#PredatorHungerAndShotguns

 #BrownEyedGirl #DaysLIkeThis

IT’LL BE DONE, I’M GOD’S GOLD!

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 20, 2018

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Far away from magic homes back in the Fifty States, being a Chain’s here, Cheech and Chong

Skinny or fat you were before, now just the skulls and bones, y’all are the rocks of the bong

Fat-bottomed country or city girls, skinny-legged bad boy souls mix in the halls of SingSing

Cream on top of the sweetness that we all require every single morning, eye-wide opening.

Pay for things you will never see or enjoy the pleasure of, pay up all of you, work work work

Give it all you’ve got, creatin’ God’s distinguished DNA genome-animates beyond extinction

Being most fit to survive is the way of the Beast, this man anyway who swims in endorphins

You’ve got the almighty to answer to when this life pokes your eyes out, due to original sins.

So, therefore, hence, in the end, finally, it’s over, the beast lies dead, white eyes wide open

I will bring up the subject and comment on this object of ‘all too human’ fear of extinction

On the hunt for the living things to kill and eat to survive and be the fittest, food kiss of God

From the hands to the mouths of babes when the “Milk of The Way” dehydrates to wet mud.

Two billion dollars will get you immortality, ask anyone in the Great Beyond, gods always lie

Figure out the facts based on your use of logic and reason, the tools of Plato wax pre-Socratic

When the deduced inductions settle into the conscious realization that all you can do is die

Well Almighty then, man is irresponsible, not responsible, there is No Free Will, so get high!

All of the education has forced me without my own free will, to say what men do fear to know

What women fear to know too, the words and thoughts you shield from your soul’s big show

This is it, this life is all you get, there is no after this life, grab this moment by the spirit’s Om

There is no other way, blind faith in mama and papa won’t work, orphanage of Zeus’ Rome.

Fight each other to the death or live in peace and harmony until you your last breath is free

It doesn’t matter if you cannot gasp the logic and reason of deductions, trust me, it’s a bust

Do not doubt the fact that you are here in this space, you live right here, right now, you see?

Now you got it pops? Hell is what we’re in, a chain of weak links in an open, golden flower.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 20, 2018 AnnoDomini @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Aretha Franklin #FreewayOfLove & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA?list=RDIp_pjb5_fgA & @JoeSatriani #BorgSex link @ https://youtu.be/kSBwsNcjiFo?list=RDkSBwsNcjiFo }

& @SATCH @

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PULLitOUT #SomethingInYourMouth #OnTheHunt

SIGNIFY PINKY-INDEX SIGNALS *

by

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*

by

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.?