#FireOnTheMountainIsMeMyselfAndMy #TwoThirdIce #DiceClay

MYSTERIOUS IDIOT, FOLLOW ME

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richard joseph stephan * MONDAY, 9-24-18

Look at me! You see that you are my food for the day, for my progeny to gnaw and refuse

It is not my fault that you don’t know how to kill before YOU are killed, I will eat you alive

If you are still crying and trying to get away, I’ll yank your neck off n’ lick the skin of yo’ feet

I’ll get the brain bucket stuff when I’m done with the thighs and wings and drumstick meat.

You wish you were a son of a #Bitchin mama, spoiled red meat does what all red meat does

After the skin is gone in the light or in my cave in the dark, it all tastes like the feces they eat

All food is dead life, we eat for the fuel to move and think to avoid being killed for bone meat

One thing leads to another and on to necromancy, badabing badaboom, take a byte and blow.

What do you got for me? Something I’ve never heard about? Dogs ate men, created the scat

This is exactly what you get when you have morons and idiots making more of their own, drat

It’ll get worse and then it will end in the smoke puff of the dispersed planet Rock’s dream roll

Third from Emptiness, last in line for any good reason to be innocently guilty, a Godlike troll.

You will fade to the Whiteness of the color of blinded Light, blanked mind, a damaged cortex

Once the last drop of blood has been licked from the last bone in the corner, I need kitty sex

To create the meat for the gods to destroy, ad infinitum, compassion for a Nothingness Void

As if I care that the dream will fade to black once I’ve awaken, oneness, zen, oh mama! . . . !

Purr and growl at once, waiting for the assault of the dominant ones, ready for the kill now

Licking paws, groomin’ the mate and being groomed for the next dinner, lovin’ crossbones

Time and Space are the planet’s matrix for this stage of life, death, survival of the fit & mighty

Put yourself in the place of your dead ancestors, they’re not here, not there, nowhere, trinity?

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 24, 2018 @ 4:11 AM PDT

{ drafted while listenin’ to #GRATEFUL dead on youTube link to the #DEADBOX @ https://youtu.be/ePU2Ygv1ILU }

#GratefulDead @GratefulDead

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WangDangDoodle in the #BlueDiamondPipes

DIRTY DOGS AND A GENTLEMAN

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, September 23, 2018

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You or I can talk our heads off until the cows come home, it won’t do any good

There is no place for heroes and no place for thieves to move from the city hood

Stayin’ within and putting up with the ‘tough’ guys who want to get a piece of you

You know they can’t unless it’s an ambush, so you just never know for real, I do.

Hair on the back of my neck stands up and pricks the cotton of my collar, I’m alert

For the millionth time, thugs don’t want to admit their proclivity to a weeping tyke

So, they give you the business as if you care about anything except cease and desist

Knuckles, fisticuffs or martial art magic, you do what needs to be done in the psyche.

Dreams and reality crush into the colonies and cause the states of the union & #Starwars

Prehistoric before the #Word and post-historic language diversification, gave us the cars

We drive to and fro in a panic or at leisure, colliding with other things not stoppin’ on dimes

Even dirty dogs get hit running across the road toward your head’s lights and chrome rims.

Slick hair parted down the middle of the road, widow’s peak split in two, Vaseline double-do

No wind and no quick hand could move the set coiffure, set until drenched with lye and soap

If the well has gone dry, you need to use the toilet’s water to rinse your scalp’s irritation rap

Sky ain’t cryin’ no more but you will be when canines lick-up the funk that follows, oh crap.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 23, 2018 AD @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted while mixin’ up a #JukeJoint #Boilermaker at this solo-party, drama ain’t stoppin’ no @KokoTaylor screamin’ HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BEHrBHSbFa8 }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#God #DeepHead #DownWithAnUpDownMode #ColdBeer #IceChest #Pontoon #BeachGirls

DOWN WITH AN UP-DOWN MODE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Saturday, September 22, 2018

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Souls flyin’ around, up and down with gravity, back and forth with the wind, revolutionary Id

Tryin’ to get out of the skull ever since the conception of the thing itself, Essence of ma n’ pa

Take a note, you know the old saying, I will remind you here and now, hands up, don’t shoot

Stay out of the way of the enforcers of the rules and regulations, be obedient or above the law.

It’s not my intention to get the mob to start a riot in the city, in the county, country or world

I drank more alcohol and water than anyone on Earth, ate everything growing out the ground

A flight in the air or a trip on or under the ground, under the ocean down to the core, it’s Void

At absolute center, drink a shot n’ a beer, dream’ll be all over, God’s all jacked, idiotic bound.

Free birds die just like the dead kites fly, up and down, it must always go down to the ground

Free Will has nothing to do with the absolute Truth, you don’t have One, lost can’t be found

Freebies for everyone on the dole from the Big Brother who watches you mate and eat it raw

Or a girl, twins, triplets added to Aid For Dependent Children of the dastardly father’s jigsaw.

You who reads this tripe, stay positive and pretend you don’t know that you’ve lost your mind

There’s never more than One in the final curtain’s drop down on the stage floor, deaf n’ blind

There’s nothing up above and there’s nothing down below right here and now, up n’ down, I

No apologist will repair the origin’s intent, to lose and find the nature of a bobber or a fly.

Mighty virus and bacteria, atomic solar systems engulfed in the galactic mud, blood n’ beers

Every day is the beginning of the weekend, wealthy, impoverished, under or over nourished

Breathing the air in and out in a safe place of the empty space on the block, havin’ no fears

Complicated smoke rising from Being’s ground, it’s a soul’s spirit, It is Ga, stuff God dished.

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r j j stephan, i { *dedicated to dearly departed #Mama ‘T’ who used to tell me “go fly a kite!” }

c. September 22, 2019 AD @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #UpDown on loop link @ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }

#WWARD ????? #WhatAreTheOddsOfFate ????? { 0:0 } #VOIDED