#SameOldSameOld #WTF #AdInfinitum #HeadAche #BrainFreeze @JJCale @AlexanderKing

ROCK PICKUP, MUSCLE ATROPHY *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 29, 2019

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Just you and me, right here and right now, pedal to the floor, we’re gonna get this down pat

Meaning is what we agree it is, that said, I will say this, I got the rock, I’ll carry it for a while

On the way to my first touchdown, I found nothing to be easy, it’s all a speedy fake I shat

Once or twice maybe thrice, I kept it real and told the Truth, I almost died takin’ a round in.

Troubled yes but able to get over it for the moments required for full attention and protection

One, two, three and on to infinity, there won’t be a day, not one revolution without me, boo!

Keep your friends close to your heart, enemies even closer, know it, whiskey’ll get y’all thru

Barriers to Ends we seek can be overcome, jumped, dug under, work around a mortal sinsin.

There’s trouble in paradise and I’ve got the rock still movin’ upside the mountain of aster Id

Fell in and out of the love that I needed to expel the lonely hearts tryin’ to attach to the orchid

Roses were red, white and blue in a whole bunch of wild scat, movin’ on movie screen silver

But the gold is where it’s all at, foundation of the warbucks and the #Papa regulations, the Id.

Now then, we’re in the same ballpark now, you and I playin’ by the same rules, blow and glow

No trouble to change the movement from North, South, West or back East, it’s an 8 mile high

Sounds like crazy talk is wild scat out of a holy vacuum black hole in a fake soul, go easy now

Friends, enemies, everybody else here and now, tasting the wasted God’s scat, hey #Pickup!

Full time wise men and wise women who know it all, I’m not talkin’ to you, read no further

Just me and the minions who have no idea what’s goin’ down here on Earth, wise guys to be

Fall in love not long after you begin to learn it’s a lonely place here with the discipline power

On being a woman or a humane man, battle-tested and compassionate hominid, hard to see!

There’s a few who know who they are and know that nobody knows who or where they all are

Among all of us, they will rise when the necessity arises, the gears are in neutral until triggers

Then and only then, probably shouldn’t say any more about it, imagine erasers, rollin’ papers

Empty matrix, all’s well, history’s real but deleted, atrophy causes extinction, fission Power.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is @AtlasRockRollToCielo

c. TUESDAY @ 4:44 AM PST on ROCKTOBER 29TH, 2019 A.D.

{ *drafted while listenin’ to #Lifted Alexander King Chillout link @ https://youtu.be/33VUmE6zC4w ...got ‘lifted’ (actually, it was a piece of licorice 2 cents) at the WestSide #Woolworths Five & Dime in Chicago when I was about eight, became a cub scout and paper boy, athlete on the block, in alleys and formed the philosophy you’ll enjoy, or not, I don’t GAF! }

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#IWannaGoHome #OhIAmHomeAlready #Nevermind

MANTRA ULTRAVIOLET BLUES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 28, 2019

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If you would have seen what I saw, the first thing I saw when I came into this world, you’d die

Somebody put me on a freezing cold table after being in 100 degree liquid for days and days

There is magic in the veins of the dirty rocks that hold the silver and the gold, left over bang

From the Big One, it all went up in smoke, loudly and without any fanfare, nobody to hang!

Listened to the sensitive kinds of special people that I’ve run into now and then, all gave in

To the misunderstandings of my language, my responses to the logic and reason of Timing

I loved her from the first sight, every night until she gave me the final decree, my signing

Of the men and mice I’ve beaten in chess or caught in traps for vermin salads, in Sing Sing.

Eventually the whole shebang will come in collapsing on my head but not without protest

I will not go quietly into the night and ride off into the sunset, it’s not my thing to be a pest

But if that’s what it takes to get some important point across to someone who’s at the doors

Fine with me, just never want to waste my precious time, it’s all I’ve got, it’s mine not yours.

A last will and testament is fine for those who have possessions they think are valuable relics

For the friends and family left behind in the dust and dirt you used to cling to, bunch of dicks

Lost by being banned for the sake of the burned out minds inside of the editorial staff of dust

In one ear and out of the other, art and the arrows shot at the target fill my eye with red rust.

Once and for all, like the musketeers, one for all and all for one, that is the way it’s got to be

If not you or me then who will get this train on the track and keep it moving to the gas station

A place ending the story of beginning with an unknown, radical, twisted differential equation

Quantum mechanics and flawless formal logic get me right here and now, I’m your honeybee.

Sensitive kinds let you know and you’ll discover that is always the ticket to paradise, two toes

On the way to paradise, there’s a slippery slope from a like to a love, matters to here and now

You know and nobody else does, don’t say a word about it and it will remain homerun blows

Better be throwin’ strikes 95mph ‘cause there’s an ace pitcher in the bullpen with a holy cow.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi ROCKTOBER 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:05 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to some Eric Clapton & JJ Cale #TheProblem link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/RC9feonEx5A }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#IWishIWishIWish #WellThenWishesDoComeTrue

ON THE CORNER, ON THE BLOCK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 28, 2019

------------wish a MFer would come git it-------------

Loose from the schools of parents and preachers who got here a New York minute ago

Ruby shoes or combat boots all cover up the feet that carry the mother loads of star glow

How old you’ve got to be to learn the facts of life from the gypsy queens in the fairy tales

When the tail in the air waggin’ to and from like there’s no tomorrow, wind in our sales.

Jumped when my pops said jump, moved in a microsecond when the rank ordered the file

Train rolls on from the first track laid to the last track finale of lucid reality, panties in a pile

Down home, back in the hollar where the shine’s produced and quality checked by my posse

All the children I hung out in the ‘hood with, through high school got scared of war, we see?

I flew away to do what the Air Force does to someone who things that they’re out their minds

Cut your hair clean off your skull, forced you to be obedient or receive punishment, amends

Until the training is ingrained into the bones and brain, the personality goes dormant within

Actually being embedded into the new way of being, a mortal that responds to Orders, Ends.

Population of humans and rats, not to mention the rest of the DNA to fly, run and crawl out

Of the muck and mire that has the stench of fifty million years, no place in space no doubt

Out of Time that you never had in the first or last place, nowhere in between is where I am

It’s where I’ll always be where nobody can ever find me, walk right through me, now sram!

If you only had to fly, phuq, eat, drink and lay in a nest until you had to do it again, you’d be...

You’d be an eagle, a man can’t fly but all of the other activities I’ve mastered, therefore I am

An eagle, watching the animals that look like food, a quick snack for the babies and buzzards

Last call for alcohol, soul shine drinks from here on, smoked BBQ bones and bud of orchards.

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r j j stephan, i

c. MONDAY ROCKTOBER 28TH, 2019 A.D. @ 12:00 HIGH NOON

{ drafted while listenin’ to Allman Brothers Band #Soulshine & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pDIQ7Otf1mw }

 

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