#THANKSGIVING #PILGRIMS & #HILLBILLIES

 YOU KNOW, THING IS, LIFE KILLS!

#ByeBye

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 22, 2018

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No seat belt on, that saved my life, the truck was cut in two, the jaws of life had set me free

Stuck in a hospital in traction, getting sick with the viral/bacterial cells of hospitality MD’s

Sick and on meds, meds and getting sicker and more sick of being sick than an actual sneeze

Complicated in the ignorance of the living cells around you and I, #ChiTown freedom, please?

It’s a city of bad smells for a reason, the lake’s fish and recycled edibles overwhelm schnozes

Put your nose deep into the business that is none of yours but is everybody else's, ma’s & pa’s

An aroma of blood spilled on the hot asphalt and concrete of the bad smell city, road boozes

To the skin and bones, the head and face of the beautiful and the ugly, #mooshed into a pizza.

It may be a form of life you’ve never seen or heard of before, a mighty virus or bacteria cell

Macrophages carrying a load of survival and extinction all in one bag, awaiting variation hell

Where the things that look similarly familiar to the family are nothing but the enemy’s kin

They want to be your friend, your mate and then run out of your pleasure and move, again!

On and on until the lights go out, you and I have no choice except to be and avoid a matricide

No killing mother Earth or Father sun with an atomic implosion/explosion, #BigBang patricide

Nothing left to imagine in the Void where you and I hope never to be, never will to be or Not

It cannot be done, to be in a Void, a contradiction in terminology, conflict of me eyes, I-robot.

Complete, utter sensationalism down there below the ground locked in a coffin, soft n’ warm

Denial and avoidance of the facts of life is a survival mechanism, avoid hopeless depressions

Stay out of the troughs where your body disappears with your conscious awareness’ silkworm

Daughters and others than me conceived, #FakeNews guilty by nature, god‘s adam sins.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 22, 2018 AD { Pilgrims Creek, Roseville, California, thank you my friends! }

{ drafted while thinkin’ about the cheaters who blow in and out of our lives thinkin’ that: @AlrightAlrightAlright is the thing, nobody is gittin’ out alive baby! &...of course, not in a vacuum and listenin’ to the Tesla the Band HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9vwHuCC6nP8?list=PLS5X54f9JXXZ4CsA8IJOFhnKTpZg6QOmK }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#SUPERCOPS #HappyThanksgivingThunderWarriors

HEROES, PRECIOUS SUPERCOPS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 22, 2018

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It’s a secret that the people of our nation are protected beyond their wildest dreams, Kids!

#Supercops made from nothing and don’t exist anywhere on dirt or steel, workin’ off grids

Men and women, mean and nasty by nature, controlled chaos in a tight, a super-pack bless

Things done, unknown and without any knowledge to the masses or the media of the press.

Secrets in the service, secrets hidden from the idiots and morons who provide viral extinction

If allowed to control the narrative of the history, using the words expressing the thoughts’ kin

Put on the armor of amour, sacrifice your life to nobody anywhere, come on! God is all blue

Please me and please you without the pleasure of the feelings, the emotional baggage of you.

Punks gathering with the monkeys at the table to reconnect with the others, human herds’ ilk

Cousins, mothers, grandfathers, brothers, sisters and husbands of wives all drank white milk

Add the subtractions and the multiplications of the divisions in the units, add it all up to zero

Nothing left after everything’s gone, if you can’t sense the things any more, you’re dead, Doh!

Dressed in the regalia of the birds, the feathers of the national bird, here is my mama’s tease

No meatballs and no pasta on the day of the Pilgrims Creek, Roseville, California of the herds

No caviar of the Sturgeon and no burgers and rice of the Euro-Asian cuisine, pigs and words

Thank the Earth for the rotation and the wobble around the sun, eat your carrots and peas!

Garden of Eden is the Garden of Eve, the creator left us here all alone with fire and a cook

Still here after thousands of years of killing to stay alive, to eat and protect our belongings

From the drifters and grafters, orphans untaught by the genome to behave, to avoid dEvils

God’s bad guys never know a ‘myth’ hits ‘em, This is The Way of Warriors, Supercops Live!

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 22, 2018 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST #Thanksgiving

{ drafted while listenin’ to the echo of the last 67 years of #Thanksgivings inside my cranium and listenin’ to the way we got here in my opinion, WAR THE BAND link @ https://youtu.be/WJMAzHaPaOU & masticating on the rocky mountain bull testicles, #PrairieOysters ! }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AAAFerociousScowlingPussycat #TablesAreTurned

 

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ON BEING A GHOST’S SMILIN’ FACE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, November 21, 2018

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There is nothing to it all, don’t worry and be happy is all you needed to do, a myth, voodoo

Making the matter of gold appear to be the bad and ugly when it is the good, that’s Leftism

Pure and simple thrust toward a Big Brother and Big Sister, Big Mama, singers of the Blue

Upset that life’s thrown screwballs over my home base, I swung on time, twisted the screw.

Put the whole house of cards together in nineteen years of programming a mojo’s job blow

All gone in sixty seconds of basic training in a panhandle’s Mex-Tex, F-recruiters leaked lies

Idiots and a huge bunch of women in uniform, waiting to kiss my cold lips in hehl fire below

Mathematical certainty I doubt, crucified sex, a number One mythology, good God-man dies.

Stupid non-sequitor statements of men and women, fittest survival among prideless lion cats

Pets to keep fed in the sunlit cave, no hunger left to worry about being eaten before the rats

Ugly and scarey if you look at a rat right in the face, eye to eye, mano a mano, chills up spines

Shiver and a shake getting godlike survival skills to boot up, almighty control of sixteen lines.

There’s a con job that fools you and fools me but the fool that can’t be fooled is the First Fool

Not the first or subsequent fool-tool created from the Nothingness of a wishing well cesspool

Perfect and perfunctory, ballin’ in confusion, the apathy is pathetic, robots will burn the joint

I am out of the circle, a square triangle in a pentagram’s hexagram, an angle’s linear tippoint.

Off of the grid of the social media platform again, the pressure is invisible and imaginary Ga

Living or dead, the bodies come and go in and out of existence, related to the empty vacuum

Historical record of etchings on rock walls, pen’s ink, pencil’s lead gave us a record of my Ra

These are the good, bad and ugly words of Mankind’s Way, #ShieldsHigh #FakeNews scum.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 20, 2018 @ 12:12 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Cheech and Chong again #BigBamboo #TorturedOldMan & HITS on youTube link @https://youtu.be/Vsu80OG3R20 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?