#BreatheOnceTwiceThrice #FINIS #WalkinLikeAMan #Bipedalin' #CandyGirl @FourSeasons

 #RabbitFoot #GoodLuckCharmOnMyArm

DRINKIN’ IN A TAXICAB, WHODAT?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, August 9, 2019

-------#A HUNK OF BURNIN' LOVE-------

 

We’re flyin’ above the freeway Jack! Unlicensed, not right, but a nice #NDT nitro dayo slip

Price of skyrocketin’ costs up to $100 per minute, five minutes to work and back, $200 trip

A grand every week, fifty grand a year, tax deductible of course, dull the point moot, yo yo

Nobody gets out alive even if I crash, the world goes on, Earth spins, the sun and moon glow.

For the sake of humanity and posterity in general, you must have some blind faith and hope

Without it, there’s just an a posteriori argument for the nature of the unknown, accident pro

Causes and effects are the random settlings of the things that count a or Wonderwoman, superheroes and masks for the dead.

Famished and deprived of dreaming outlets for the dimly lit mind I’ve been privy to, Ignite!

Playin’ some CARLOS SANTANA #Supernatural to wind up the day’s done deals, to fight

Another day, another month or year whether it’s high or low, need me and I’m there, alright

I came, I in a state of tropical depression awaiting a NEW demand in lieu of utter sublimity

Afternoon delights of the third kind, if you know where I’m comin’ from, my FLIGHT car!

It’s my right hand man, it’s got an infinite warranty to fly at will as long as I prefer, a Star

It brings me to the alpha romeo test, will it drive itself, maintain itself and still be a prize?

Monks hid away the words in a cave to be found by anyone other than the queen’s prides.

Now is the time when everything comes out, that there’s no God but there’s a Sun of my God

It’s not a man who is born of woman from an immaculatic conceptionalism, wet dream’s GA

Yell, ad infinitum to the nonsense of ebb n’ flow, permutation of orbital trajectory to etcetera

Cosmic soup mix yields an hilariously pitiful comedy, a tragedy of gay Parisian net zero nada!

A brewed mixture of whatever floats your boat and a last supper should get you power to Rise

From an absolute state of death, where your soul deserts bones, passes pointless phuq RSVPs

Reincarnation is not an option if your karma is neutral, return if and only if there’s a reason

For being alive, for learning and obeying the rules of the walk, run, swim and fly god-routine.

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:05 AM PST

{ drafted in utero, listenin’ inside of my womb room, comin’ out with MarilynMonroe & #JaneRussell link @ https://youtu.be/tZ-GEZhUFoc & another of Billie Holiday in NEVER seen (by me) videos links @ https://youtu.be/-3jO-3BoGzM }

 

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#DevilAndPretenderInMe #HehlAintABadPlaceToBe #ZipperJob #ZZTop #GrooveLove #ToughEnoughForYa

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--------FABULOUS-------

DNA PASSION YIELDS STICK BALLS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, August 9, 2019

-----------#ToughEnough-----------

 

If you really want to know the yield up close and personal, you’ll need a phosphorous rock

To be or not to be a fission or fusion of the atomic structure is the material world’s livestock

Ruptured Time and Space due to fission and fusion on the planet surface or sea salted H2O

Creates the condition for an ignition of the fifth kind, UFO visitors curious about DNA germ.

It is what we all are, these sons and daughters of the God we’ve created from nothing, #Faked

Nothing more to do other than to teach the children well, in all of the tower of Babel tongues

Understanding nothing and curious about everything to keep you and your family safe, alive

Because either you’re in the way of stealing your property and it’s value, or killing your hive.

Where you live inside insulated from marauders who not only have nothing but want yours

Even though what you think is yours is really just something you’ve confiscated from the One

It is a claim to being first to come and first to be served by powers that be, Nothing too soon

We’ve got to do what’s necessary to avoid being sacrificed to the stars and a blue-ball moon.

We’re all tough enough for a few rounds with a heavy hitter or #SneakyPete type of grafters

Intelligence and awareness of being what indeed all of us are, lump of mortal fleshy boners

Ants and roaches are the crawlin’ and diggin’ denizens of a crowded piece of dirty harassers

Shovels and hoes ready to move the top soil into Super Nova mode, sand-blown ice to glass.

Punks of society comin’ out on the full, blue moon, howling near their parents’ portal doors

Goin’ in and out to find someone to absorb or at least take advantage of, broken golden rule

Do to everybody else what your mama and daddy did to you, they abused you, perpetual pain

From a stick or strap or belt or back of a calloused hand or foot-boot, y’all dead, straight up!

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r j j stephan, i *Header is a molecule of

c. August 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 10:10 AM PST

{ drafted in a remote viewing location, four cornered room, ceiling, floor, four walls and a sliding glass window, listenin’ to @TheFabulousThunderbirds on youTube #ToughEnough in an infinite LOOP, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/EcXT1clXc04 }

FINIS

WWARD?

#OnBeingAliveOn8-8-2019 #PoleVault#16 @BruceSpringsteenRocks

MY EYE SEES NO APOLOGY, ET AL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, August 8, 2019

-------------COVER ME---------------

Sip some chain lightening, farm to fork southern drawl now, all’s said n’ done when in Rome

Now and then you pretend your heart’s broke, chased away your #pride on my #island home

Where nobody but you can get close to, hotter than hehl inside there, time to walk the plank

Underwater there’s so much pressure to perform or be eaten by the evil fish in a shark tank.

Common neutrality to battles and wars between states of being a predator or piece of prey

Cuddled up or stored in a Bell jar, saved for a Space-Time of hunger for unspoiled foreplay

Always surviving the blackness of the holy nights until the planets move on to the light’s sun

My mojo and verve I got from my zygote, confirmed spermatozoa and ovum of DNA in a bun.

It is alright one way or the other, we’re gonna come and go whether we like it or not, god Am

Dug holes to feel the old bones from being eaten by hungry carnivores of taste, a royal scam

What is left after it ain’t movin’ any more? Poor me, I need a bunch of drinks again, I’m OK

I always get like this at 4:00 AM when I’m tryin’ not to see the Truth, whiskey glasses all full!

Double shots now, stay with me but you gotta hurry and finish this up, last call is a comin’ up

Bartenders are gonna hit us one more time, drinks strong and down the hatch, bottoms’ cup

To catch the puns and double entendres to complete the comprehension of the humor’s dope

Joke’s on you if you think this isn’t a comedy and tragedy of ignorance, Life’s hung on a rope!

Or was that just some bait on a hook to catch me when I wasn’t paying complete attention

To the matter at hand, the energy of momentum of the sound and sights of divine creation

Pink and brown fiddles gettin’ sawed like strings from animals’ legs and arms, rollin’ tunes

Beats makin’ your mother and sister get gone and findin’ someone elses’ wandering nun!

We could all use a little rain fall, bein’ so dry that one more day will bring the reaper’s scythe

Clouds are the cover for the burnin’ star’s fury with the atomic reaction of trippin’ hot myth

Force and momentum being the operating words of the function of the calculus, it is scatty

All is said and done by our final gasp of the solid and liquid, in gas, in a ghost, smile pretty!

Here’s what my grandpa taught me last Friday after 5:00 when he left as a fire smokin’ chief

Nobody gets out of this game, this play, this up-down life on Earth is eternal, it’s what we do

Keep it rollin’ right along, shut my mouth, good vibes now on God’s Time, scuttlebuttin’ reef

Nothing else to say or do, just wait for the end and see what it is, or not, cold beer here, fool!

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r j j stephan, i {JUST this old boy’s lovin’ muse, dog gone plum out of WORD! }

c. August 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ drafted while prayin’ to nobody but myself, rollin’ in my Cadillac and playin’ music until the cows come home, from my lips to God’s ears in high heaven, head out on a youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OQcyXGAtRPo }

W.W.A.R.D.?