#CryinAintGonnaMakeItBetter #TimeHealsAllWounds #ThereforeIAm #BonVoyage #ClarityClarified #ShameOnTheMoon

FUNKIFY BEFORE YOU DIE, Li On

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·Saturday, August 10, 2019

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Hungry for those good things that make me happy, satiated is a holy state of being

Usually have to work to hunt the herd and trap the slow gazelles that want my teeth

Nothing personal, I did not create this kitty cat situation, the Egyptians did it on meth

They ate and drank and inhaled solid, liquid and gas just to glimpse Nirvana’s ring.

Under the paws with the claws, there’s muscles and sinews to kill until the ending

When there’s nothing but rocks and dirt left, can’t hunt or fish, can’t eat a seedling

Cat fights on the cat walks and the females are what it is to be “catty” in spades, yo

I am not making this up, it’s true, trust me even if you don’t know me, please JLo?

If and only if there’s a symbiotic relationship to your life and the fantasy of celluloid

Then you’ve got a prospect on your hands, it’ll be a race to the top, you’ll be the Void

As if anyone else on Earth ever could, be the Void, nobody but you, well there’s old Al

But I don’t wanna be the Void, it’s not something that sounds very good, it sounds evil.

It took a long time for the things that move and die for food or just a T-bone locker of Jones

Premium soil, dead star dirt and a medium for the plants, vegetables and hot fruits of looms

Intelligence of conceptual analysis and the rendering of myth into the pure fantasy of zones

From top of the hill to the bottom of the barrel, you funkiness funkifies before you up n’ die.

Pride of my father and mother, I’m the cat in the header, I look forward to your bloody neck

Nothing personal, it’s just because you’re potential food and blood to extend my tour of duty

Remote possibility that I may be struck by a truck, my aunt did when she was eight, a wreck

More or less, it’s neither war nor peace that came first, the One fell down asleep, to #Hootie!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday August 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Cage The Elephant #AintNoRestForTheWicke on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HKtsdZs9LJo & Hootie and the Blowfish #IllComeRunnin’ link @ https://youtu.be/WvVJ9PSvX-8 }

  W.W.A.R.D.?

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

 #RabbitFoot #GoodLuckCharmOnMyArm

DRINKIN’ IN A TAXICAB, WHODAT?

by

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.

by

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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DNA PASSION YIELDS STICK BALLS

by

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?