#PULLitOUT #SomethingInYourMouth #OnTheHunt

SIGNIFY PINKY-INDEX SIGNALS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, November 19, 2018

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You know what that looks like if you’re not blind, you can kiss my #Nickelback rockin’ hoots

Bodies speakin’ sound, repeating live digs, processed pricked holes into a goddess’ reboots

Goin’ in the out door and never sayin’ goodbye, just a hardy fare well, see you soon, ya goon

Not that anyone cares, not even starving kin, that you die alone, they do too, godly monsoon.

Alright now, put me from my naked birth into my blue jeans and cowboy ten gallon hat

Drivin’ cattle and playin’ in a rock and roll band at night, just to see powder on your nose

Bein’ the one who gets to look at your naked beauty means that my fortunate way is Fat

Comin’ in and out of the closed doors that were not locked, nobody wondered, I got close.

Perfect nights and days movin’ conscious minds from pretension to faxed #FakeNews, sons

It’s always YES, that is always the answer, today, yesterday and every day, doom conclusions

Wherever the gods rock, if they are rockin’ in an immortal #Cloud9 waitin’ for a motherboard

Animals, humans, insects, humans, bacteria and viruses and yes, nothing more nor less Lord!

I see the moonlight shinin’ on the bay and I’m havin’ machine-gun flashbacks of God analysis

Believe in the blindness of the faith in nothing you sense with your intellectual capacity’s kiss

Holy reflection of The Emptiness of the Thing without matter or energy, rockin’ fake-infinity

Like an invisible obelisk at the bottom of every bottle of Mex-Cali worm from the angels’ city.

Read and rewrite the horror of the words that repeat ad infinitum, just for grandmothers’ kin

Cousins, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, father, mother of God, wisdom’s holy invisible skin

Covering the bleached white bones, everybody’s skeleton is from the Peg’s dispenser, baby ‘C’

Saved me from the blazes of hell above and below the here and now, gratitude, we are Thee!

Shout out loud when there’s no air around your face or body, you’ll hear nothing loud n’ clear

Imagine leavin’ your place in space, go out toward the moon, Venus, Mars, lost in Dead Space

Between the stars, between our sun and the Earth, it’s a matter of mysterious plethoras of gas

Last song ends, instruments destroyed on stage, All holy Smoke, we’ll take a bow, my heroes.

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r j j stephan, i * #YouOnlyLiveOnce #WTFAreYouWaitinFor ?

c. BLOVEMBER 19, 2018 LUNDI @ 7:11 AM PST

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to Nickelback HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/g9uAtMmqT2A & @LynyrdSkynyrd #OnTheHunt link  @ https://youtu.be/icmF1NE0tg4 }  

  W.W.A.R.D.?

#ProfilesToDiscourage #FakeNews @FakeNews

A CRUNCH, A BANG & REX’ DREAM*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 18, 2018

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Concrete shoes on my feet when you checked me out to the lake, a drop, empty bag of bones

Gangs banged the holes in the walls of the rubber green plants with their apple cellphones

Some died young and some are still alive close to a century thanks to my Hippocratic Oath

A vow of the witch doctor, shaman awakened with salves and concoctions, pills after birth.

Compared to yesterday, tomorrow will be late as today is a bit too early, a First Cause move

For no good or evil reason, from a constant mass of Origin fusion comin’ in a smooth groove

As if we were never here at all, no feet on this ground of being, no hands in action, clear skin

Recorded historical language on sheepskin and tree paper pulp, gone in a forest fire’s burnin’.

Suddenly, before anyone is aware of what’s happening, the hot fire turns to frozen ice, again

It appears and disappears like prestidigitation of my forefathers, slight of hand keep it sane

You don’t know like I know what it’s like to be told one thing and it’s misunderstood as lies

So sad these old men and women who lived before us didn’t know the purpose of Life of Man.

Ignorance is propagated by the deceivers who rule the roosts of civilization, far inner Space

Idiots and intellectual genii have mutated the genome into an adaptable bag of a boned face

Perception, intellectual indoctrination and broken i-Rules of Engagement, fit survival’s sake

Cool as it is, your moment of being down with love on a blue marble’s all “News of the Fake.”

Sun burns the life, melts the rock, annihilates the moments of time and puts the zero in Void

Queens and singers record speculation on what it is, why we’re here and when to move next

All of it on the record to read in the babble of the towers that leaked the secrets of Pink Floyd

First or last, #BigBang #BigCrunch #Unknown’s solid chocolate creeps, Dreamweaver’s sex.

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r j j stephan, i * {I ain’t} *

c. BLOVEMBER 18, 2018 A.D. @ 12:00 noon high PM

{ drafted in the rock and stone left by a #BigBang of a #BigBandInTheSky & listenin’ to the mighty Stephen Hawking’s 1991 #ABriefHistoryOfTime link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MtvcwvByR8 & jammin’ on Nickelback Brasil https://youtu.be/j4y-RzVGrHg }

  W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoYouWannaGetDown? @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #InSlowMotion

BITIN’ MY NAILS, HAMMER DOWN!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 18, 201

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If only I could turn into stone and have someone chip my rock into sitting, thinking schtick

Call it nothing but sediment from the Big Bang or granite from the calcified gas magic trick

Making this humanity out of nothing is a miracle, you’ve got to conjecture, PS. divine unseen

Hee Haw accidental boiling of gas and a Supernova pinch of Space’s & Time’s country queen.

My feet won’t be up at the end, they’ll be toes up but I won’t be anything but skin and bone

It’s not my fault, don’t blame me for seeing the scat right in front of my eyes, my headstone

My name that my parents gave me is etched into the granite to let nobody know I was here

Just like old #Kilroy I am guilty of leavin’ my trace of breath-fogged window of hu-man fear.

Singular or plural entry into the pool of dreams, sins, schemes, double talkin’ mini-microbes

If you are not reincarnated by the invisible power of the sun’s hydrocarbon in godlike robes

Makin’ a man upstairs responsible for the tilt of the Earth, it’s wobble, rotation and orbitals

Like electrons spinnin’ around bubbles of nuclei full of protons and neutrons, charged balls.

Like a rack of billiard balls ‘bout three quarters off of the dot matrix, chaos is just like this

You don’t know and can’t even ask what’s goin’ on here, just you gotta believe in somethin’

Reminisce the cool summer nights, goin’ out to romance the young, tenderly motorboatin’

Findin’ fear in the father’s eyes that the daughter would get hurt in a world that wasn’t his.

Just like me, all the pretty maids I laid in a row from fifteen to fifty were unreasonably won

Just a smile and a word got the little pretties beside my in my father’s cars, at night, no sun

Periscopes were up, submarines were down under the dashboard lights, in love every time

I was but the poor scared lambs of their fathers could not taste my sweet amour on a dime.

On the last shelf at the bottom of the closet, your hillbilly grandfathers left you a secret key

To the vault where the Truth is kept safe from those who would doubt their own minds-eye

Seeing through proud window to another side, peering at the unbelievable, inexplicable Void

Inside and outside are identical, #HammerIsDown, you feel me, Pink is the New Black Floyd.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 18, 2018 A.D. @ 3:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to some Blake Shelton #TheMoreIDrinkTheMoreIDrink honky tonkin’ etc, etc on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/A3MGfJ3eMGA }

 W.W.A.R.D. ?