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COLCOCK JONES & PORCH HONKY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 20, 2019

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Out of the freezing cold force of nothing at all, far away from stars and any sunlight ill harm

Nothing sinister in being the food of the aliens traveling around this solar system idiot farm

You do not need intelligence to be eaten by the creation from another star system, no brainer

Just have to taste good when you’re fried, boiled, cooked or eaten raw to the bone, liontamer.

What is Evil is Live backward and forward means the same thing, after life, death is the goal

Historically psychological filters leave you and I with nothing but our fear of starvation’s toll

When we can’t kill and gather in herds and plantations, we become extinct with no suspender

On the stage, on the dirty planets of the solar system, grounded beings in gravity’s 6 ft under.

In duos, trios or quartets, families move away from the ones who move solo, ne’er do-wells

Like me and you and millions of others, we’re all gonna die either rich or poor in fame hehls

Where you get pretenders pretending and then disappearing as if they were never here, OMG

Introduced to the brightness after 9 months of darkness and living in my mama’s bowels’ GI.

Liberty or indenturism will come to all of us, a day at a time or maybe never, raw, no regrets

When you are a dependent you know that your master has food and means to freedom fights

One day at a time, same routine every day, wake up, skin a polecat, walk a dog, shoot targets

Rifle and .45 inherited from my Grandma Josie, RIP my G, it fails to gets me outta fist fights.

Broken down cars all along the country roads from the top of the hill, up in the valley’s gully

Hidden parties every weekend, invitation only, #Pine blowin’ #HomeG down by the campfire

Lived to work and make the jack to trade for the firewater and dirty dog, fire pitted barbecue

All my neighbors came and they all left, happier than they were the day they’re born googoo!

Who wrote the historical records that you’ve read during your enculturation, ain’t got shyte

Friends get some of moonshine in a jug that makes you take your clothes off to skinny-dip it

Blown around and erased memory without recollection, without power to retrieve it, dead air

Backwoods draw me to get back to the dirty black ground, dead trees and invisible long hair.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 20th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ waitin’ for the #TROUBLE comin’ from the north, south, east and west, what the hehl, listenin’ to some Kenny Chesney #LongLeggedModels #IslandGirls #Pirates on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0-0iZlQVz4o }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhoAreYou #WhereAreYou #WhyAreYouHere #DontBeFullOfIT

 "YES we CAN!"  -- the gods

A TOTAL ECLIPSE, APPARENTLY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 19, 2019

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What Eve did is not a joke, it began the origin of this blockage, apple eclipse of the hot sun

It is what it is and a movie star or a rock star can’t change the genome, it is what it is, my son

I’m not your mama so don’t come cryin’ to me like a little baby girl, even you too, dear boy

Girls are adults right from the get-go, out of the gate, ask any one of them not in a crib’s toy.

Who took the first bite? Did they swallow the chunk of nonsense down the pie hole? Yea, so?

Not my fault that an original woman who arrived on Earth before me, disrupted nature’s flow

Obey the law of a God who is invisible to me and you, priests and nuns too, no lives in Space

Emptiness everywhere outside a planetary solar system we call the home of the human’s race.

Awareness and consciousness are the award for conception without consent, it ain’t my fault

Ad infinitum in reverse from here and now, there’s an original big bang, Mass unlocked guilt

Sorry for this and that which has nothing to do with the fact that Earth holds the bone graves

From the walkers and talkers, all that’s left is what they refused, recycled and left, god-slaves.

Comin’ in for a landing on the tarmac to nowhere, estimated time of arrival is nevermore, #9

Just a dream goin’ down from the cerebral cortex and nervous system of an accidental design

Human DNA a mistake, a miscoded liquid solid gas, now has survived and spread a dark web

In my mind, in my computer, under the burnin’ star’s heat, hard as rocks’ soft as Moe’s Keb.

It’s in the rhythm and the back beat of the pounding drums, the rhyme of the Word, the flesh

Moving from the origin to the destination is what the animated do, or they’d be more rockish

On the top of mountains or in the center of the matrix you see in front of your consciousness

Inside your mind’s disturbance for staying alive, an immortal being arises, I am an Oz-fest.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 19TH, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ drafted from my Apple dreams in a California Golden Speckled One, #OffTheGridff #OnTheBlock listenin’ to #DeliverTheWord by WAR THE BAND #HITS on weTube link @ https://youtu.be/nEhQxPR7ZQM }

W.W.A.R.D.

#AintYourKindaMan @KORN @RollingStones @MollyHatchet #FlirtinWithDisaster

SILVER SLIVER, REAL CLOSE ONE *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 18, 2019

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Swingin’ along, swayin’ to silver slivers comin’ outta gold-silver Brooklyn and Compton soil

Homegrown #WordUp punks payin’ the price for staples, all too human dancing, high royal

Deep in your polypeptides there is DNA that is immortal yet dormant, only the strong survive

This struggle for the place to eat, to hunt for the food, to work for the cash paid to stay alive.

Read any further and it ain’t my fault if you gain insight into a mystery you call, your employ

Blind by light from the sun or the intellectual cyber-sphere of pitchfork mentality, we destroy

Why you work hard or get caught breaking civilization’s rules and regulations of golden rules

You’re born because you weren’t aborted by your mother, even if your father is king of bulls.

Thinkin’ about goin’ around in a circular argument from premise to deduction, now it’s quiet

Mulling around in the darkness without an anchor or foundation from which to launch a diet

Lookin’ for food to eat, stuff to kill and heat up to make it’s death taste better than bloody raw

From first wind to the second wind, there’s a lull in time and space, for hand, hoof and claw.

After life, what do you care what happiness is, what pain and suffering is, no eyes, can’t hear?

That’s why they’ve named it Death, you’re dead, caput, that’s all she wrote, all gods are beer

Looking out into outerspace is impossible during the daylight hours on Earth’s Sky phantoms

An effect of direct sunlight onto the atmosphere being prismatically abused by blown atoms.

Breathe it in and exhale it out, the CO2 is the source of the life of Plants, our food and smoke

Without the roots’ seeds there would be no stems, leaves or flowers, we’d have no pair of nuts

A kernel of a nut, just a speck of dust in the cosmic dirt-iceball dimension, the gang’s all here

I don’t care because it never really matters until you’re close to the edge of doom, I’m #woke.

I know the meaning of life n’ death, I read about it in books and magazines, your mama’s hot

Alternative to an invalid, illogical conclusion about the ends of life you undertaken pretender

A guy or a gal, man or a woman who preaches wisdom and knowledge, so right on, a cool dot

Finals will give you the grades, wise-ass fools but then you gotta live in It, a life, stinkin’ liver.

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r j j stephan, i *HEADER is my personal mandala, it’s now yours!

c. ROCKTOBER 18TH, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ ...It ain’t my fault! ...generated out of thin error listenin’ to Korn on youTube WTF is the #WordUp link @ https://youtu.be/kyOcIbRRkiw }

W.W.A.R.D.?