@RunawayJune #MaryLou #HonkyTonk #DownOnIt #FWAAAT #GardenParty @RickNelson #PlayItAgainSam

NOT GOING TO LIE, YES I AM, SAM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 6, 2019

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In schemes of things, nine lives are not enough living to be perfectly one, with bipolar suns

It means nothing that humanity itself and the minions collect words for skirt-less librarians

From every molecule of the seven seas and every grain of sand and diamond black, dirty cut

Ooze of life secreted from the bone of OM where nothing comes nor goes in nor out of shut.

Beetles and cats put alien bones on the map, at once they came, still come from darker stars

Hydrogen and Nitrogen, Oxygen and Carbon Dioxide lived life with or without jets and cars

Starting from the place below the foundation where angels fear to go, get along old warriors

Hopped on board the train to nowhere before you knew the legend of breeding crack scores.

Here is where my alter-ego takes over the monologue’s filthy, dirty tone, easy to be a #Papa

For the corner people, the neighborhood jocks, the educated clergy and intelligentsia of #Ma

Earth is for this here and that there, it is what my father passed on from his #DDay two-cents

Acid used to test with another minuscule compound to alter reality into future reminiscence.

Whatever you say whomever you are, nobody’ll recollect it at all in a minute, #FullOfIt jokes

Then there will be the descendants of the brood, those who found places to dispose of waste

To avoid the rats and bacterial, viral infections spread by the food, water and the air’s taste

Nothing at all you can do ‘bout that fact of life, you’re born to die under bad moonlight folks!

A queen, a beetle and a cat run the movie screens’ cinematic productions, fairy tale #Grimms

All alone for eternity because of this state of living by an unmoved mover’s irrational whims

Way-gone to eternal hellfire, unknown pyramids of UFO aliens from sand, rock and roll clues

Down rabbit holes or black hole aster-singularities of gravitational collapse, empty of #Blues.

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r j j stephan, i

c. 6-6-2019 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted on #DDay 2019 A.D. whilst listenin’ to Prince #PurpleRain & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/5kXRVnWkJF8 & Brooks & Dunn #MyMaria & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/uZSLzR1pjjw }

FINIS

#UnfairGame #SevenToTheNines #FeelinNoPainYet

#FAKENEWS, AMFM HERO, PHQME

by

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/ }

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