#WickedWitchKickinInTheMix #WhatDoYouKNow #NotAGDThang #LayinRootsInTheGround #EyesForNobodyButYouToo

ROYAL FLUSH & A PURPLE GURU

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 21, 2019

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Pens, pencils, quills, chalk, sticks in the dirt all recorded the parts of the whole, holy thing

If you don’t read it then it won’t do you any good, one way or another, win turns can’t lose

Think about it for a moment, you can’t get out of your skin or bones until you die, really high

Imagine the last thought, holy scat of the surprises from birth to death, God’s so godang sly!

At least there was loud music and drum beats to make your skeleton rock and rolled upon

Felt very good whether you played it loud and long or just listened to a Bose speaker oven

Either way, drummers keep the rhythm of the beat so the strings, wind and brass overflow

Imagine being alone but alive, not dead yet, just all alone, nobody else in sight, inhale blow.

God, invisible, attribute the good and evil that happen to the all too human suckers born now

Every minute one’s born and if that’s the case, there’s literally millions of suckers at this show

A rerun of a movie I’ve seen many times, I know how it ends, the lights dim, curtain’s drawn

Party son and daughter of an extraterrestrial, paradise of wisemen’s heaven, toke Unknown.

Compass pointing straight up north when I’m at the south pole, south of the burnt, holy fire

It’s the reason why this reality exists in the first place and in the end, you may be perturbed

Not what you expect from all of the rumours and propaganda you’ve been so enculturated

It’s an evolutionary adaptation, to get along with the most unfortunate dregs of the bonfire.

When one is on the wall, you cannot deny you’ve got a need for speed, sneakin’ from my rear

Caught in pitch black darkness, in a palm, waiting for release to the light or the annihilator

As long as there’s a great song playin’ on the youTube, it takes the pain away, the bada booms

It’s a mean setup, a royal fool and a poor guru, accidental DNA & a twilight zone dark rooms.

Philosophical existentialism or solipsism recommended for the trip through this morass afar

Of the men and the rats who carry the end of the species on their revolutions around the star

Broken points that really are pointless, in essence, it is really on ice in a deaf and blind freeze

Those who lead the packs, the towns, counties, nation-states and papal vatican of histories.

Sunshine with or without you, storms, whirlwinds, all here before you got here, One & done

But not your lucky, little soul mover of the 208 bones you got from your ma and pa, braves

Not a huge amount of souls become alive in a body to move about like free women or slaves

Skin color matters little, long way to go to get the power, King & Queen, checkmate ace, one!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, ROCKTOBER 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 1900 hours

{ blasted form my pseudo-occult magical fingertips in an hour while listenin’ to Chris Janson (...when I die) #HawaiiOnMe on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gFapzeoGJlA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StraightToHades #InAHandBasket #WhiskeyGlasses #DoubleShots @MorganWallen #UpDown

#DeepHeadBobbinUpDown

COLCOCK JONES & PORCH HONKY

by

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.