#WHISKEY #RYE #BOURBON #JesusLives #WINE

READY TO LAY ME DOWN WHISKEY

by Richard Joseph Stephan·

 Friday, September 7, 2018

#BallsToTheWall and it means nothing at all to anyone but my mother and father, all dead

Therefore, I am all there is that’s left of that deposit of centuries of struggle to survive here

On Earth as it is in Heaven or whatever floats your boat, climbin’ mountains, surfin’ to a stop

From the Alpha male and Omega female we have become this here and that there, right pop?

I don’t know anything about movies or talkies or neon moons but I know nobody cares a bit

About you or me or what we do or how long we live or when we’ll die, nobody G.A.F. as yet

But it’s inevitable if you live past the age of reason, more or less than seven orbits ‘round Sun

So that you’ll comprehend the facts of life, you come alive by intent or accidental aberration.

Regardless of the actual Truth regarding Holy Grails and Golden Chalices, it will return

With the pressing of a key or a button, opaque or lit up like a glimmering signal to mourn

For the final curtain a song has been muted but can be whispered in the darkest #Deep

It sounds like the rock and roll, the jazz, the blues, the soft rock of the monster and creep.

Nobody is gonna get out of this predicament of the desperate men and sanguine women

Meeting together in a small room to speak to one another with smiles and body signals

Very polite and full of the proper manners to be civilized in the culture we buy with gold

Try to get some of the pleasure and love without the cash, no money, no honey, just old.

All you get is the time you spend waiting to move to the unknown ‘x’ on your own worst day

Here we go again, hot fire never knows and it’ll never tell, lovin’ drinks on a pontoon today

Here’s some #Presence to sprinkle on your liquid fuel for your intention of being human

Go revolve a hundred times ‘round @Talladega key to get lost, give it up, right here man !

Bums and refuse of the DNA fountain creepin’ and day drinkin’, recur overtime free-will

Nobody wins, crazy people SHOOTING you straight in your pockets, you’re in free-fall

Drink as much as you can, smoke what won’t make you sick and tired, cancer bleed-out

Last time just like the first, hidin’ in a mirror and at the bottom of a whiskey jig, gods do-lie.

by

r j j stephan, i {Thanks GOD for all of the Jack Daniel's Tennessee Whiskey I recycled! }

c. September 7, 2018 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Toby Keith #CallAMarine & COUNTRY #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pbtJDNmqpUY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LookButDontTouchBaby #SexyAsYaWannaBe

"#SHOOT #ME #STRAIGHT #MakeItBurnAllTheWayDown "

by  Richard Joseph Stephan 

·Wednesday, September 5, 2018

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Jack Daniels never asked for a mix or a chaser, I hurled with the surprise, still be smokin’

You know and I know that it’s just a matter of time when you’re addicted to fake thinkin’

Remember your relatives, brothers, sisters, cousins, mothers, fathers, aunts, old-ass uncles

All of them got the sting, a bit too late to bleed, to stay wasted, feeling numb above ankles.

If your heart has ever been broken, it was your own fault for releasing your guard god dogs

Everybody knows you need your heart’s love in tact, it don’t work when it’s broke, up straight

Sometime you just got to say WTF and make it burn all the way down to the hot ground hogs

It ain’t gonna ache too much longer than a four shot spell at the bar, should be up really late.

You know your limit and I know mine, once the limit is exceeded, there are no guarantees

Anything is possible at that point, you go with the rhythm and the beat of the inner cities

Moving out to the suburbs and then all the way out to the foot-hilled valleys and mountains

From the bottom of the #MarianaTrench to the tip of #MountEverest, a dirty space potato.

Imagine water and gravity applied to the space potato and badabing badaboom, Earth Isis

In a matter of several thousand spins and revolutions, wobbling around in an ellipse, I is

A man or a woman who mate to make another one or the other, x & y chromosomal #Vape

Possible in a test tube of conception, gestation in an incubator and nurtured by s naked ape.

All stones that aren’t rolling have an agenda, nothing stays in one place for long, let’s roll

Alrighty then, let’s just take a walk away from the pain and suffering, release is immanent

I know and you know it too, it’s a matter of Time and the Space you give in the holy hole

Mercury to Uranus, the photons blow at light speed, millions of miles in a cosmic event.

It’s a supernova of the sun, the only god man ever worshiped, yellow, black, brown, white mix

All for One and One for All, the power to the people and so forth, ad infinitum, I was sixty six

Sudden impact of a tangerine daymare, dangerous as being born or just letting the being die

Fear in y’alls mind’s eye, understanding nothing but the love of blind faith, a frightening lie.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, September 5, 2018 AD @ 4:20 PM HST (Hawaii Standard Time)

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to #GuardiansOfTheGalaxy Vol.1 & Vol.2 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vfWv7j4FIxQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HILLBILLIES #MORONS #IDIOTS #FakeNews & ME

HILLBILLY MORONS, IDIOTS & ME *#FakeNews

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, September 5, 2018

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Points not for Rene Descartes nor Guatanama to say or think about, a dead net stream flow

Your time in this space on Earth is finished, caput, lights out and that’s the conJob in a blow

Thinking at first seems to be immaterial and logic reasons to select matter and form as Real

You see with freeman eyeswith a slave mind, that you’re in a hostile world of bloodline zeal.

Forced adaption to providing the labor for the exchange of credits and debits, that’s all of it

A coitus interruptus for the masses who feel the need to bleed into fruit. legume, seed and pit

Merit nothing as you imagine that nothing is the First Cause of the universe, infinity’s Alpha

Is it what it is when the #Ends clearly appear to be that there’s no starlight or neon 3D Delta.

Living off of the grid, surviving underground, deep in the backwoods of my yard’s forest sage

A cushion of pine needles, dead and brown but conducive to barefooting, shoeless hippy rage

With a physical and mental problem, I walk alone in the valley of the shadow of life’s vitriol

Acrimonious rancor everybody loves but a joke frees your soul, when seen as God’s holy grail.

Peaceful inside and outside the consciousness seat of where I am, where we are, nobody cares

I am not thinking just before my conception in the womb, I cannot recollect the space’s time

About the time that hunger occurs, food and provisions are in order, we’re loaded for bears

Selfish as a pain in the rear, here’s a 3 muskateer-like chant, “All for One and One for all.”

If you’re One of the three morons or idiots who believe the motto to be the Truth, go spawn

Since the age of Reason we believed half of what we’ve seen and none of what we’ve heard

Scepticism sewed into the fabric of an existential metaphysics, blind faith in the Eagle bird

In a river’s water bed, swirling eddys full of the liquid gas, I fish for the catch, a bite, fish on!

Doom and gloom is what got you here, stones rolled and beatles rocked the world into a rave

Now in retrospect the half century from the 1960’s to the 2018 #FakeNews drivle of the cave

Older folks got theirs, some of them didn’t, younger folks are flaggin’ theirs, just like to #Rap

Not rock yet a cannard of gods’ on a bed full of non-compliance, naked apes’ #FakeNewstrap.

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r j j stephan, I { *header is @ReneDescartes on the left & @Guatanama on the right }

c. Mercredi 12:00pm Noon Dismissal 9-5-2018, September Wind blowing me down!

{ written while listenin’ to @ChakaKhan #RUFUS #SweetThang on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ksRrVlqRjKE }

 

W.W..A.R.D.?