#ShootMeStraightBetweenTheJaws

 #HandsUp #ShootMeStraight

HILLBILL, HOMEGRO & ROADKILL

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, September 17, 2018

 

Way back in the day when you and I was in charge of this legal system, enculturated to obey

Obedience to the law is both sufficient and necessary to obtain the peace of night and today

If and only if obedience of all members in the whole ‘set’ is achieved, will to be or not to be

Make any sense to the mortals who know they’re gonna die and won’t get another shot free.

If reincarnation is a fact, not just a probability, then your Karma is sacrosanct, will the good

Never thinkin’ of the retaliation for wrongs committed toward your peaceful warrior’s mood

Static waves of the infrared to the ultraviolet phuqyn up the Reality of Consciousness, God

If there is anything else, it’s too vague to put into words, useless for this little ditty of blood.

It’s tobacco in a stove pipe, burnin’ up the woods and the dance floors, howlin’ for #Trouble

You and I know she’s always waitin’ down the street but you can never find her double bubble

It may be a figment of imagination I suppose but my take on this 208 bones is, ain’t no secret

Substance, the form, the shape of the being thing in the set of all things to be or not, #Sheet!

Word in the vernacular, in the context and in the spirit of being facetious, #Gravity doz suck

There is no way to get out of this situation alive my friends and unknown “X’ factor ilk silk

In a multilingual way here at the center of the tower of babble power, Word returns to womb

Last #HighHope is a #BlindFaith belief in a mutation of fear, empty bottle of wine, my doom.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 17, 2018 AD @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to sumbeechin’ jamz #YAll on the youTube #WhiteTrashBeautiful & #TennesseeHillBilly #WhiteTrash links @ https://youtu.be/tj4OgWq5OmE & https://youtu.be/XqS3OvMbcz4 }

#WhiteTrash #JustWalkDueToNobodyThere

W.W.A.R.D.?

DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO WORRY ABOUT THEREFORE, I AM INDEED, A #SimpleMan

A PERFECT, PURPLE HERD Y’ALL {@EVERLAST }

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 16, 2018
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It melts in your mouth but not in your hands, you are such a toothless tiger, child mandingo

Or old, ancient mariner whitehead blowin’ off steam from the grind, of listenin’ to your lip

Flappin’ in the wind and spouting nothing but useless information from your innerdyldoe

All you and I ever get is a momentary heightened state of euphoria for a momentary clip.

On being alive even for a nanosecond, now that is truly a miracle come true for divine hags

What more could God ask for more than a large bowl of purple M&Ms, maybe plain & peanut

Or the almond ones, overloaded nuts covered in chocolate and a hard sugar shell, all for a nut

Not in your hands as I said or if you choose not to touch them at all, pour ‘em out the bags.

But I don’t really know if it matters or not that I know that I don’t know anything, sing a song

Or maybe no receipts and no records of my existence on the dirt ball means I’m already gone

I may or may not be a friend or foe yet I have the ability and intent to spread joy to the world

Haters’ll hate even if I radiate black gold from all of seven holes in my head, lip-drippin’ gold.

Short n’ sweet it’s not, I kid you not, we must overcome the nature of this beast’s monotony

With or without polygamous and monogamous monotony in a polygamous Deuteronomy

I need the home and the girl and I got the bottle of Jack Daniels for the road, we’ll just do it

Purple tongue and sweet cavity at the bottom of the root, it’s a Princeology of the 3rd planet.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 16, 2018 Sunday @ 9:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #SolidHITS on youTube @SkynyrdLynyrd #SimpleMan & Brothers Osborne #MakeItBurn on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oNYCzDzOuME }

W.W.A.R.D.?

TODAY IS SUNDAY AT POPS - I GAVE YOU ANOTHER BROKEN

LOWER HOPES FOR ALPHA MALES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 16, 2018

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I ain’t the one so don’t look around here where I’m at, nobody I know is the one either

There may be only one One and I haven’t been introduced since the empty air blather

Strange and unearthly tales from the crypt of the foreigners who claim fake precedence

The Word’s in the ice chest, cold beer poured before the Truth for evermore, oh my leader.

Pain is the ignorance and the moronic, idiotic stupidity of the masses who follow tail

A bunch of mass in the herd that moves the thing itself, while I lay around in wait, hail

If it wasn’t for me there would only be some monks and nuns keeping the Word alive

Writers kill the Word, readers eat the Word and the vulgar ones come to mind, all jive.

What I am is the matter, the form, the movement of the symphonic rhapsody of my bones

Not just me but all of the things that originate to be here and now, to live and die on loan

From the beating heart of the unseen creator to the vacuum of empty Void, that’s all folks

Only the fools await another formulation of the given, standing in awe of the reality of jokes.

Discovery and judgement from the facts presented is paramount to becoming one who knows

This, that and everything else there is to think about with abstract concepts and real stardust

All of it is the flow from the bottle of grins the gods and their maker of moonshine, low blows

Kickin’ the events of the day around to the believers of bull scat, that’s the way of citizen zest.

All of it, to force the DNA acid to mutate and recalculate the measurement, holy ground zero

Place in space where there was never any time, not a momentary lapse of rationality to spare

Morons have eaten all of the men’s bodies and souls, left the shells of the idiots which remain

To govern the bunch of us that don’t appreciate commands from strange birds, a white stain.

Nothing more than someplace you’ve got to be until you figure out where to shed the 96 tears

Six feet four or seven score, the food you are doesn’t see itself as mastication of loathing fears

Chewing tobacco and swilling whiskey with a nervous reaction to the unknown, fight or flee

Beta females n’ Delta males produce burned-out DNA. a species’ extinction man, you and me.

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r j j stephan, i { a byte of jack for the #Rednecks & #Panthers, bobbin’ heads, up & down }

c. September 16, 2018 Sunday @ 4:10 AM Time in Pacific Standard Space

{ flyin’ solo once again, drafted listenin’ to #FloridaGeorgiaLIne #UpDown & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }

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