W.W.A.R.D.? NOTHING AT ALL... #SootheYourSoulAnyways

DAZED YOYO’s WAR OF SQWAT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 3, 2019

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At the start of Fire, when there was nobody, no monkeys, gods or apes here, death pantheons

Not in China or anywhere else over here, God’s cosmic trip of a holy scrotum’s divine health

Putting Yin in the Yang is all it is, nothing more complicated than filling the hole’s in stealth

Brief insanity between lucidity of hopes and dreams of honey and taxes, happy ape-man sons.

It is all a mother and father could hope for, passing the gauntlet of pretender dreams of Pan

To the sons and daughters who inherit the faded crock of bull scat left over by an uncle’s fan

Big time music of rocking and rolling as if there’s no tomorrow, in the cloud, #Stratocaster’s

Plugged in the amp and reverb took over the hall of empty sound, nothing but hot air festers.

Out of the black and blue, night and day of the skies color, nothing comes of it but your tea

To drink or to smoke, never to eat in the sandwich or the flaumbet casserole of a witch’s key

Magic spell of words in a con-game of grafters and drifters who know squat about my papa

Why humans exist, why life exists for the gods’ den, a garden of Eden, oh Venus! Oh mama!

Paraphrased for the punks corroborating comprehensive apprehension, looky here, no hands

A puff and whiff of a jock strap in a pie hole, where things enter before sinkin’ down in Sands

Losing what the losers never find again, a second wind of the second city’s android i-phones

Out of the six feet deep ground below the granite headstones, inside aluminum foiled bones.

Squeeze all of your blossoming flesh, fat cells of your misshaped DNA into ringin’ dumbbells

Keep it all inside of the genome, there’s no other choice, it’s the nature of the hungry beasts

To eat, to drink and fill up holes with the squalor of Montezuma’s halls, food and scat of hells

Madagascar to Antarctica, Rio Linda to Oak Park in America and over to Timbuktu, at least!

It all rolls downhill because that’s where the graves are, underground no more than sixty feet

Where the animals and bugs cannot find you to eat you, only worms where you’ve been to eat

Rockin’ and rollin’ in the groove from the East to the West side of the Great Lakes, all over It

Just in time for the end, I remember it all, WAY down inside me, beautiful! I ain’t got Schit!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 3rd, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #AllDayMusic LIVE The Original WAR Band on the youTube link @ https://youtu.be/n58Vdz67C1o }

W.W.A.R.D.?  FINIS

#UsedMeUp #OneAndDone #SheGrewUpFast oh, yeah! #OhMyMyOhHellYes #LastDanceWithMJOneMoreTimeToKillThePain #PigeonsDownOnMarketSquare #OhMyMy

TO UFOs’ OLDEN DAYS, YOYO YO! *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, September 2, 2019

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Do not call me baby ‘cause you don’t know me, I’m not in the set you’re in, subjects’ objects

A road recovery freeway directly to nowhere but to a bitter end of land, beach of salty addicts

Neither fish in the sea nor rivers, not even one bug or animal, crawling or flying, dig, you see?

Nothing is getting out of this accidental confluence of wisdom and ignorance alive, naturally.

You know what I want and I know what you want, we all want the same thing, happiness now

Don’t want to wait another minute or for an afterlife based on this one, I want the first blow

Comin’ from above or below, in or out of the ultraviolet light and supersonic hot-air collapse

You know where the party is and I want to go, I want to live to tell the story about no corpse.

Immaterial and just the facts of the case are the prime time factors, much commotion, I scoff

Juice swillin’ and blunt smokin’ romance, gettin’ some fun, woke up wood inside the holy lair

Smellin’ the waif of signals, blinded by the invisible lights of the unknown’s darkness’ mohair

You don’t know like I know, what she did to me, she didn’t know either, accidental jack-off!

When is the party gettin’ started because I’m almost ready to go home and dive for a crash

Won’t need a thing but a pit-stop and a babushka from gramma, a glass of wine from grampa

Everything else is gravy once you’ve had your 1st encounter, lucky to be alive, lucky for Lucy

Luci the Eagle fallen from the rocks and chained to the ground, insider UFO, a cowboy key.

Reelin’ deep in boredom’s ennui, a tiny byte of light breaks through a pinhole’s blow by blow

Sneakers off and kid gloves on, the diameter and radius combine for a circumstantial sale

Our kinfolk are in the fold but they know they ain’t gonna get out of here alive, we’re mortal

Alive and mortal, drunk on purple shooters but the party’s over, trouble is, I’m a UFO, yoyo.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is an actual picture of a picture in a picture of something, UFO’s!

c. September 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PSt

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to 'RARE-EARTH' #getReady on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q-Rg9xwZoo8 }

FINIS

What Would Ayn Rand Do? For real? #WackedWakeUp

ALL FRESCO DEADWOOD, ANEJO!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 1, 2019

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Cacti under glass, after dancin’ in oakwood, acorn husk cells, lumbered the jacked up brick

All the symbols and signs of random, coincidental events rolled up into One savior pun-kass

If you achieve the gift of reading and writing, you’ll locate the Truth and it will be a big kick

See here, look here now, a blind leap of faith will get you nothing but a pretender’s overpass.

In the nasty city where children are meant to be mean in the streets to survive the code Poor

Nothing but hand-me-downs from cousins’ brothers, oh me oh my, 5 and 10 at Satan’s door

Perfectly supernatural and in every way at all times, a mystery of the occult magician’s tomes

Where the spells and reasons for being are listed from A to Z, 1, 2, 3 and you know my bones.

208 of them, some broken and some eaten away by the wear and tear of the breathtaking me

What I’ve done, I remember and have forgotten the evil alive, just a touch of a playboy bunny

Every moment of the Earth’s revolving, wobbling spin and orbit about the white dwarf, sunny

A skeleton key fits the padlock and opens the safe place of echoes from the Big Bang’s degree.

Just the facts that you want to hear so you can deduce a valid conclusion, it’s GD elemental

Earth, Wind and Fire become the nature of beasts who become all too humane heavy metal

Why, where and when, how and who will know what nobody else knows, that #WhoIsOnFirst

You know it, you’ve known all along, since day One, you cried without reason, the sun burst!

Sippin’ or knockin’ ‘em back, makes no difference in the end, only at the origin, dawn’s day

Dancin’ with me or the devil, your choice, it’s freedom and liberty you wanted, you gots it

Nobody to tell you what to do and when you can do it, break the law at your own risky chit

Bet it all on the sure thing, nobody can lose when everybody wins, in the end, punk, it’s OK.

At the party later than expected, my critical mass delayed the inevitable, I’m all #WayGone

Bit more than I could chew when I bit off the fat hunk of tobacco plug but hey, just don’t trip

Movin’ in and out of conscious choke-to-death upchuck, cleared My Way for a stiff upper lip

On the last day before your own final breaths and gasps cease, no regrets, you were my pawn!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday Nine One, September 1, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ gestated this creation while listenin’ to #AllJackedUp by Gretchen Wilson soakin’ up some #Jack #WTHOneMoreShot on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/D0wAQNzK0Ow }

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