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AC/DC ROADIE, S.I.P.S. DEAD-DNA*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 4, 2019

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If you don’t killed by the honey of the bee, the hive will force the return for the comb of cities

A buzz goin’ around that the other masters are runnin’ dozens, makin’ more birds’ honeybees

But why? Nobody wants to admit the Truth that nobody knows, it’s a mystery fool, you clown

Between Space and Time, within a holy hole, choked chicken #FakeNews comes up & down.

Prime directive for the minions is different than the one the master, it’s the way it has to be

That’s my way or the highway which will end when the lights extinguish the fear’s loathing

To be or not to be, all alone in joy or misery, high on Spirits’ smoke, the drink, the tune-age

Becoming what you will to be just because that’s the way it is and always was, killers do see.

The meaning of life, of the breath you breathe is to hold on to the nutty piece of acorn’s joke

Left over by the ones thrown out of paradise because of vanity, jealousy and dive bomb bars

Completely disengaged from the Cause of all of these effects, hard-line and rational logic says

This is It pals, you’ll get what you need and realize that’s all there is. No more, we be kinfolk!

We all need it, anaerobic life requires the same, breaths of gas to mitotically divide a helix’s q

Then four, then eight into a macrocosm of coded acid, evolved out of the Void’s plethora stew

Coming out the blue sky above in the day without the lights, it’s indeed, all too human lord

Hydrogen, helium glow and blow the hidden neon signs into the flesh of blood of the Word.

I’m still alive n’ kicking after I swerved ‘round a dead man’s curve, encounter of the 3rd kind

Too fast for wet, icy, curved road conditions, hotrod spun out into a UFO foothill duck blind

Done in and soul dead until I heard the sirens come and extract me away to the outer dread

Fear’s loathing up close and personal, god’s damned war! Mjolnir, my hammer’s ‘ever dead!

Used to eat the roadkill, I became the same, milked the flashing red lights, sirens of the sea

Battery out of juice, I’m in a death charge, zero positive and fully nil, left or right of The zero

Time lining to positive-negative infinity, solving for x, y and z to hangin’ ten too, in Waikiki

Lookin’ for trouble to cause a wobbling spin in retrograde, blind love, singularity’s holy flow.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 4th, 2019 A.D. *SIPS = Sheetballs In Process Scan

{ drafted while jammin’ to AC/DC #IfYouWantBlood on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/6EWqTym2cQU }

c. Angus Young, Malcolm Young, Bon Scott

*Licensed to YouTube by SME (on behalf of Epic); UMPI, ASCAP, LatinAutor, CMRRA, LatinAutor - PeerMusic, Alberts, Abramus Digital, ARESA, and 11 Music Rights Societies }

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