#FullTankOfHydrogenPeroxide #Greeks #Romans #Americans @TheEaglesBand

REDWOODS, MOVIESTARS & H2O

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 29, 2019

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Grounded right here and now, due to gravity’s force pullin’ me and little #queenie uptown

Where the poor men and women drink tonic and gin, the helpless, hapless, hopeless clowns

From the teenage years, enculturated selfies took hold of consciousness’ fear and loathing

Just because it could, there was no free choice, there was no free will, a fait complet vi-king!

I have been wrong before, especially when I was completely happy with the presence of glee

Happiness achieved due to hard work and saving energy for the long haul, trip to the edge

Open doors and windows to enter and exit the house of these wet-dry dreams of monkey man

Guard is up to protect the inner heart’s stone-hard, emotional response to parental abandon.

Mother and father, regardless of Nurture are indeed the cause of a Thing itself, come to papa

One of me, two of them, rhythm, melody, that’s the Truth, I am what I am, #FakeNews scam

Applause exempt, exhibition game, playin’ music, tellin’ jokes, actin’ the fool, #Ebonics flaw

Nothing itself sparkles it’s singularity, a pulsar dead and gone, a matrix, what? Yo’ mama!

Hot air, cold water, good to be alive, mountain or desert, garbage dump or quicksand muck

Here’s an alternative to happiness, total blackness without light, without sound, taste, touch

Complete, utter neglect of all atomic matter, hydrogen to heavy matter underground of Pluto

Hating the mighty mice won’t get you anywhere in Notre Dame’s tower, all hunchbacks blow.

Pot of gold stolen from the end of the rainbow before I was born, they still told the good fight

Truth be told, all of this dirty water being created out of Nothing, Adam and Eve #fakeNews

Give me a break, sinning, eating an apple of the knowledge tree? Must be low hangin’ blues

What would it get you when you’ve got everything, be curious about Nothing? That’s bright!

Last word of the lords of rings and lords of the twilight zones both above and below Nothing

I am what I am, it’s the same as you, a pauper or a queen or destitute mother of a So-Cal king

You’re mortal, even if you were not, I do not GAFF, that’s for me to know and you to find You

Tattoo that on your arm, your face, your back, your chest, ink blot that love of black and blue.

Whiskey and beers all around for everyone! Turn up the music, we’re in the mood to be rocks

Likin’ the multiplicity and the fear of the unknown inherited from the genome, ma and pops

Unknown dead ends, lead to nothing that matters except Earth’s ice cube box, good love alive

Found lost, hidden from neon light, in angels’ city near darkness valley, doin’ the hand jive!

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 29, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to Jackson_Browne #ShesGottaBeSomebodysBaby #GreatestHits on youTube link https://youtu.be/SmlRXhjulHg }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

#WhatsTheFunkinNoise #DoomAndGloom #BoomBoomBoom #VoidOfYourMamasWomb #BabyWontYouDanceWitMe @TheRollingStones

DEADMEN DAM, POORMEN DOOM*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 28, 2019

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Another #DeadMansHand I drew when I was drunk and insane at the card game in my room

Who shot another idiot in my tent, chucked ‘em in a putrid rice paddy, left doom and gloom

Idiot had six kids and two wives back in the states, he tapped death on the shoulder, bit him

Should have just walked away and pretended to be the loser that he really was, lights got dim.

Queens left home, 10,000 miles away, give or take a kilometer, spoiled cabbage boondoggle

In the air mixed with the banjo ditch dirt of the ignorant masses, same faces, same old stone

Bone structure of the head and face matters only to the misanthropists who screw apologists

For the darkness observed outside of this planetary dance with the sun and moon, all alone.

Nobody gets out alive, teen boys swiggin’ and spillin’ in the woods, nobody’s a zombie to fear

Casey Kasem contributing darkness to the doom and gloom, music of bombs ringin’ her ears

Forever at the bottom of the holy holes can’t be denied, even inside-outside holy-men fear me

Complete, utter denial and ultimately surprise at the end, eyes wide opened, lips agape, finis.

Funky noise trippin’ me out, comin’ out of every mouth on every street of every speck of dirt

Whatever it is, whomever you turn out to be, in the ended role, the part you play in the skirt

Or on the side of the road with blue jeans, barefooted and broken, need a ticket to ride mode

Blown funk away from my #Darkness, #DeadMansHand, dance with me maroon, Sexplode!

Lookin’ for a dance with me must be a fate worst than death since I am an invisible party of 1

To be found on the ground or in the air, above or below this and that, one substance category

Forms, shaping the DNA in sea water, salted dirt or Hydrogen-Oxygen gas, things I can’t see?

It’s all a PARTY of form, check the garbage dumps, the cemeteries, head explodes all the fun!

I got what I paid for since I got this entire experience for free, liberty to live or die with a buzz

Free Will and Free Choice just a matter of speakin’ the Truth, that You are All there ever was

Sober, drunk, slave, queen or king, all bleed, all become corpses, maggots, exceptions? None

Neither First Cause nor Last Effect explode #Darkness’ doom and gloom, y’all go & have fun!

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r j j stephan, i { *out of water, eatin’ dirt on the side of ‘Roselle’ road, by a RR track dump }

c. April 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while in a loop listenin’ to The Rolling Stones #GloomAndDoom in a loop, link for the real-time torture on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tEOYp-FQ9iI }

W.W.A.R.D.?

@TheRollingStones #DoomAndGloom

W.W.A.R.D.?