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MIX MINE WITH #151

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 27, 2018

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You know that you’re no good without me givin’ you the hot tips on gettin’ along doggies

We had some fun before the #151 but after, well, I don’t remember any of it, lost my keys

Still can’t find my truck, I thought I parked it across the street from the bar, it’s my fault

I think I drove drunk and on the way straight to hell, I stopped at this bar for a shot of malt.

It was after five and Friday night after the high school football game, my wife liked the tug

I went out for a drink or two at the #DeepEnd drinkin’ hole, goin’ up and down with the rum

We lived Up and we lived Down but I piled all of my bottles up in a neat pile, what a chump

So we didn’t have to worry about fallin’ down into the darkness, after I drank the whole jug.

So, after I couldn’t use logic and reason any longer, after the fourth black JD, lights went out

Didn’t see daylight until the whiskey emptied, ‘round noon and in whiskey drenched sheets

Patriotic patriots pretending to protect the proper people, leaving the sewage to little feets

We all walk and roll around from place to place until the movement ceases, just don’t pout.

It’s not your fault and it’s no skin off of your arse to the Pale Horses of the ones who keep me

In the deep state of the centerfold, there is an old, rotten, dirty bastard that follows the flow

Where is the New World Order boogie man or boogie woman? Is it the end of the terror yet

Probably a ruse to replace the World War sequence, there won’t be a WW 3, that you can bet.

Here’s some old news that will burn the barn down with the cows and horses inside, all dead

151 rum’s beginning to flow into my brain and the mind is wandering away from logical dread

I served the wine to the priests when I was a young boy, changed the water into wine, ate God

They made me do it when I was 7, I confessed no sins, I became the One, Holy Ghost’s blood.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 27, 2018 @ 4:04 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to the best “old” broadcast EVER, William Cooper to the sheeple of the world, link @ https://youtu.be/KMlE6aiDFfY & the interview @ https://youtu.be/QAv5eLfEdQ4 }

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Wednesday, September 26, 2018

 

You may or may not follow a deductive or inductive argument in favor of skepticism’s Id biz

Checking it out, the situation you’ve been in for years and years or just a few minutes, in debt

Makes absolutely no difference if it’s a hundred years on Earth or One day, this is all there is

No heaven and no hell to entertain your hopes and dreams about the fear of terminal death.

In a word or in a dream behind your eyes, this passes for a nightmare with beliefs full of scat

Seduced by the offers of the phantasmagoria, one foot in front of the other is just not enough

Ready to jump out of a skyscraper window because the building is burning down, it’s smokin’

To fly for the last time, without wings and smash into the ground, 208 bones and blood splat.

You may or may not follow the deductive and inductive arguments in favor of skepticism’s Id

But I know that you don’t know like I know what’s so deep in my soul, with the gold and lead

Awaiting consciousness transmutation, back into the precursor of my accidental conception

Assuming without a brain, devoid of a mind, no conscious awareness, a Nothing soul, a Sun.

If the sun fails to rise or set, Earth will die, the entire universe and God itself, depends on US

Thirds stone from the sun with a satellite blue moon, everything dies without the solar terms

Politics and Economics are not the concern, it’s my concern to survive the viral hostile germs

Part of the hole’s a sliced piece of cake, you will be exiled from paradise on a greyhound bus.

Alright this may be It, all that she ever wrote and left in the archives, buried in the cold caves

If the stars align, you may see a meaning to life before you die, pray before someone else does

Appearances are everything, timing is everything, without the appearance in Time, we’re air

Nothing without the forms and shapes of the matter, Energy Void in a Vortex, I don’t care.

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r j j stephan, i  {* the header is my #Muse who moves the thing I sit upon! That’s all folks!}

c. September 26, 2018 AD @ 2:22 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to the Everlast #SmokingAndDrinking & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/mYGGfK4bqVs }

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