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Sunday, November 11, 2018

#NothingMatters & #WhatIfItDid #HeardItOnMyRadio #Queen #SteveieRayVaughan #FreddieMercury

#SNAPS, I’sA #dozens ROYAL FLUSH

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 11, 2018
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In the middle of dead night up on the north pole’s moguls and snow-blind slopes, I fly above
Everywhere gets no higher than I do, call me bald but I’ve got feathers you can see all my love
A deep blue sea or under fire, smoke, dirt and rock you get buried within a pretender’s spirit
Where the matter of elder dust, asexual copied genes of RNA in the DNA nucleii, you got it?

Now and then the family’s needing some food and comfort in the dark nights, therefore I am
Nothing else to do here and now in the presented past and denied future dirty water scams
Games on the boards and the grounds of being, with the players, the rules and happy ending
Where the beans are counted and the gold is saved in the lead vaults of the planet’s lining.

Outside of this Earth, there is nothing for thousands of miles and then there is rolling rock
Between the emptiness of the Void and the Vacuum, Nothing is left to appear on the block
Staying out of tune for extended periods of time causes malfunctions in the junction, doubt
Only one of them and there are many more behind and ahead of where I stand in and out.

Dizzy up there in the heights of the abscence of everything, you know exactly what I mean
Even if you’ve forgotten your trip from the netherworld into the conceived DNA of a teen
Sudden birth, sudden death in the stars because you cannot blame it on the One sun, ours
That would be a destructive and burning hot First Cause, it would ruin Hollywood stars.

Walks and runs of fame’s fortune and neverending acts of naitivity, ignorance and fake news
From All Fathers without children and Mothers without husbands, you got it, TV-Radio ruses
Bitter people young and old, feeding off of young, helpless and hopeless, down-luck’s dumps
For a jinxed, stoned rock-play, happiness springs and falls, it’s the #TheDonald who trumps.

An appearance on the side of the road with the full metal jackets of your grandmother’s sons
Trucking from sea to sea, from Gulfs to borders of North and South poles of neutrons’ mix
All of our children want freedom and the ability to be civilized in their neighborhood matrix
Here’s the serving of man you waited for, the #Manburger, eagles just runnin’ the #Dozens.

by
r j j stephan, i { "blazing", "hiking", "roasting", "capping", "clowning", "ranking", "ragging", "rekking", "crumming", "sounding", "checkin", "joning", "woofing", "wolfing", "sigging", or "signifying" }
c. BLOVEMBER 11, 2018 AD @ 11:11 AM PST
{ DRAFTED b4 the #Daylight was blocked by the For those in the path of the CaliforniaFires Malibu WoolseyFire, #GodBlessYall, & may comfort be in your near future & listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan ‘LIVE’ Montreaux link @ https://youtu.be/S2uMYyAKFvU }
FINIS
 
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Saturday, November 10, 2018

#MetDownOnTheBorderRioGrande #EatinSaltyPeanutsOutTheCan #OutlawsHadUsPinnedUsDown #CiscoCameInBlasting #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

 SHE GAVE IT T’ME, O’ER MY #787 *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 10, 2018
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It was in a New York Minute, yeah the NYC moment in time, big apple’s piece of mys-pace
Rode the buses and drove the cars and bikes to and fro, then suddenly, it’s all in your face
Into thin air, gone before I knew it, I had nothin’ but a ROAR noise, lies of what it all was
I’ve forgotten most of what it used to be yesterday, it’s all just an ever-incarnated kill-buzz.

The feet that you and I allow to walk all over us when it’s time to pick on a #Mark, use ‘em up
Truth or lies, how many people are in jail and prison are innocent of the crime of being a pup
Here and now in this present Time in this particular place in Space, watchin’ a ton of sunsets
One more, maybe none, who knows, wrong numbers might’ve been momentary mortal debts.

So, get ready, get set and go, lean to the left, lean to the right, stand up and sit down to fight
Without rocks, sticks or stones, hand to hand, foot to mouth combat until one sees the night
A challenge and a challenger requires a superstition that there’s a reason to be top dog DNA
To spread the genes far and wide, harems of infant incubators to mend the original sin, GA.

Daydreams now and nightmares in the unconscious mix the beliefs with the facts, yielding O
Big zero to cancel the things spelled and written on cave walls and on undersea volcanic flow
Frozen in the middle of nowhere, think twitchin’ and itchin’ outer-spaced, as below, so above
Don’t stop thinkin’ about it, do not waver, don’t think about your pain or pleasure or the love.

Center of your mama’s bull’s eye, when you were the end of the umbilical lifeline, a dot-speck
Knives won’t cut, bullets can’t shoot, fire don’t burn, angels’ wings unto me, all hands on deck
Martyrs for the cause and blank effect of having blind faith in a divinity’s penthouse top-floor
God knows, it’s consternation of a light-speed flight, flyin’ a #787 on LSD, First Cause w#ore?

Gonna bang the best of fatherless children, roam the cities’ courts and fields, all wet dreams
With or without the ethics, the morality of the Golden Rule of reciprocation, Do Unto Others
Rule of Karma known to orphans and queens, from the age of reason unto thy death, buzzers
Other than known facts, you’ll die like others before and after us, coughing Karmic screams.

by
r j j stephan, i { *header’s a brand new @Boeing787 that I will buy some day with CASH! }
c. BLOWVEMBER TEN, 2018 AD @ 10:10 AM PST
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Friday, November 09, 2018

#LovingYouWhetherItsGoodOrBad #OnFire @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

BROKEN IN TWO, I’M A SCATBACK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 9, 2018
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But wait, there is a will and that means there is a way, a low and high road to the finish line
Whether you go kickin’ and screamin’ isn’t important, what it is? You’re gonna need a blow
It ain’t my fault that all of the things that are right here and now are the way they are, so fine
Glad to be here even for a NYC minute, to rock steady here and now for a bit of the ho-show.

You and I have a history now but it will be defunct in a hundred years, ask your GG gramps
Don’t worry babies, y’all from birth to ninety-nine, you’ve been a grand prize, been champs
Y’all got out of the womb in time before miscarriage and abortion, raw meat for the bulldogs
Road down the middle of of the parade’s double yellow lines, stay straight up, writin’ blogs.

Freeways lettin’ us do eighty in the express lanes, right down the center side, concrete walls
Doin’ the speed limit, cruising and ridin’ high on the turnpike in the pink cadillac with balls
Pops and grandpa state troopers won’t get dragged in when I tell Smokey that I’m a banshee
All the way to the place I’m goin’ just because I’m a simple minded sone, they just cry to me.

So, now I give the highest tribute to ones who serve and protect us all, some more than others
Giving Time’s Space and Peace a blood sacrifice on the funeral pyres of sisters and brothers
Magic language, sounds of the whirlin’ planet wobblin’ on the axis, in the matrix, as you were
At ease or attention, it’s the obedience you payback for the honor to survive hominid culture.

Underneath the swami’s turbin, a skull protecting the perks of mankind, insufficiently rancid
To be alive on spinnin’ ground where idiots evolved, did a dirty dog, The Occult’s WWI skit
Soldiers looked like two hundred eight bones surrounding sperm and eggs, pay for the Fall
No sign of any life after your own death, poke a bear, idiot, the sanskrit scrall’s on the wall.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. BLOWVEMBER 9, 2018 @ 2:22 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to a load Soulmusic Aretha Franklin #SeeSaw (Your love is like...up, down, all around...) link @ https://youtu.be/QVlSdY6N7Dk }
 
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