of ladies and men, who fed my frenzy friend.

Pent up emotional rescues from the days and nights way back when, I was young and U2

I’ll stand-down and pour some more #JackDaniels into my thirsty mouth, not a drop for you

Nothing like a wing and a prayer to give you a ticket to ride the wings of blind faith of Void

Herman and Peter and the rest of the ancestors laugh in the state of non-being schizoid.

Three wishes from the bottle of a genie won’t get the smoke and mirrors I need to be me

You can’t see a ghost or a reflection of one, your Self remains ready for the things to be

Comin’ from the ground of being, snakes, four and two legged, winged and kinder Islam

Easy to get under the umbrella to deflect the shrapnel of Hades fallin’ on poor old Adam.

Perfect or imperfect, all in the way of the warrior’s saga, fighting to remain breathing in

And out, ad infinitum until the stars fall from the sky and that will never be, I’m just sayin’

On a ranch or in a high rise tenement in the city’s ghetto, Cabrini Green, Watts, got it good

Y’all got it good, read some history and go way back before your props for bein’ in a #Hood.

A fermented philosophy of existence and being requires a sense of aloofness, not yet obvious

Except to a chosen few who see the mask as an arrogance rather than a look of satiation’s lust

To never need anybody or anything and to be self sufficient with neither need, desire or trust

Middle pathway leads to the First Origin, drunk with reason, DNA embedded a divine curse.

I’m certain that I there is a place without a stitch of light, no forms, no angels, no worms at all

No sound to hear, no sights to see, nothing to say, taste, nothing to touch ‘cept a dunkin’ ball

Pizza party after the game, everybody wins and feels the pain, emptiness of losers #Winning

Once inside the doors of perception, immersion facilitates illusory delusion, Art of #Cunning.

{ written while listenin’ to #EricChurch links @ https://youtu.be/rOuF3k_-asA & https://youtu.be/MXIpNL0mEGg & #ChrisStapleton @ https://youtu.be/bIyjedRGMwE }

W.W.A.R.D.?