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NEW MEN PROTECTION, FLIGHT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 1, 2018
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Former this and that, the usual #FakeNews comin’ out of the squawk box of the Earth ray

It’s not my fault, it’s not your fault, it’s not our fault that this Earth is this far from star sons

We didn’t make it, we don’t sustain it, all we do is rearrange the molecular structure of DNA

Backwoods in the Bayou or back to the bays of the continental crust above deep water runs.

I know you don’t know me and you never will, vice versa and that makes no difference at all

You could live alone as a hermit-orphan and not know any people and it would be the same

Attached only to the food and the sleep and the avoidance of the pain from irritations of God

Rocked and rolled until the cows came home and then used the proceeds, excrete goldenrod.

Near and far from the end of the universe there is One thing that always remains, I’m dyin’

That is that there is only One dreamer, not many characters who think that they are gods

A dreamer dreams this dream, that’s me, not you or them or anyone else, I’m the eagle flyin’

Penetration mystery, the Who, the What and the Where leaves you with the How and Why.

And then you awaken while still dreaming and find the ease of intent and will to gitterdone

One way or another just the thought of the need fulfills the essence of intent causing screws

No mother or father could ever tell their young children that existence itself is #FakeNews

Giving the Truth after the pain and suffering of childbirth is far from reality, hot #Shotgun.

Unstable logic leading to beliefs in irrational conclusions on false inference assumptions

In the field of the third dimension, fourth or fifth, it is indeed what it is tonight and today

Tomorrow has not arrived, the planet revolves around revolvers and the fire in our bones

You are ready to go into protection mode, ready to bid adieu to desperate friends’ moans.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 1, 2018 Monday @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to The Rolling Stones #ShesSoCole & #GUTS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/jo34VhfcetU }

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@ricoSacto #ricoSacto #PlayingWithFire #KnockThatChipOffOfYourShoulderRich - thanks pops, a quote from papa, daddio @AlbertRichardStephan

THE STRUGGLE, IT’S TIME’S SPACE

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Sunday, September 30, 2018 

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You believe you aren’t descended from the warriors who survived the struggle to be dense

Even God needs a blow job every so often, it helps to rock your true Self to sleep in the deep

Undersea or outer-space is #InAndOut of the dream, don’t you know it? It all makes sense

A quick slice or a long stab, watching the life run out of the bad thing you gotta eat or bury.

If you don’t eat it and the dead meat rots to high heaven, you will move upwind to be free

Stench of the death’s ebb and flow, makin’ you wonder if to be or not to be is a question’s glee

Free choice doesn’t exist, everything is a cause and effect of the intended grace we display

Born and raised to rock the babies and ladies to sleep when they least expect a really bad day.

Completely foolish and above the law, It’s where the creator resides, in your own mind’s eye

Don’t wait for the third eye to weep, it has no tears and the sun don’t shine inside the big guy

Only the rocking motion of the cradle can put the divine down on the ground, its own Being

Nothing further from the truth than that this Dream you and I sleep in, is NOT a sham-fake!

Trained by the elders to be brutal and ruthless to win every battle and war against the who#e

She never lets the sun shine on the freedom river, only in the darkness’ whole black hole ho

On the border and on the loose, ridin’ the pale horse with my black cowboy hat tipped howdy

Movin’ on to the campfire, suppertime and lookin’ for a reason to remain alive as if it’s duty.

It ain’t a duty, no obligation to secure my pledge to survive until I die with a smile, got it son?

Did everything with eyes wide open, except when I got rocked to sleep on the way to prison

I am innocent, someone else is guilty but it ain’t me, I wasn’t there and I didn’t do it, trust me

Would I like to? Remove you, my father, my confessor, my mother’s magic slight of handy.

Creator destroyed in a brief stint here and now, promised immortality’s deceit, delivered fear

Death’s the utmost, revered ending for thinking things, if you’re A WARRIOR, now hear this

Do the time where the sun never shines and the river of liberty has no course near your arse

How long ‘fore you realize this Truth? Rocked asleep in Space again, Time itself’s G.D. farce.

Measure the spin of the dirty rock as it rolls around the ecliptic path of it’s electronic particle

Neutron stars are blown every microsecond to pretend that all of this means more than Krill

Shrimp in a terrestrial ocean, evolving consumables for free shark and barracuda, God’s meat

How long mortality lasts with bits of pleasure & pain, mighty gods, GD ElonMusk.TV, sweet!

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r j j stephan, i { * THE HEADER is artwork by John Buscema from 1979 A.D. }

c. September 30, 2018 Sunday @ 06:41 hours (AM) P.S.T.

{ written in 10 repeats of the Eagles mighty hits on youTube #HowLongWomanWillYouWeep link @ https://youtu.be/LmW5McLF-Uk }

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I AM IRISH, WHY i DO NOT CRY? *

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, September 29, 2018

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Listen up my friends, if you’re a leprechaun and you know it, give me a high five, #yoyo

A party when you are young is just a party until you find that somebody has stalked you

Just because you were the quarterback of the football team and all around a jock’s strap

But there’s a lot of #Haters in and out of the capitol so if your eyes are wide open, smack!

You can be slandered by the left or the right but in the end, it doesn’t really matter at all

Your mother and father are proud of you even if haters lie about you and slander, with gall

They come out of the woodwork, the lovers and seekers of the #Limelight, sweet old boozer

No makeup to make your face look less worn and withered by the #Sunlight, beautiful loser.

I know you know that I know what you mean when you say what you say about things, I know

Moments in Time are always exactly on the money, paying attention to the dreams that flew

Cows come home after you get to sleep in bed, blacked out about every last thing you did, yep

If you can’t remember EVERYTHING then someone MAY remember you, because you blew.

If my daughter told me that she was jumped on by the quarterback of a football team, uh-oh!

It would have been an epic career for the youngster, if the charges were false, well you know

It’s a condition of propositional logic, how our brain works and makes a mind appear to be

To take full responsibility for every action the body and mind take, every day, have no fear.

DO NOT JUDGE ME and I will not judge you, if you judge me then I will judge you, that’s it

That’s all there is to it, judge not lest ye be judged translated from the Aramaic, just say ‘duh’

Our fathers who aren’t in heaven have gone to hehl and they can’t get out, their souls’re dead

Our fathers bequeathed this mother’s egg, if you say so and so it did, our God’s a star’s Nova.

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r j j stephan, i { *Here Come The Judge - Judge Brett Cavanaugh's meme in header - cred }

c. September 29, 2018 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PDT

{ written while listenin’ to Boz Scaggs & Duane Allman & a cornucopia of sharps and flats on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oTFvAvsHC_Y }

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