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GRAND CHUCKIE, LET’S ROLL!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 27, 2019

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Well now, it takes a real long time to get the daughters and sons to get here to bloody Earth

Then when they arrive, they go drivin’ on the freeway and dating, makin’ abort or afterbirth

Taxpayers and future jumpstreeters who wait for the handouts, give pints of blood-sweat fee

No daddies to tell them what to do and how to do it, no Charlie Browns in my street thuggery.

Conceived and born in a stall in a barn like Jesus, but couldn’t get to the other side of the tent

Where the camels breathe the hot air and breath of dead brains of the nomads who feed them

One hump or two matters a bit for the dromedary impudence, to be or not to be, my question

I have the answer and it isn’t delectable, it leaves a foul taste in One mouth, I’m a mortal sin.

I wake up every morning since I was awakened from the dream called, mom’s neighborhood

Daddy was there and then he wasn’t, he died or never really existed, mama was a virgin’s kid

Grew up in a convent where her father was a priest of the religion that celebrates God’s death

One soul in a human body isn’t what the divine created it to be, Romans killed divine breath.

Genetic DNA analyzed to see that there is a missing link in man’s code, my freeway onto hell

Unknown thing, a thing itself, what it is nobody knows but without it we can’t drop the pedal

We’ll never get into the cruise mode to approach the speed of light’s disappearance of the Old

This dimension of time, right here and now in this space on Earth, in the U.S.A., sweet Gold.

My mansion is a hovel to most, in a cave without windows, one way in and one way out, mine

Regardless of the tone of my wordplay or voice or a look on my Sicilian/German/Irish wine

My grandma called my contorted faces, male, ugly or bad but I didn’t know it from my view

Jumped in, gettin’ out the way, my mama was havin’ 5 more babies, grandmama was my boo!

Inside nothing that’ll keep you safe and immortal for eternity, all you got’s blind faith’s hope

One second after your an my last breaths, last pump of the heart beat, my old slippery slope

Not hard to know before you die but it’s hard to live, to be happy about being alive knowing it

Just go, get embedded in the train, All there is, God never was, pink Cadillac Is, this kitschy?

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday January 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while looped to Aretha Franklin #FreewayOfLove in a loop link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/sD_MriSGa04 }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

#Secrets #FeelingAlright #Magic #Majique #Vamanos #HowFarIsHeavenAgain? #Chipmunks @BoysRoundHere

CONSIDER A SORCERER’S SOURCE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 25, 2019

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On the freeway or the turnpike or the highway or expressway or tollway, exercising my atoms

Movin’ the flow so it doesn’t slow down and die of being too slow, eaten by the hungry ones

Big teeth and empty bellies, claws and penchant for rippin’ flesh to shreds, get on your shoes

It’s all up to you and I how it’s all gonna go, turn up the tunes and drop the top, let us cruise.

Occult code of conduct from ancestors of #KublaKhanKlan, #Hammurabi or Annie Sullivan

Who they were becomes legend if it ever sees the light of day, must be livin’ right by the river

On a horse’s back, a bicycle’s seat, motorcycle brain bucket’s barred, free long hair flow, man

Leathers on arse and back, guns sunburned tan, lumped tattoo knots, a leather gloved hand.

OK, so found on the road anyway without a breath left in my chaps but I still see the traffic

Suddenly lights, sirens and uniformed, critical, flashing, blue, yellow and red lights aflick

Comin’ from the dead of the darkness of night, first in line is a point, a dot of an ink spot

Singin’ the songs of the sirens and birds of paradise, they looked nice from afar, so hot!

In this time in this space, your free will must adapt to the gravity of the wobbling globule

Wet mud, dry dirt, old star junk, burned out asteroid headed for the singularity’s crunch

No Big Bang except in the mind of the moonbeams, even when you’re copacetic, it changes

Nothing you can do unless you are the wizard of the magic spells, convocation alien fangs.

Try to get back on the horse and ride this one out, it matters that you jump right on in

Use your feet to walk or run, use your wheels to speed on down the freeway of eternity

Where the Earth won’t turn for you anymore, no more human interaction, a Dead Sea

Using the alpha and omega in the numerical abstraction, what’s burnin’ the sun’s kin?

Stars above, below and everywhere all around except millions of kilometers apart, a void

Try to tell me and prove that this consciousness you’re experiencing is more than a dream

Asleep is all I know, it’s all I’ve found that explains the bizarre facts of life, we’re an android

With all of the Time in the world of Space, let’s roll until the last stand, it’s comin, SCREAM!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday January 25, 2019 A.D. @ 9:62 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #FreewayOfLove ala #Queen Aretha Franklin again with her 2.5 million minions, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/sD_MriSGa04 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Psyche #ToxicWord & #Cosmos as nobody knows it! #Toxic @Toxic @CarlSagan @NeilDeGrasseTyson

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MATTER FORMA DEADMAN HAND

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 24, 2019

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Cowboys when they were needed and Indians without a choice, great spirits’ spider-man sins

All of them moved the innocent to the bag full of valor carried until thin air’s forces go up, fly

Used to be the small babies and children, teenage fighting men thrown in dark ass dungeons

Turned toward the burning star’s sunlight, wrinkled and desperate to stay and afraid to die.

Aces and eights is all I’ve ever wanted little mama, was it askin’ too much, I think, I am, see?

It’s whatever it takes to win the hand and bluff your way to the victory, embracing inferiority

Tempted to file for bankruptcy of ethics ‘cause without justice there is nothing but what I got

Injustice of treatment by ne’er do wells who ought to have followed Golden Rules but did not.

Unless you’ve got four aces or trip queens, the one-eyed jack will have to do for an old maid

Wanting to travel in the mist with the misfits is over the top, on a trip, on a boat or on a jet

Mixin’ it all up in the menu-do of sensation and recollection from the ancestral history, I bet

No one will ever know that pain and suffering I had before the seventh day of a creator-creed.

Most valuable, least desirable, like bills and love letters in a mailbox out front, WTF goin’ on

Nobody knows but some of us care and we’ll get to the bottom of it, turnin’ upside down, run!

Dreamin’ and singin’ a melody that fits with the crazy causes of nutty effects, mellow funkin’

Sweet, warm, white or tan, yellow or black, skin tight over the couple hundred bones, bonkin’

Fools rush in where wise men fear to go and it appears that we’re flush with fools, all rushin’

Under north stars and southern borders’ walls and fences, babies born too close for the callin’

Miracle that your mother and father fumbled you into this matrix of crystalline, all my rules

Daughters grownup, awakened at the fork in the road with nowhere else to go, goddess’ fools.

Last breath, last movement of the concerto, of the rats and women who roam where I was

In and out of the holy caves and bottomless holes underground down to the core, she does

Captains and lieutenants are the leaders of the followers, corporals and private first classes

Dusted off the god and got gold, had an extra ‘l’ left over, slipped it to the gods’ gold asses.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday January 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #SlippinIntoDarkness & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RFSWW4O6QNM }

W.W.A.R.D.?