#RedNecksAreRed #GluonsStopGluing #AlliesInParadise

AATOMIC DRUNK, NO PROBLEMO!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, September 16, 2019

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#CornPop your mother, your father, sister and brother and never, ever lookin’ back chumps

You know who you are, y’all are not even readin’ diatribes in any case, no offense old boys

Leaving out of the equation, the better half of the species, that is, any female born god-Toys

Reason why a girl human being would grow mean is because she’s dead or in ghetto pumps!

Back to the subject of the male objects of the humane genome, 32 chromosomes of acid dust

From the sun or the stars or the pulsars or black hole singularities, I just roll my eyes, I must

Why... because I can. I think, therefore we are One and I’m the boss applesauce, WTF is up

Get down wit it, law enforcement runs your good and evil impulses, #gluons get all stuck-up!

Giving all you’ve got to the effort at being all too human, critical function of hoe-Mankind axe

Sellin’ the function to the stupid morons and idiots who learned to read words of the hi-flyers

If and only if you become a judge of the rights and violations of written words of #LiarPimps

Or #Cheats or just honest men who were forced by threat of violence to fail to relate the facts.

I may be toothless by the time I’m seventy but I’ll be alive with my pants down on the #Can

Moving the animation in front of my eyes by sheer Will to Power, just because I can you see

In an case, I promise here and now that what you’ve just read is #FakeNews, God made Eve

Don’t worry about the small stuff, be happy, it’s the ONLY function of Man’s soul in a sieve.

Pertaining to the Idiot and Moron, grown from the sport of Survival, fitness or extinction lore

Heroes in sagas and the biblical words of unknown, named fathers of nobody you know, huh?

Affirmative belief in something somebody told you was true, it had to be because they said so

Some Saturday night when you’re not alive anymore, #SNL cast’ll make fun, LOL. Duh, doh!

Now the predication of the formal logic occurs, wrap your cranium around this and that there

Where in Space you’ll be tomorrow is unknown, what you’ll be when you die is known, an Id

Nothing but the collection of your memorable experience you can recall while alive for years

Or months, days or even minutes, for the life of you and me, that’s all there is, what you get.

Go get into your wheels that we thank the gods for, St. Christopher please follow my punk-ass

I’m an atheistic, aesthetic Roman Catholic Christian apostle of the rock tunes of dead #CARS

I am, you are, we all are the #MostExcellent expression of the explosions of atom-comical gas

No philosophical LAYS of existence, Truth is, I’m stoned-drunk on Tequila, let’s all get high!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 16th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST

{ DRAFT while jammin’ to the HARDY HITS on youTube drone attack link @ https://youtu.be/tRncJ-0XPhY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ClothsAreWearinThin #EaglesFlyinForFood @Bugatti

WHAT KIND OF WOMAN IS THAT?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 15, 2019

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On fire, my grampa was a fire chief in Chicago, therefore I’m squeezin’ ‘til I finally fold

Anyway, only IMHO there is a fear and loathing of the dying pickin’ the diamond’s gold

For the sake of being politically perfect and I do mean without a flaw, how, dare say you

It’s as easy as one, two, three and if I’m wrong then Platonic Aristotelian is in auto-play.

I know there is a diamond in your inner self once you discover the Truth about #Precious

Smilin’ in our faces and stabbin’ most of us in the back, the ones who don’t beware of US

The prey of the predators who kill for the thrill and eat for the pleasure of dire defalcation

All you can eat down at the corner at Joe’s greasy spoon, punks gatherin’ Madonnafixation.

Hiding nothing from anybody, all there is is what the dogs n’ beasts see, alien #BREXIT

You and I and every human being swimming, floating, crawling, walkin’ or flyin’ or flittin’

Is all of it this perception and the quality of the recollection to remember the wage of sin

Please? Are you kiddin’ me, I worked for the pioneers of #BlueOnBlack, let us discuss it.

Dead men and women may not have touched you nor you them but your mind heard

The words and thoughtful conclusions regarding the nature of Reality, from A to Z

Easy as the square root of four, two by two it is and what it is knowing too much hard

Crazy in the head, neither drunk nor deceived, just a defective DNA genome pedigree.

Not your choice or your will in charge of anything that ever happens on Earth or anywhere

iTunes loaded a logical scheme we’ve collectively agreed is the Truth of matter, an e-dreamer

Asleep and not able to awaken, darkness all day unable to awaken, sunshine you banana head

4iTunes the Bose, drivin’ the Bugatti at 3 AM, drivin’ deaf & dumb, invisible, caput, I’m dead.

Exceed 100 and you appear to go slower and suddenly, as speed of light’s reached, #Awkward

Forever and a day there will always be a reason for living even if it’s #JustBecause my #word

Anybody can see that nobody that’s able to read was born yesterday, we’re all goin’ to #Hehl

The pope and the POTUS know the truth about the angel’s dust up in the apple tree, y’all fell!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 15th, 2019 A.D. @ 8:24 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #PickUpThePieces Daryl's House Club on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DvWvzRHDYg8 }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

@SANTANAcarlos #Devadip #WhoThePhuqNoseAnyThingEtAl

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BOLL WEEVIL JAMBALAYA, STOP!

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Richard Joseph Stephan * Sunday, September 15, 2019

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Hey, improvise it brothers and sisters, I ain’t your papa, here’s a recipe to copy: junk

https://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/jambalaya-recipe-3381524, dunk!

You’ll never be hungry again, one day at a time though boys, Bettys pull porch hot honkees

Six string pickin’ ain’t gonna help your dog, catfish in the hollar where dirty angels do It.

On the fence, kickin’ down the posts and walkin’ into the other man’s property, test my skill

Where y’all live one day at a time, eatin’ that golden jambalaya, moonshinin’ on a porchswing

Arm around my daughter, around my wife, my mother and my girlfriends, you better #chill

I oughta learn to defend my heart and soul from living examples of idiots and morons, ding!

Everywhere you look, even if you’re blind, in fact, if you can’t see them you find a lot more

Singin’ rhymes to the twangs and beats of the drums, in or out of the shacks of Space’s time

Jacked up or slowed down bones from the age of grueling heartbeats and fake pumps of ice

Dreamin’ about wakin’ up like my daddy told me to, #WakeUpBoy! Echo papa, echo twice!

Back roads way off of the blacktop, Mississippi to Tennessee, party in the hollar, bucks’ learn

They all wanna go but none of them wanna come, just drink and debate before Bubba’s turn

Tucked young bulls in a backyard, sleepin’ bags, train never leavin’ all whacked, I #Outback

Bottles of Jack and #49 puttin’ the fire backwoods’ cinders, nearly plum outta #151 hot burn.

Bumps on the path even though it’s blacktop, it’s just the dead star’s road dream, puffsmoke

Kicked the Truth down the road ‘til I couldn’t avoid the seriousness of Death any longer, yea

It’s over it’s over, I get that but still, why did it happen at all? Who cares, you don’t, don’t fret

Believe in dementia to fix the pain, recollect two seconds, go fuss and fight or forget about it!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 15th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while in a magic #Spell, listenin’ to Carlos Santana #AllTimeBest from the Lionsden Boxing Academy on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lLJQk7B3GkU }

W.W.A.R.D.?