#AnnieCreepinIntoYourHead @LedZeppelin vs. @ArethaFranklin on the #FreewayOfLOve

ON BEING A RIGHTEOUS BUCK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, February 6, 2019

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If you could see what I saw you’d hope for the rest of the wicked, incredible truths

Coming from out of nowhere, creeps comin’ out of the darkness of this dire farce

Chasin’ your spirit and tryin’ to slow it down so they can catch a quick bite of arse

Peelin’ eyes wide opened and insight for money growin’ on trees, wooden sleuths.

They were here before the light and they’ll be here when the lights go out, the dark Ones

It’s all a #Void that nobody alive can avoid, from a deception conception in a karmic sea

Persuading you and me to believe the blind faith of morons, idiots & sons of seventh sons

Unknown fathers, alien mothers, all dead and gone, left nothing but pain’s misery and me.

Both corners of my eyes in a cube, in a box, on a black board, on which a white man sings

Close your eyes for good one day or another, then you’ll see what millions have already seen

Dead souls resting with the rest of the wicked angels, all of them grounded without wings

Think about It, survival of the fittest, you must be related to the Best on this planet of kings.

Conceit and contentment will prevent ultimate survival, a moment from being a bitten byte

Inside a cyber-fade and movement of the rhapsody and concerto’s noted scales, trouble treble

No doubts for the stanza in askew mental funk, It is this, that and every other thing in a fight

Pretty girls and top dog boys, tip top of the apex of a money tree, wood on a teal blue marble.

Mouths to feed to animate the DNA meat of the balls and holes, try to make a move, it’s done

Robbed the banks, computer data download dump, all bytes bitten, swallowed White Dwarf

Black Holes cannot contain the entire Cosmos but the entire Thing is inconceivable, my son

Daughter, you too, walk down easy street, cash on a freeway, the Way is narrow, now I barf.

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r j j stephan, i { header is #Chief }

c. February Sexth, 2019 A.D. @ 10:10 AM PST

{ #NeverYouMind #IGotPlentyOfTime #KeepRollinOn ...#slowdrafted while jammin’ & #DroppinThePedal in my #PinkCadillac to Aretha Franklin #RidinOnTheFreeway & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AikdRRU3ow0}

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 W.W.A.R.D. ?

#MakinItBurnBaby #PourItOnThis #JackStraightUp

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DRINK THIS FIFTH, HANG FIRE!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 5, 2019

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Whatever you’ve come to be is what you’ve been programmed to become, there it is you toad

With or without the company of a road runner and a coyote, we all gotta get down the road

Nothing in this world’s for free, that’s what they showed me, you gotta work, make a move

No rest for the evil ones, no reprieve for the innocent and the good ones, come to remove it.

He, she or it comes forth outta nowhere, cinders of a blown white dwarf, sun above, as below

Evenings and days will appear natural only to the beings born and raised on the cinders’ hole

Maybe black or maybe white, creepy infrared to the cosmic mix of light’s liquor, cloud 9 food

Prisoners and guards, born, broken, disobedient humanity DNA who’ll close their eyes, good.

Stay on the train and let the locomotive pull you the rest of the way to the next depot’s Void

From nowhere to here, hooves, feet, fins move one to animate two, conceived shadows’ fold

Smile and laugh but never cry about the #FactsOfLife, though you realize, death is to avoid

Comprehend that this trip, here and now, is all there is, no rest for the wicked, space Food.

Corner of my four eyes stuck on the stigmata of the shadow conceptions, kids’ of elders’ Wars

Cache is flush with cash and the bills are all paid, the mortgage has become extinct, #Cheers

Winding down to the end of the comprehensive Space and Time, a written record of #Fears

All from the oral record of the ones who may not have recollected the Truth, it’s as it is, Raw.

Survival of the most fit for the moment of the Earth’s wobble and rotation in it’s orbital path

Around, around it goes with or without the elephants and dinosaurs’ bones and angel wings

Mouths to feed, hungry for the devouring of the matter to use the energy, a closer of wrath

After the one hundred and eighty second blink, the lights go out, like when freedom rings.

This here and that there, those are the only things and the places they could just be anywhere

Either inside your head, created matrix of thought patterns, reality survival on a dotted line

Now then, looky here now, the pump brings the water up from beneath a grounded bloodline

All of the flow of the red from the living bodies of the fighters, Earth killers of One or another.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday February 5, 2019 A.D. @ 8:88 AM PMT

{ DRAFTED in a #HighHOpes kinda thang with Bruce Springsteen BOSS Church @ https://youtu.be/KYEg8K5HKzM }

 W.W.A.R.D. ?

#LayMyFiveFootTenInchesUnderground #ShootMeStraighter #MakeItBurnBadly

I GOT SOMETHIN’ NOTHIN’ E=mC2

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RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN · SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 3, 2019

Light sped in Space around this planet, this Time flow of crop circles about the wheat farm

Burnin’ It all up in plain sight from Hydrogen to heavy water, chivalry in a space-time warp

Whirling amorphous energy blown in and out of the way, from a center to a twisted forearm

I think, therefore you are this because I wrote it, all of the tea of China’s men won’t change it.

Decorate and adorn naked bones to procrastinate the dead star’s motion, dancin’ darkness

From the first taste of milk, cow, goat, human or formulaic minerals, we’re doomed by a fool

What you’ve become, what I’ll become as the DNA of my genome directs, I have no free will

Dominate subordinates coordinates, #Fakefacts must be easy, logical con of the confession.

Flow down from on high toward the middle of nowhere at the matrix’ empty hole of souls

Could be One that made everything else or Nothing that holds it all together, blind faters

You, your friends and kin are on one side and I am alone on the other, orphaned by haters

Mystic wind blown up your nose to your empty soul’s corner, my sour to sweet jelly roles.

From maximum overdrive to a downshift, a powerlift from the ozone to a #fake twilight zone

Peculiar until it is repeated, ad infinitum like a pendulum on a swingin’ time watch, clocked

Seconds ticking from one to the last one, out of the windup energy of gear resistance, cloaked

Safe places wherever I happen to be, everywhere I go, there it is safe, high or low, I’m alone.

In a bright light at the final gasp of your breath, you’ll be happy again, like the day life began

Reincarnated smoke in the DNA bones and blood of the things themselves, seven sea’s caches

Not a trace left behind other than the language of books with bylines, cyber dots and dashes

Roads to somewhere or nowhere, all around in circles, dead-ends and diversions, I’m a fan!

No dream I can recall completes this episodic stage appearance of an “x” factor, #WTFU man

Born man, born woman, conceived as one or the other or both human and divine screamin’

Wings and cement shoes on your feet at the bottom of Lake Michigan, tell no tale’s to a fan

Angels feared to meet us, they’d morph dust to ash, E=mC2 matter created good mortal sin.

Rights of all robots who live with Smith & Jones’ family have become extinct, #fake not fake

Mud and dirt, rocks and rivers that run over and around them, all of it is all there is, that is it

Outside where telescopes magnify space, microscopes reduce time, we’re warped, man-baked

Bruised, confused at first and then awakened by no mercy of the safety clicks, Divinity’s orbit.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 3rd, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to Marvin Gaye #HITS & whatever on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/x6QZn9xiuOE }

W.W.A.R.D.?