#DirtyDeedsOfEarthAshRockRolls #Rigamorol @PRINCE @MarvinGaye #JudgeNotYall

DIRTY DEEDS, PAGANIC DARKNESS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, August 30, 2019·

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Putting in and taking out of the only thing we know, conceptual, analytical robotic, iron-chit

Sun and moon is all we see close enough in Space and Time to talk, Id’s #HolySunCross of It

What It is cannot be understood by brains, hieroglyphic, petroglyphic, artifactual stone doors

Deep in darkness, Space and Time, here’s a sun god’s cross of the Sun, my 3rd eye cold-sores.

Honor the glowing ball of burning gas, it moves everything, it’s ultraviolet divinity of humans

Nothing to cross except the street, the avenue with the four crosswalks, 2 way rue-street posts

Heaven on Earth or Earth in Heaven, can’t be seen except by eating God’s son, a bloody Man!

Circling around in an elliptical fashion, the pagans and the worshipers of Christ’s hole, Hosts.

God’s son, the sun of God, the olden days of symbolic symmetry of the #SunGod, Zeus’ bible

Imagine your foolish imagination evolved into a light and heat seeker, fear a maggot gadfly

Death leads to turning off of the mechanism which keeps the light alive, godson’s holy Hehl

Inside of your eyes, my eyes and even blinded eyes without a clue, to know Truth’s white lie.

Four seasons and twelve apostles, four directions from my presence in Space, 24 hour Time

Son is the sun, without that, darkness rises to absolve dirty deeds we’ve done, universal slime

For the feeling of pleasure and the avoidance of pain, this is the thought of a day, I bid Adieu!

Although that’s the Truth you need to know, you’ll forget to recollect that we all play the fool!

Start out getting into the bottom of the uttermost echelon of the pit where crustaceans live

Credit to you and I, loaned in advance of your achievement of success will plunge you, dive!

Coming from here and now, in a world, on the Earth, manufactured by a First Cause scheme

A planetary image inside, imaginary light in your mirror, disappears, scream for ice cream!

Without a warning other than every moment of every day of your less than a hundred fathom

You will stop breathing, you’ll stop thinking and wondering about what will happen, git some

No telling your story to anyone after a fact of life becomes apparent to the spirit of eve, adam

Felt my nerves abort rotten gods’ philosopher-bluffs of pagans, black-hole god of a taco dam!

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r j j stephan, i

c. FRIDAY, August 30th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ jammed out of my face this AM under #PurpleRain while listenin’ to the PRINCE ... The Living Legend 💜 #Prince on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DHRyPjXeKZ4 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#UntwistedHeartOnTheRun #ThereIGoAgain #JackAndSevenSeven #TalkinTennessee

KEEP PLAYIN’ GAMES, I RESIGN!

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, August 29, 2019

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All possible moves are not the only moves, there’re some impossible moves, deep, dunk funks

When you’re back to school and your back’s up against the wall because bullies won’t back off

They steal your homework and copy it as their own, get you in trouble with your mama’s scoff

Without firepower in boys n’ girls, can’t overcome allure of graves, live bullets for tiny punks.

Picking me to be on the team was as important as being chosen to throw trash in a back alley

Who cares if you look in the mirror and you’re invisible? Start bitin’ a vampire skeleton key

All you get is whatever disease, viral or bacterial the flesh and bone of a stranger allows, DNA

You’ll die one way or the other, point is to avoid being food or a tooth decayed trophy display.

Everybody could move a pawn, one of the two of eight either one or two spaces to Q3 or K4

Then there’s a knight move or a mirror pawn move to counter, the battle begins, back fates

Songs can’t hide the exploding bombs and screams of the once happy but now in dire straits

Writing or singing will do, it will all be a forgotten, lost empty set of infinity, kids of a whore.

No birth control to avoid the conception so there is no deception at six or eight months, OMG

It’s a mess of history, the way that most of our ancestors were conceived, reborn, raised to be

You’ve got educated masses and saddled up rat packs, runnin’ dozens on crews, so to speak

Children who grow old and do not want to labor for their room and boarded show of a freak.

As the final three moves present themselves, the only possible ones left, 1 moves better in 2’s

A check and a recheck are all that’s left before the inevitable end of a king’s rule of the realm

As the pieces are tossed back into the can, the board is folded and closed, tucked away blues

Asleep while wide awake, rolling over for a yawn, a draw of cool air in and out, Mate, I lose!

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Morganwallen #RedneckLoveSong link @https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BigSistersDontDoThat ...or do they? #GetBackJoJo

CLOSED THE BAR @4:11 AM, WAIT!*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, August 29, 2019

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So, I lived the way I talked, polite, brain/mind, educated at Adam’s University, an Eve I blow

Couldn’t fight against the first man to make America Great for the 1st time, 1776ers Kokomo

Ones who really gave it all because they had nothing to begin with, they encroached red-men

My brothers and sisters, here’s the Truth so maybe you ought to tune this out, put it on down.

I don’t know what you need but since I’m human and I assume y’all are also, cousins and kin

There’s no need to fudge the Truth and lie about bein’ nailed up to the cross by foes of surfin’

Mankind worships inner selves, prays on knees that step on toes 6 days every week, I be sins

But at least my pops gave me a great example, respect the authority, priests n’ hot politicians.

Think about the zygote for a change, without it we don’t ever feel and see the taste of the reb

What I am, not rats but a humane imitator, sing cowboy, bad boy, cut redneck rock and roller

Blackboard poets graduated to the indelible, few words, immortally yours on the world wide

Bitter truth of the conscience of the storm’s whirl, causation? Earth’s wobbling twirl rip tide!

Assuming the information and data presented to you and I has any veracity, we nibble a little

Not just knowledge power, but also productive recollection of old country miles, papa’s creed

In high rise buildings, on top of the sky-scraping metal, gone to hell and gone, impossible pill

Where Hope’s skyline of fire meets the darkness, my outer-space, halftime Omega out-bleed!

Magical Stand-Out reason why there’s 24 accolades in a case, pronto, main street preachers

Swill it down the hatch, it’s all she wrote now get in the Cadillac, let’s hide in coastal waters

Where nothing can be seen as it truly is, something without any light, no burning, black key

Can’t get another drink on Last Call, double whiskey glasses, knocked ‘em back, oh poor me!

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

* 4 US WW2 women aviators, who gave it all!

{drafted listenin’ to the millionth train rollin’ into the @RosevilleRailYard beneath the bum’s Elkhorn overpass & jammin’ to Elvis Presley's Graceland @ https://youtu.be/Sy4mKNgbcG0 & https://youtu.be/8iKSw-D4YDk}

FINIS