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CV+RS CARVED REDWOOD 1982 AD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, September 30, 2019

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Love came to save the extinction of the species, without it the hungry eat the struggling ones

Thoughts about the historical past Time on Earth before we were born, be prepared scouts

A great motto to the city boys who rocked the world of the 60’s and 70’s my friends’ bones

We traveled up and down the highways and back-roads, up yonder past the iPhone tones.

Coming around to the places where the alien predators date our better halves of the evil old

Stealin’ them clean away from the hearts of gold we had awaiting their eyes to be sweet jeezis

Before and after the facts come out about my love for the only one that ever got my heart gold

Simple men and complicated women merge to recombine the DNA into unintelligible sepsis.

It’s the thrust for the first to come and first to be served to get the games, sets and matches

Necks blue or red, love either the orgasmic nature of the thrust to enter the beautiful cheeks

Men of few words need to STFU and let the actions speak louder than the logical, I snatches

Amazed that the cycle of coming into being from nothing and being annihilated, a seer seeks.

Above the cliffs of the Pacific Ocean, California of the North, nothing to stop the fall but me

A lover’s leap when you cannot handle the Truth about how you’ve got to be, son of Al & Tree

A parental leap of faith to mend the wounds of being shot in error, wrong target for my M-16

Every round of the clip inside the bull’s eye, backyard poet foolin’ nobody but a college dean.

Pretty face, lovely smile, sweet hair style, total ambiance of Y.O.U., humbled in a square hole

Reckless on a normal basis, shocked into an immediate halt to the normal ebb tide of the flow

Bound by nothing and nobody on the planet or in the solar systems beyond Milky Way to hell

Up and down we go, wobbling around and ‘round, dizzy, lucid me, I knew a wise guy who fell!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, September 30th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:30 PM or 1830 hours

{ drafted while listenin’ to Morganwallen #RedneckLoveSong #NotGoodAtNot & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

 

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#ConditionOfTradition #DeepStateGhetto #HereAndNowForever #EverythingsGonnaBeAlrightNow #EverythingIsEverything - @DonnyHathaway

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ROADRUNNER RUDE, BROTHER!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, September 30, 2019

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Unicorns can kick it with bells of the tacos, funked up, ripped off, bop the boom, badabing

Dreaming that I’m sleeping in bed or somewhere I shouldn’t be but I’m wide awake, I’m woke

But it doesn’t matter much to the powers that be in me, tiny DNA commands of danmed fool

Where the Cancer of cells and the consciousness elevation to the humanistic design, it’s cool.

Went to a prom in a rambler with a double dated Corvair, engine in the back, stinkin’ vapes

For the sake of Alabama and Washington the states, I moved the sweet homes, dyin’ of flues

Sick and tired of alphas’ omegas in a gambling vipers’ magic paradise, down with The Blues

Of the mice, women and men who struggle in the grooves, deep needle scratches and scrapes.

Preventative perfection for Ma and Pa as the universe exploded into silence, holy hell’s bells

In an empty Void where all of the animated things move and die behind wheels, death metals

Iron and steel, plastic and chrome to make the world spin and wobble it’s way around a God

Blazing ball of gas in a full-out burn, throttled with the pedal to the metal, green Ford hotrod.

Unicorns can kick it with bells of the tacos, funked up, ripped off, bop the boom, yo badabing

Wise guys and wise men with nothing but Air in common, nobody’s ever guilty in #SingSing

Ran all the turnpikes the roads when I had two, four or eighteen wheels, long roads uptown

Early or late, sunshine, moonshine, living a life I love, it’s the only one, round-ball unknown.

A boy or girl, learns to read words and music of the heavenly stars, burned gas, cosmic crock

In a pot or in the back of an infinite mind that nobody can ever depend on, TNT on the block

Firecracker and a cracker both cause the noise to shock the Zulu into the Zen thing mortal sin

As you were before your conception, without attention or rest, at ease in a pie-easy reflection.

In the arpeggios and chords of the wild eyed, bushy-tailed cream of crops, creme de la cremes

Before or after your last gasp moves in and out of your saddle bag, The Dark’s all crystal clear

Nothing seen here nor there, nowhere is this thing itself called you and me gonna be, it seems

Heaven, clouds, outerspace, empty Space of the mighty face of Nothing at all, it’s #FakeFear.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 30th, 2019 A.D. Monday @ 8:08 AM PST

{ drafted jammin’ to Junior Walker & The All-Stars #ImARoadrunner on youTube #ShotGun & SOUL-HITS link @ https://youtu.be/FI7CtxlisCk }

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#SheIsGone #WhatWentWrong #ForgetAboutIt @TRAIN @PabloPicasso

AHEAD OF A SIDE GLANCE AT US*

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 29, 2019

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It’s exactly like the appearance of Picasso-Pablo out of the blue twilight zone above, as below

Two eyes givin’ the vision of more than a movie on a screen, it’s being the star of the #Talkie

Silent movies were events recorded on a film, a magnetic tape embedded reflection, a grave

Not six feet under but always Above and never Below an artificial lead pencil point you gave.

To the ones who are grateful that they died like all of their mothers and fathers before them

Warriors have all died in the battles for the #hella Good and the happy Evil, infantile phlegm

Bottles with nipples to hold the milk for the Wheaties, on the breakfast path to find wisdom

Secrets of occultish ilk in the witches’ cauldrons, downloaded upside in the corner of a tomb.

Dream is the reality that occurs once your brain shuts off conscious awareness’ confusion den

Muted into cannot Fall into temptation from the One and the Many, flagships of a virgin hen

Who found my mother and my grandmothers, me! Tabulated approximately 100 mortal sins

How I know anything is amazing since I can only speculate, assume validity of assumptions.

Innocence I inherited with the sweet wine from the vines of Sicily, imported to freedom gods

From Zeus, Zoroaster and Ra, premises assumed, conclusions induced and deduced hotrods

Walking out on me now or then, sooner or later, it happens, nobody handles Truth, zen’s way

Fortune appears random yet moved by intent, it transmutes into what it is, a sea of the lucky!

A papal bishopric and an ordained by Jesus Christ, son of woman, a divinely conceived angel

It is what happened, so I’ve been told, a Savior who saves us from being a creational dumbell

In the matrix, the recipe is all of the menudo, in a hodgepodge of causes and effects for Hehl

Highwater restriction, Chi-town fire and a Picasso of Rush Streets in an infinite #Loop’s ‘L’.

Ah, movie theaters and alcohol bars, stages for human acts of reality for the not too human

Being in and out of consciousness if you can find a place to lay your head without a killin’

Either someone trying to take you or your stuff home with them, not your home, theirs...

Not being hospitable but being predatory, wanting to take life from the living and eat It.

Like dogs, cattle, goats, deer, elk and the rest of the four legged critters, eat and bleed sheet

Under the guise of living the good life, a philosophical semblance of Being God of this chit

All you get is what a blind man gets, what’s in front of your eyes, Earth, Wind, Fire and you

Not me, just you and that’s the end of the line where there’s no turning back, godanm fool!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM P.S.T. DIMANCHE

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{ drafted while jammin’ to The Grateful Dead who play a very intricate #RollAway Help/Slip/Franklins at the Boston Music Hall Ma on their 1976 run of the East Coast. The remainder of this amazing show can be streamed here : http://archive.org/details/gd76-06-10... the Grateful Dead inspirational on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/i136oiMwP6c }

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