BlowinDownTheRoad

DRANK A 5TH ON THE 7TH, JD or JB
BY

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 8, 2018

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Named Jack or Jim makes no difference to me after the 6th shot & Cervesa, Corona paid C’s

I blazed a trail from the back door of the bar, walked down an alley, slid in the tricky blow

Fell down, blacked out before my graduation from grad school at MIT, kiddin’ it was Hades

Worked for the Federal government of a “manned” country for 25 years, escapee in the flow.

A curmudgeon for good times but an ignorant pessimist, who has no need for hope or faith

All he needed in his life was love but he couldn’t find anyone that loved him more than he

So he left the planet without the touch of another who bleeds love in their veins, he’s wraith

A symbol of all that’s impossible and improbable yet true enough for a bizarre word of glee.

Compound the simple minded with the inhumane and you have the world as we know it now

It may or may not change with the whiff of time, velocity ‘bout 67,000 MPH, retrograde too

Bottom line is, it’s a miracle that we’re here at all much less for years of happiness and pain

Happy people due to love and sad, unhappy folks here, there and everywhere, hating disdain.

A train went by my bedroom window, by my workplace work station and now it’s in my alley

Runs along the coast, under n’ through woods n’ mountains from Sierras to New York n’ back

Dug deep holes for the gold and I found nothing but the dirt under my boots, eatin’ the taffy

Between my shots and beers and smokes of the leaves of tobacco and grass, it’s my life, Jack!

When the shakes start makin’ me cramp up into a ball and my feet feel like they need homes

Not under my legs but in a six foot deep end hole, more or less, someplace to lay down bones

All of these little brothers n’ sisters wanting the dream to come true, they won’t get hurt at all

When you die dreamy hope dies with you, it never hurts the dead, just a free-will in free-fall.

by

r j j stephan, i { <3 span=""> is more precious than #Gold }

c. ROCKTOBER 8, 2018 @ 11:30 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Darius Rucker & other rockin’ hits on youTube link like #RockMeMama @ https://youtu.be/hvKyBcCDOB4 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

CRUCIFICTION, IBM AND THE HANDS LEFT ON THE DECK @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

IBM CRUCIFIED, HANDS ON DECK

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 4, 2018 _______________________________
| _anon_____XXXXXX___ymous____|

Which international business machines will bring Ends to apostasy’s rules of an engagement Lying about Earth’s position in the pantheon of Cosmic soup, Chicago Cubs’ gone home, sent Where is the place in Outer-Space, here on Earth from the Past’s presence or any future Time This Humanity conceived from gametes, miraculously survive gestation birth, I drop a dime.

If you happen to be born on the planet as either René Descartes or Buddah, you’re high above Where you and I get to read and share this One thought that we’re all joker-loner white doves Nobody’s outside of this planet’s atmosphere other than possible UFO’s that use light’s speed A dead man, Frederich Nietzsche opined on the Nature of a #Beast within, Adam’s evil seed

Overlook Truth, that #Religion charges humanity with sins, mortal, immortal, do unto you Your being, sense of Self, your bundle of memories is not only imaginary misery but divine Princes’ princesses born to queens and kings of gold buried in the star dirt, black and blue Earth, the planet, where life grows from the ground, what’s left of the burned out soul hole

Crying out loud or screaming your breath, your wind to the nothingness of being, vacuumed Pertaining to the day prior to your conception by your gamete donors, that’s the rub, Zoomed Magnified or miniaturized in minds of orphans and the destitute refuse of civilization, God is Dead only because God was not only never ANIMATED, never an ANIMAL but also, Void Is

I’m not the only one who believes Nothing but wait, I AM the only ONE, existence’s essence There is a Way down the middle path, I am on that road, you may or may not be, no worries Look away from your problems, world or personal and realize you’re gonna die too, any time Any day or night for any number of reasons, intentional or accidental malfunction into slime

An epic tale in the middle of the evolution of being creating the end of a star’s event horizon You’re bored to tears with your face’s mirrored image, getting wrinkled, sunken, all shrunken Inside your mind, where the recollection of the essence resides, the lion sleeps, hungry, God Species’ extinction’s under a magic carpet, sky cried God, mob justice ruled, I drag a hotrod

by rjj stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 4, 2018, Thursday @ 3:33 AM PS

{ drafted while listenin’ to The Brothers Osborne #PushinUpDaisies & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0 }

{ “I’d promise you forever if I could...I’d do it over and over again...We ain’t gittin’ outta this love alive! ‘til we’re pusshin’ up daisies baby!” -- The Brothers Osborne }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SettingYouStraightInTwentyOneEight @Armstrong&Getty #Armstrong&Getty #FakeNews

#GOOGLE #GOD, HOLY SH! #BTTW

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · c.Friday, October 5, 2018

 

Scales have never been tilted in any “Thing’s” favor, before or after your placenta/afterbirth

After you get off of this planet, you won’t be alive, it’s not my fault, just layin’ raw, blood truth

Like your daddy did when he claimed that your ma should give up her personal voided scree

It’s making time, without showin’ the lead/gold It may have stolen/earned, tax-less and free.

God in heaven is actually all in the mind of the “All Too Human” hippocampus or cortex

Understanding and Knowledge’s Wisdom are vacant notions from the abyss’ infinite vortex

It ain’t my fault that I put two plus two together and get four either, landsakes beer’s in kegs

My notion of popes and dictators is not a bridge over troubled water, it’s a leap of my legs.

If you think a cartoon character of a dream state in the mind of an LSD dosed USAF veteran

You have no concept of the reality of this or that that happened to your ancestors, all in Sin

The Mortal Sin of this place in space at this moment in time is that your ancestors killed God

I am not in this mix of chaos for the trip of just havin’ something to do, Buddah’s the hotrod.

For the love of money and the kiss of death, my heart and soul are invisible in a tiny chimera

Surprised that there was even a glimmer of light in the pitch black gangway, come on lady

Deeper than purple before the black, deep down inside the empty vacuum, oh my, oh Mama

Not “His” and not “Hers” but “It’s” the nature of the #Beast, easy my man/woman, my baby!

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r j j stephan, i

c. October 5, 2018 @ Friday 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the mighty Jim Bohannon idol speculation talk show from 4-6 AM PST on Talk 650 KSTE then onto the mighty Armstrong & Getty 6-10 AM PST }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

W.W.A.R.D.?