#BuyYourOwnDrink #WalkYourselfToTheFrontDoor

COWGIRLS’ ROCKS & A COWBOY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 12, 2019

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Above and below the four corners of hell, it’s sundown bled to Earth, a firin’ pin’s pistol pow

Full metal jackets and grenades to meld on bunkers, nowhere to hide, all I know, man it’s fun

What I don’t know will hurt somebody but it won’t be me, I am prepared like the boy scouts

Imagine my dear kin, allowing yourself to be enslaved or beaten and eaten by heathen louts.

Whiskey in my magazine and bullets in my bottle, I’m a sharpshooter marksman, I’m drunk

For no reason, I got snatched from my mama before I was ready to go, no shrimps can dunk

A tankful of alcohol and medicinal herbs grown from the mother of us all, consumed by me

Laughing more than a happy man should but that’s what I do, my writing on the wall’s free.

Rocks and stones thrown from the top of the mountains to the depths of tunnels I do wander

Holy living things live, life’s a liquid, quid pro quo, a fait complet self loathing fear of thunder

Mirror image of no form or matter, living form absentee in utero and afterbirth, unto the fist

Singin’ and playin’ with the Word, lovin’ in the flesh and blood, makin’ love to the wickedest.

Rain and Fire mixing up the genome’s acid, I poke fun at the Father, the Son and Holy Ghost

I’ll be forgiven in confession by a priestly man inside a pretend, outer conscience way up high

My sins, original and mortal were trivial compared to a Big Bang and only son’s soul, the host

Yet, it is what I’ve got since the cold case in the city of Bad Smells, dead fish & rolls of the die.

At the edge of the black hole’s event horizon, infinity took a quantum leap and I just morphed

From an old man with white hair to a young man with a bald head and torso all uber-dwarfed

It appeared that I’d become ONE part of an armed band of gypsies, WORD armed, dangerous

Psychoanalyze a cowboy’s dreams and look deeply, rice patties, desserts, jungles, aw shucks!

You can never go wrong if you always know the truth about everything, you would be alright

Innocent infant to imbecile or holy child who morphs into hu-man, woman or man of light

Alabama to Alaska, California to Maine around to Hawaii, the land of the free knows it clear

Straight up ahead, to the left and to the right, to the rear and up/down, Last Call for BEER!

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r j j stephan, i { *HEADER’s in honor of my brothers & sisters #WhoGaveItAll eyes down. }

c. April 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PHT

{ drafted while sane and listenin’ to the Grateful Dead #Truckin’ & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/R0U-5u1Ubvs }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StackedToTheCeiling #SmokedForSurvival #TimeToKill

TIME’S EVERYTHING, KILL SOME *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 11, 2019

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Poison ivy or venom of the snake gets underneath your organic skin, attacks the attache too

Everything one celled to a qualified supercilious scene in heaven, evil dead afraid to yell boo

The First Cause of effects which are inconsistent with reason, deductions and logic & hip hair

From the Categorical Imperative to the Forms and the Substance of things, hip to be square.

Toes up on the slab, it’s your body but it’s not you? How does that work anyway? You guess

Every one of the twenty four hours and change, every day and night, like a hotshot of whiskey

It burns for a second and in just a moment after it scalds your throat halfway down or less

Shot straight out of the disorder and chaos of my empty whiskey bottles, glass from A-bombs.

I can still laugh while I’m cryin’ for the return of the past History of you and me, stay longer

Even a little bit longer than when you’ve gotta go, stay with me forever, almighty then, Beer!

Out of the kegs or ponies, the spigot drips the nectar of the hops, seeded to get fire to smokey

To be blinded by the light comin’ out of nowhere, mother Earth’s ape empty time, #sillywilly.

Locked all the doors, turned off all the lights, smoked the sweet leaves’ pebbles of rock-stone

Closed eyes, closed hearts, closed caskets and urns, spread the muck and mire to the minions

Where and when, here, now, no better time like One’s present, another day for wings and fins

Consciousness afoot, a psycho-physical trip, evolved apes can’t dream, y’all are on your own.

I am not one of the evolved minds shrunk into the empty skulls of the Jolly Rogers & Renees

Plums picked at the exact right Time in the perfect place, they rot away in juiced, holy scenes

Winter to Summer and back, ad infinitum whether you’ve a stone blind skeptic’s 6’4” bones

Or burnin’ superman dust, black and blue, feelin’ the scalding annihilation of homey’s stones.

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r j j stephan, i { HEADER image is the One inside of some of the Many, buzz buzz! #Buzz }

c. Thursday, April 11, 2019 A.D.

{ drafted facing Southward from the horn of the Elk, in the tomato field of Don Julio & listenin’ to some Eric Church #RoundHereBuzz & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0_CksCHnooM }

*It’ll be 4:11 at some time but today, 4-11 today at 4:11 PM

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TooMuchWaterInTheWell #MuleIsKickinInTheBarn #OohMoeListen #GoodbyeNormaJean @EltonJohn

FOUR AND TWENTY BLACKBIRDS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 10, 2019

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Camp-town races raped the Ego’s of doo dah, doo dah, it’ll get you a cross look, as if, my God!

Boy or girl, man or woman, you will die eventually after years of refreshing solar Texas oil

It’s not my fault that it’s the way it is, I am just the messenger who sometimes is the tinfoil

Of the morons in cages, like lions and tigers, to keep the children separated from Evil blood.

That is the reverse of Live, this Evil is spelled as if it’s independent when it’s not, it’s alive

In the matrix to tweet on the boards and books of the Face, to my friends and foes beehive

Where the buzz of the hornets elevates to an unacceptable decibel and crushes all Hope

Baseless and empty Faith in the Love for your own and every other species of life’s Dope.

Your head on the Frédéric Chopin block with my own, just another pretty face right over here

Here’s a kiss on your forehead, far from your cheeks and lips to avoid misconstrued #Cons

Which you and I perform on a regular basis from first sun up to sun down, bowin’ to #Pros

When you can’t beg or pay for another moment in Space and Time, Nothing’s what I Fear.

Inevitable dream within a dream, pointed out by Poindexter and Penelope, pigs are the hams

From first enculturation of my DNA by nursery rhymes to my own invaluable wordsmithin’

I have been programmed in behavioral responses to environmental cues, I’m All expeditin’

In the #ends, it is pre-death illusion of the hopeful lovers comin’ in a Clash of Gods z-dams.

Reincarnate what? Memories of justice and irrationality? In another body down the road?

You must be insane and the origin of this universe is the beginning of this matrix of blood

Flowin’ inside our hearts even when the souls are disconnected and all alone, it’s a metaphor

Really, factoids’ #FakeNews will free your mind and some #Id will follow, dangerous armor.

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r j j stephan, i *header of this piece #BakedInAPie is of #MM @NormaJeaneMortenson }

c. April 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #EmptySets drillin’ for oil on the #Marconi Talk 650 KSTE Armstrong & Getty with #LogisticalSkills & listenin’ to the #Turtles #MeAndYouYouAndMe link @ https://youtu.be/aOvD-FV8bN4 }

F.I.NI.S.