#GovernmentPolicy #GI #LooneyTunes

TAKE A PILL, #SemperFi BROTHERS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·Sunday, November 10, 2019

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From the bottom of my blessed, little heart because that’s where I found it this AM, it’s magic

Putting the cart before the horse as usual, Truth is a given, it’s what you got, now get up & go

You’ve got no choice other than to allow OTHER beings, human or otherwise, to take control

Over your reactions to other’s behavior & taking responsibility for any harm done to anyone.

Self defense is required once your guardians depart the scene of their crime, your conception

If you neglect the skills you need, prepare to be looked at like a tool or a breakfast reception

Oh your God, he, she or it won’t help, the teeth will gnaw at the bone and flesh, with maggots

I didn’t create the nature of organic decay, I report and you decide, reward & punish robots.

Monsters in the center of the vortex that spins so fast that no egos exist, here, now there, then

Future, Present and Past a figment of imagination in books of cursive words, nothing at One

Paradise and Hades one and the same place where the #Whistleblower makes up story books

Passed along fairies’ tales told to the innocents who need guidance to control live, evil crooks.

Humpty Dumpty, Diamond Jim, Oliver Twist, Pied Piper & the Three Muskateers rock it out

Like a bat out of Hades, lookin’ for the bugs at night to swallow in the darkness’ down a spout

Around in circles, following nobody but the lust for insect matter and form, eat dead, you see

Vital for the conversion of matter into energy, it’s all in One pill, take it every day, honey bee.

I would really, I’d do that, I’d take a bullet for you, everyone else is on their own 599 of doom

If it fits that doesn’t mean it’s supposed to be there, it just fits, that’s all, end holy story, boom

Miracles that happened before beginning homo sapiens’ historical record, It never happened

Our daddies left us here all alone, we can’t wait for anyone any longer, no Savior in this room.

Don’t hesitate in the future, you have in the past and that got you to right here and now, Fact

Work, get paid, pay bills, waste Time, rent some Space, swing batter, batter, a diamondback

Caught it, cut it’s head off, bit its rattle off with my Tequila stained incisors, oh so equilateral

There it is now, it’s what’s happening from the First Cause to your Shock & Awe, have a bawl!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, BLOVEMBER 10TH, 2019 A.D.

{ drafted in perpetuity and on hold jammin’ to #SouthernRoad with Alexander King Yelawolf & Gracen Hill on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ukivqD3X688 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

@BabyILoveYou #MyNeckIsRed & #MyCollarsBlue

LESS THAN MORE, LAST FOREVER

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 9, 2019

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I heart you and me for the Hades of it, there’s no rhyme or reason for a super bee sting skree

We drove the driver out of his mind, he was all over the road, lucky we made it to apple NYC

Goin’ over the Jersey side is one thing but gettin’ close to the #Philly side, the river is all wet

It’s dry in Jersey though, can’t get a drop of liquor in the joints on Sunday, drunk, thirsty pet.

Hearts and souls all in for the ride, strapped, ready to roll down the road, neverland paradise

Wait and see if this sailing is all it’s cracked up to be, I’ve been flyin’ and rollin’ two of my die

Dice and die, two or one, never three for a #BunkoSix, it ain’t my fault you’re sad in the Styx

Away from where you’re going, down here by the river by me, Northwind will blow you a fix.

Without a soul you can go but you’ve got to have a heart, not just to beat but to feel the love

From inside and outside of this slippery slope of a conscious awareness, it’ll all end this way

Like an electric lightbulb in the middle of the #Darkness where blind men fear to tread to me

Ice cold and boiling hot, the nature of the star’s evolved matter, your DNA, our genome glove.

Appearances of the existence of an immortal angel, devil, god or Oneness sitting as Buddha

On the bottom of the coccyx tail bone, meeting the ground of stardirt, swept gold, Ma & Pa

I wanted to know, y’all didn’t care, now I know, it’s all been said and done, we are through

Nothing is everything and that will be True forever, that will never be False, you wanna sue?

Hold on tight because it’s gonna be a very bumpy road and if you’re ready to rock, 1, 2, 3 go

It’s the color of my world, deep blue and cosmic purple on the way to crimson infrared, #JLo

Why, how, when, where are all fine beginnings but now it’s time for the #Ends, I promised

Sometimes kids get murdered, other times The Man calls your patriotism to die, out-bled.

Just tools for the #Ends and that’s why the rats snitch and murder one another, it’s the #End

Takes such a long time to get from being a little kid and on to the lendin’, earnin’, #Cashin’

Gold or green, bling bling or just pretty river rocks, mountain stones and pebbles of stardirt

What’s left after all of this jive moves on downwind, downriver from me, myself and I, #$hit!

by

r j j stephan, i #BEATthis

c. BLOVEMBER 9TH, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM EDT

{ drafted jam to Everlast wink with #Devadip Carlos Santana for #sinners still dreamin’ with #LightsOut, deep space link @ https://youtu.be/AXLAT9nbQgI?list=RD0szqyWvPNKY }

 #HappinessIsAMapThatSitsOnHerDoorway #ThisAintOver @3AM

 #DoNotLieToMeToday

W.W.A.R.D.?

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyesAintTrippin' #WheresTheCocksAndTails ? @CocktailsForAll #WhereDoYouGetOff ?

UP AND DOWN, WALKIN’ THE DOG*
by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, November 8, 2019

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Pertaining to nothing, there is a black hole over here underneath a dead head cracked skull

I don’t know what or why or when or how or who for that matter, naught here is known at all

Features of the creatures left here by exhaust fumes of a Big Bang or two, it’s in the red blood

Atomic washers and dryers full of excreted liquid, solid and gas of your OMa & OPop’s hood.

One day and one night under the covers of being alive, a dream deep in another dream of RA

Sun, moon, planets including the Earth, smokin’ volcanoes and cigars here and now, OORAH

Up in cracked up holes, smoke rises up from the burnt star’s sediment, gold dust of my mama

Reading tomes for recorded power of the mind, there’s nothing but dead air, Grateful Deadly.

Texas to California, Washington, Montana, Mississippi and Illinois, repeat ad infinitum, son

#Woke and #Asleep tightly in the goose down silk comfort, no bugs in my rugs, just mi mi mi

Songs created from the chords of the A’s B’s C’s D’s E’s F’s & G’s, rock, jazz, blue classic mold

All in, Ukraine to the blues of Memphis, Tennessee, cornfields of Iowa, California stated gold.

We have moved, we’ve been animated by the bangs of the Bigs, the ones who dunk the rocks

In and out of the baskets go the balls for no reason other than to count points by live deadline

Game is over at the sound of the gun, the buzzer, bells ring and days end, black light’s so fine

All may be bright or dim but the light is all there is, star-suns blink on supernova gamecocks!

What I am and what I ain’t are One and the same thing, nothing at all, deep into a DNA hater

Where the acid thinks for itself with or without you and I, none of us is needed, we be fodder

For the Cosmic Cake being baked in the black holes of our ancestors’ origin, guitar and drums

Played classic pieces from eons of pounding on animal skin, blowin’ air into west coast bums.

Bringin’ it all on home now, there’s War and there’s Peace, we don’t choose but ‘who’ do ‘G’?

Not you or anyone you know, not me either but I do know who is at the bottom of the #Trip

Beauty and the Beast, we’ve come far from the packs of Lucky Strikes and Camels, all for me

Punk I was, they called me that on the asphalt jungle dead-end street I left, disappeared see?

With or without my dog put to sleep, I am still the Man with God’s gift, an inherited black sea

Spun, wobbled, turned around in an infinite circle of spins and revolutions in Space’s Time in

No time outs left in the bag, everything is broken into shattered shards of nuclear fusion tea

Hot water, cold stones and that is all she wrote yoyo, go ahead and jump for your love, a Sin.

BY

R J J STEPHAN, I

c. FRIDAY, B L O V E M B E R the 8TH, 2019 A.D.

{ jammed out of a SouthJersey.com { Maple Shade, New Jersey } crawl space while listenin’ to the #Beats of Grateful Dead 1987 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Psychedelics & Philosophy on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vGhMdhdDIlM }

* Header reflecting Duncan Yo-Yo #Imperial & #Butterfly fanaticism!

W.W.A.R.D.?