#DogsOfWarOutTheBackDoor @AC/DC #InTheGame #TheByrds #RockOrBust #TurnTurnTurn #BallsToTheWall #HardTimes

ON YOUR KNEES, #THOR WOKE UP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 25, 2019

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In the heat of the night, when everything is asleep and hiding from the nocturnal predators

You realize that you’ve awaken from the dream, you’re walkin’ on the moon, in big craters

With or without ladders makes no difference since you can jump higher than Abdul-Jabbar

A bit lonely even though there’s LIVE FEEDS of #sports and satellite-comm from Earth afar.

Now then, I’ll box your ears off if you don’t listen up and comprehend the aces in your hands

Aware that there are some acquaintances who will forget the words, washed to the sea sands

All about the Benjamins, the gold doubloons and the black-faced pumpkins, #Trigger #me2s

If you don’t, somebody will eventually do the deed, to be or not, #StrongArm Joe Getty DF'rs.

#PrincesAndPaupers ruling grounds of being with enculturation, habitual reward to punish

Force the living to behave before dying for no special reason other than being a sinner knish

A thing to be devoured by the spirit sucker outside of this atmosphere or in the Earth core

Inside of or outside of a concept in your mind, an infant’s twerking, growing DNA’s w#ore.

One and the same dream, first asexual male/female life, #faux living amoeba and paramecia

Now and on the way to the final #BlackHole implosion, #MilkyWay galaxy, it’s me, #RiffRaff

Coming sooner or later in every sentient beings’ inherited genome, en-cultured paraphernalia

This AM, Earth shattered, I’m all that’s left, don’t cry, I am free of Adam’s struggle, LAUGH!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, ROCKTOBER 25th, 2019 A.D. @ 10:10 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #RockOrBust AC/DC https://youtu.be/_NdHySPJr8I }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BowlingForBirthdays #TowerOfPower #ChrisStapleton #CanIBeFrank #UncleFrank

FORCE CENTRAL & COUNTRY BOY *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 24, 2019

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Scratchin’ on the cave walls but nobody ever reads the words, they don’t fight the power

Just a handful of resistor transistors left among the living here and now, in an ivory tower

Above and below, it’s all the same, liquid, solid and gas in one form or another, gold or oil

Value of the things that make us great, it is the thing itself, the faith in the unseen royal.

Call it the universe or the name, known or unknown, with or without a Word, a Name of It

Call it your mama, that you’ll defend and there’s no doubt without mama, existence’s skit

Call in sick to your job so everybody knows that you’ll have a great day without the payday

Fell in love with the telephone rings and cell vibrations, need a text, need you in a bad way.

Chased by the fast guys that made me faster than them, I had to get away or take a bullet

Tell my mama I love her if I don’t make it home, not goin’ far past the ‘hood, now in a patty

Wet socks and boots, feet’s skin gettin’ like a chicken’s spoiled leg bones, rotten germ-lout

I am not gettin’ any younger and I’m not a bottle of brandy, so I’ve got to get the lead out.

No honey in the hive to get me high, like I used to be, every day, every night, utopian wine

Now, this war’s battles won’t let me be alone, I am dragged by the nose hairs, deep within

My mind, your mind, the mind of the utopian universe, whatever else wants present Time

Tennessee whiskey and my grandpa’s dago red wine in the cask, in the cellar, a glass rhyme.

Host or guest in the matrix makes no difference, bones and skin just a simple man’s ticket

To the players of the game before and after my presence, bona fortuna, get ready to swing it

Maybe a bat or a sword or even your girlfriend, swingin’ like up in the vines, a 12 gauge shy

Shells in the kitchen knife drawer, some ends needed never to be begun, but I’ll fetch a key.

Truth is that a tooth for a tooth only works 32 times, the last 4 times, wisdom may disappear

Into thin air or anywhere else where there’s nothing but air and the devil, who lives o’er here

Down in the lower gully by the hollar of the cousins, crazy in-breds with booties from heaven

If’n I can’t git things on my own, then I don’t git ‘em, food, place to crash, girls to love in sin.

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r j j stephan, i *Header’s #POTUS

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ jammed while pestering my muse, she knows why and jammin’ on #WhatAreYouListeningTo by Chris Stapleton on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/zhnMSVb0oYA } YouTube 102K I like this 5.6K SHARE

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StraightToHell #InAHandbasket #TheManWhoStoleYourWater @BruceSpringsteen @JacksonBrowne @SteelyDan @Hardy

FREEDOM SAXO IN BLACK JEANS **

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, October 24, 2019

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It’s got legs and it’s not gonna stop for anybody, savants and slobs from the mothers’ holes

Pregnant from an idiot and a moron with severed testes, now girl you gotta go on all alone

What it’s like to be a boy or a girl that came from you mama, it’s a trip, a for real head trip

Good men and bad women tell the lies and the truths that will get us over, a sax to get us by.

Broken hearts in Houston and Milwaukee, Bronx to Watts and everywhere between, it lives

Lives of the many and the few, all playin’ the game that seems like it’s everything under stars

You know exactly what I’m talkin’ about, happiness’ love, love and glee in the honey bee hives

Red light and blue light comin’ for the whites and blacks, black whites, you dig what I mean?

Static and clarity broadcasting from high atop the tallest trees and buildings of mankind’s sin

This here and now is the fault of the mouths that contained the silver spoons of broken hearts

Stacks of dead bones in boxes and pictures of pain, flashin’ back into the infinite recollectin’

Happy life, happy wife, deadman’s hands are face up on the table, all in, betting is over, I win!

Thinkin’ about this love I’ve given to the beings who got damned by the free wills of the gods

Oh, what it’s like to live without being in agreement with the world outside of my clear skin

.45’s and 30:06’s wavin’ in the air with the swords and plows, workin’ the ground of being sin

This whipped up into a frenzy turns out to be all of it, some of it, none of it, driven red bloods.

Fallen down to the substratum of the ground, below the foundation, deep in a sandy dune

Lookin’ up since there is no down being there at the first cause, the origin of the silver spoon

Time and Space are the tickets, yeah, that’s it, the maximum score of pretenders and goons

Punks, pimps and slobs that moved out, silver spoons and drugs in tow, death spit of ruins.

Texas storm blown to Mexico’s gulf, in the flood, the swimmers survive, holdin’ their breath

Top of a volcano in Peru or Alaska, blown inner molten rock that only rolls downhill, death

It’s comin’ without you knowin’ at any time, any day, early or late, awake or in your sleep, yep

Game played, rules created from the cosmic stardust in no man’s land, that’s life, here we go!

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r j j stephan, i **Header is the #BigMan #RIP Clarence Clemons shreddin’ his saxophone in perpetuity!

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ drafted in the Cadillac while listenin’ to Houseofpain deep end of #SkidRoad on a #SlowRoll link @ https://youtu.be/zBF3NreXHYY }

W.W.A.R.D.?