#DoNotSeekMeEyeAmNotThere #SharpedDressedMan @ZZTop @BobDylan

DIG DOWN INTO THE DEEP HOLE

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 29, 2019

--#joker to the #thief---#SomeKindaWayOuttaHere--

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Manner of speakin’ all things named this n’ that, mosquito bitten shooters, azure shots 2x2

All jacked up, all of it but we are all there is, we’re all or it, there’s nothing outside of here

Space and Time are the illusions of the drunken, mind-altered by plants of psychotic fear

Angels all feared to go to the place mama told us to beware of, the danger leading to death.

Drunk no more when every bottle of moonshine breaks Jack'd #BlackLabelWhiskey to bits

Yell and sing, croon and cry the jazz and blues and country rock, fillin’ in Garlic festival fits

Why do morons and idiots make it past human conception, what was wrong, tell their mama

Dropped on their heads, starved of formula, iron, minerals for brain malfunction, kill papa.

Crows n’ ravens #AllJackedUp with #futura-eChat you taste well enough, take bytes my shill!

They don’t care if you’re good or evil, they care that you taste well enough to git down to it pal

Don’t shoot the messenger when you get the drift, go propose your abstract counter example

There ain’t any, you don’t know like I do, planted stooges know it, Word power’s my freewill.

Here’s a miracle, that I man could be born to this world to force Peace and Prosperity on all

Good guys and Bad guys, patrons of the Good and the Evil, here and now before death’s knoll

Adam’s Eve or a gravitationally collapsed atom created from a Void or #EvilGenius god-sons

Magic potions and spells of sounds of gibberish, beckoning the idiots who roam dimensions.

You know medicine men can’t help you get all jacked up, they want you to remain, copacetic

In the depths of despair and at the pinnacle of ecstasy, nothing remains to be seen, it’s a Void

Nothing from nothing leaves nothing and everybody knows deep down within, quickening tic

Jacked up intercourse, demoncratic bad attitude, still #TimeFlies on Earth’s rollin’ spheroid.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. July 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted to ZZ TOP'R #Doubleback & HITS youT link @ https://youtu.be/y9zw_79tlgM }

W.W.A.R.D.??

#IBelieveNothing #ScepticismIsAllOfIt @ZZTop #BlackFlyHits #GloryDays #SpringsteeN

GLORY DAYS, WEALTH & HUMANS

by

RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN
SUNDAY, JULY 28, 2019

ssssss#ZZTopss#BlowYoTopsssss

Tried to scratch my back and it was a no goo-goo for mom Earth’s hairy ape Supernova tomb

It is here and now and just as grim as the first day of the revelation, that’s a remedy, A bomb

A need to eat food due to the hunger of the fire in the belly, where’s the creator’s faulty scum

Liquid, solid from beginning natural gas of the Oneness or from a Void snapped to be a bum.

Boys and girls gatherin’ ‘round the dwindling fire before it goes out for the black night ahead

Ice cold beer and J.D. Tennessee whiskey might help me and the full moon pass away, dread

Black, opaque emptiness of Power, just a blazing star of a whole soul we’re Mrs. & Mr. Void

Comparative literature of the calculus and the physics behind the chemistry, I write to avoid.

Whatever has never been thought about I could care less about, as opposed to GAF about god

On my knees way more than average GI Joe from the 1960’s, oldest son, an altar boy’s vault

Speakin’ Latin and dodgin’ bullets from the .38 had my crack in the crosshair, fired up a dud

Never hurt so much that I wanted to die to end Pain, I’m sure y’all have but it ain’t my fault!

Down underneath the crust of the planet, imagine the shape of Earth without H or O, no H2O

You can imagine at the back of your mind, sandy desert with hungry snakes and dead gumbo

What it’s all about by the by, is to take on down and disappear with long gone, shots and beer

Out of cash in Big Sur, sold my electronics to a ‘guy’ to git bullets, drank 151Rum, shot a deer.

Advantage to survive all alone without another of the same species, to be selfish is to survive

In case you never thought about it, you can’t stay a little longer, amiga lover, let’s super thrive

Until it comes time to defend the loved one with all of your power, even your life, lay it down

Kiss that #FakeMe if you see me, sodium first, primate fusion, shot straight away, I’m blown!

Storm in this dream are just the Time in Space between Earth’s revolutions in elliptical orbit

Around and about a holy and necessary thing that’s happening, the atomic fusion’s sol-fission

None of the behavior of the minions who govern the mob rule and execute bad boy infection

Meaning rebellion must be next to suicide, can’t have it, don’t want it but the lonely just do it.

Trapped like food that can’t get away from the dinner table or even away from the red hot fire

Barbecued by the RR tracks, holy bones and organic matter, special patties of muck and mire

Suckin’ down to the empty center of a finite remnant of a Big Bang or a stealthy twitter-tweet

Don’t put yourself in my place, I’m tired and bored, let us spark redwood flames, #YouFired!

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #GiveItUp #ShowMeWhereItsAt ZZtop - zupy i zapiekanki new CD What's Goin On Qatar eh? #ZZTopGoin50 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/I8LZMne7wfQ }

#BlackCat FINIS

#Grunts #Jarheads & #Flyboys #NeverSurrender

NOTHIN’ SMOKE, JARHEADS’ ROCK

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, July 27, 2019

---- #LIES or #LiveWithoutYou or #BringTheCurtainDown ----

 

Free from saggin’ gravity, lost in situational equations, all marines, vikings of #TwoLip sons

All of the bacteria and viruses have become One with the outer space, where it all gets done

No more beasts of burden hurting and being hurt, eaten and beaten for crimes of my passion

Dreaming of being asleep, being worried about dying in a dream, superman’s beast o’burden.

A to Z and 1, 2, 3, 4 from the nativity of my seed of consciousness to dissolutionary sol-fizzin’

In Time and Space’s warped matrix, light and sound feels very good, I’m a 2-3-74 Phildickian

One singularity on the event horizon and you and I have no free will or choice, like it or not

Drivin’ up or down the #One as they call it, there’s a reason for that, I’d say Big Sur gunshot.

You don’t know and I don’t care but regardless of your attitude or comprehension, like a drip

Just like your ancestors and descendants, here and then just a lost twin’s far-out acidic triplet

Permutation of DNA with the LSD re-fried country-fried chicken, double-burgers and my Ma

Earth of my home caves, darkness lit by fire in the underground holes, my mother, our fauna.

When two people of ANY century make history by recollecting energy, It splits atomic mass

Nowhere to go outside of the planet’s atmospheric pressure, atop or underground dumbness

It is done, we are #SpaceTruckin just because that’s the way this sheet of music turned It out

A spirit, a ghost, an ephemeral whiff of smoke in a mirror, I needed to see a trippin’ cubscout.

You’ve got a brain tumor and you have dementia due to the severe head blows of in life’s blow

On this road of Love, we found the Way, to run a cross-cut buzz-saw, to cut wisdom’s hot cow

Bull by the horns, a grip that will never release, if a bacterium seeks a host to kill, eliminate It

From inanimate objects to amino acid and solar plasma, it’s life of a star, a film, a play, a skit.

Grateful to not be dead while on the road, trippin’ in a hundred years, because I’m so alone

Even if you don’t see the deep-seated beauty within me, under my clear skin, veins run blues

Nothing red outside of me until a hole punctures through the insufficient armor to the bone

Empty arms in empty space but I still wanna hug and kiss you, don’t die, never let It ooze!

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r j j stephan, I

c. July 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:04 AM PST

{ drafted to ELVIS PRESLEY #30Number1HITS #SpiderMurphy #NowAndThenTheresAFoolSuchAsI link @ https://youtu.be/-unOfZiTM_0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?