#UnfairGame #SevenToTheNines #FeelinNoPainYet

#FAKENEWS, AMFM HERO, PHQME

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, June 5, 2019

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Content to be at peace, in one piece not in a million separate joints without skin in the game

Desire to be or not to be a creator of more humans to feed the machine, the UFO firelighters

Quenching never an option for you or me bein’ always hungry & thirsty for #FakeNews tears

Nevermore final than One, until the last squeeze of air through grounded BBQ s, H2O lame!

Gift of life given to the bacterial and viral infections of DNA in the human genome, OMG

Riff Raff and the descendant primate population has become extinct, time after time out

Pretending that it isn’t the case doesn’t spot the Truth to be believed blindly, gangsters G

In the name of self-defense or love or patriotism, naked apes kill the living, they eat, see?

For the sake of brevity, the million years or so from the origin of life to the extinction, pffft

In a wisp of melancholia and indefensible trash double-speak, chaos causes the law’s order

Coming out of nowhere, out of the darkness’ void of lighted blown atoms of gas’ night shift

I’ll back down the day they lower me into the ashes, into the salty water, a zero gravity lair.

Covered up the skin of the naked, sexy apes who roam the planet on wheels and two feet

Hooves extinct with the goats and sheep, all the original sins of baking fire of man & wife

Left in a garden or a desert with or without a clue about what to do and how to do it, finis

Over before it starts, a dream inside of a nightmare’s somnambolistic treasure, that’s Life!

I don’t know about you but I’m not going to back down until my final gasp of gas, I’m mortal

Nobody alive is going to be living in the same body ever again, make the most of it, got it pal

It will crumble like all rock and dirt does, it’s the nature of the sun’s blown-out cowboy boots

Like rivers’ of snow out to black seas, our lives’ world wars, spill the wine, stillbirths’ hoots.

Configure the abortion of the gnome genomes, when they look like tadpoles or alien shapes

If and only if the fetus appears to look like a human infant, abortion is fine with the humans

But they balk when the infant/fetus moves like a living being, ready to be grown up or catsup

In the end, nothing really matters and if you’re ignorant, you too are gone, way down not up.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 5th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ squeezed this out of my gullet this AM while listenin’ to Armstrong & Getty parroting #SocraticWisdom and supporting #FreedomOfSpeech for anyone with a brain! link to Talk 650 KSTE LINK @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Eric Burdon & War Spill The Wine "Original Record Release"

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ricoSacto #ricoSacto #Alright #alright #Alright @ACDC

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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 }