#Skinheads #Greasers & #Doopers @Stargard @Santana @FaithHill @JJGrey @MOFRO #HOMER

TAKE A KNEE, HOMER’S STARGOD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 26, 2020

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Still of the daytime when Mr. Sequestrate’s axe is present, hammer and sickle to pound hurt

Underfoot. underarms & down the side slab of ribs that won’t be BBQ’d COVID, DNA sings

Souls undergrounded, melted ice of northern and southern magnetic poles, dirty ball of dirt

If your mom and pop couldn’t tell you, what are you in for?... a mayhem without any inklings.

If y’all cannot survive the viruses and infections and we all die, that’s the way it goes #HAIR

It’s the nature of being human, all too human like you and I are, we’re all in this together, not

We’re all alone, single and solitary, nobody gets out alive and there’s no company to visit Bro!

Last gasp of gas, last two blinks and a wink, you have what you came for, nothing but the air.

It’s all due to the fur, the hair that we’ve covered our naked skin with, evolution of hot bones

Animals need it and plants do not, if your roots are in the ground of being, you’re hot to trot

If disconnected with fins, wings or feet then the Earth is your ground of being with iPhones

Flat Stanley’s imaginary place in space is what your mother left you, invented womb of her.

Bums and junkies that have always been on Earth, they are men and women, humans of God

It’s the handiwork of an almighty designer of DNA genes, this is what we’ve got, thank you sir

We ran but lost all of our breath and lost our way back to the center, back home where milk is

Fat, skinned and dressed folk, cocoa or vanilla, drunk on milk, ate birds, pigs, bats to be food.

People are the food of the gods, eaten animated memories of what you did while you lived life

No recorded history, they persuaded you when you were young and naive, God is the alewife

We all need the ale to complete the full circle, innocence to awareness of being and not being

At the end of the good times, a free bird attracts the end of It All, US, Infinity’s all or Nothing.

Sun never rises, it’s your illusion, your blind faith in things that are here, changin’ the blocks

Brothers and sisters of mine know but they can’t tell anyone but their own true self, we dead

It’s your great, great grandmothers and their own great, great grandfathers bald dead heads

This dumped on our heads, a crush of Beauty and Goodness, above & below the hard rocks.

I took a knee for the law enforcement to head off the chaos at the pass, it’s always comin’ over

Mixed up chronological orders of Time, scrambled the hand in the glove for outer-space lover

All of those homeruns blazing over the center-field fence had me going for a minute, swing!

Get the bat off of your shoulder, fight the heat comin’ in for a strike, here’s a homer! #Ding!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, May 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PHT

{ Jammed out of my face this AM while listenin’ to JJ-Grey & JJ Grey & Mofro on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GPlucqNQu2g }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MemorialDayTripe #ThankYouForYourService #BrothersAndSisters #OORAH

FIDDLE, AXES, 88’s & A DRUMSTICK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 25, 2020

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#Reopening is Everything, songs sung out from the grandstand, atop of the ground, star dirty

If you’ve decided that the human wisdom and knowledge of reality’s enough, boop, there it is

But there is an alternative to the nature of perception, to feel what you can’t even taste or see

Why do you think you know when you don’t, you can’t know yet your blind faith requires this.

Truth and Falsehood are one and the same depending on who says it, Timing is everything

Right before the last breath you take, just prior to your final heartbeat of blood to the blind

Wherever that is, wherever it came from, it’s going back to, the Void, the matrix of Nothing

Beating the animal skins tightly stretched between the wood and then steel, seizes the mind.

Girl Scout Cookies can be eaten or puffed up in smoke for a good or evil reason, alpha is OM

In a context of pure critique of Reason and Rationality in general, a tool for survival of Man

You are involved in the constant and in the variable, the equation is set, a perpetual number

X marked the spot, Y tripped the multiplication’s division, never subtracting addition’s fear.

Then you’ve got the gall to impose the analyzed concepts of the Dead Men, grave-site stoned

They knew where they were going before they went and now there they are, undergrounded

Some even spread out on the land and the sea, bone chips of your DNA, ash of rubber souls

Punks finally get their dues back which they deserve because they’re innocent, black holes.

Hungry for the good thing and the rest of the stuff that’s on a dinner table but not the blood

Satiated by the food and water, the solid and liquid but suckin’ in the gas, stuck on the mud

Improve the rage with a sublime smile, same one you got on your face in the casket of blues

I resent you bringing up the death of me and you per the laws of God and Man, I’ll kill yous!

Now, tickle the eighty eights up and down the scale, beatin’ bass, snare, tom-toms & cymbals

Word of the whole story from alpha to omega, a saga of innocent idiots pretending to be pals

None but the priests and nuns, ministers and preachers and monks, I mean none at all know

Reason why atoms split, why the drums beat by my mother’s house, is ‘cause it sucks to blow.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, May 25th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 8:08 Ante Meridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Drafted listenin’ & watchin’ #TheGreenHornet original series (1st episode #TheSilentGun) with 💪bruce lee kungfu master💪 link @ https://youtu.be/aGlb1eHTeUU }

HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY - 

ALL FOR ONE & IT IS DONE!

#DeepSpaceIce #SoulBallsOfDirtyRocks #SignsOfLife

SCHEMATIC FOR EVENT HORIZON
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 23, 2020
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Heaven’s archangels and hell’s angels do what needs to be done to things, plants, rats & bats

Liking it or not doesn’t matter one bit to the grim reaper who waits for your trippin’ footsteps

Punks or gentlemen, banshees or prudent nieces of Eve, fear ends it all, in a N.Y.C. moment

Preventing a a blessing from above or below, it’s your time to be dead, skull and 208 pieces.

Scales of vibrating strings and blown wind into a twisted vacuums of a T-Bird air force crew

Comin’ into the Savior, the Avatar of the plagued masses and materialistic paradises for all

In the night or the day, either way the spirit of the One bleeds the gold from the holy to you

Think you know better than the best, it’s what can’t be fathomed by minds of men in freefall.

Perfectly crude in expression of pity for your superiors, relatives higher than all snarky posts

All find their church going holiness and signs of the cross to show their comprehension of It

The dream is what you call the real world you toadstool, yet there’s still a fear of the unknown

Little girls, small cousins and their grandpas, party on in the name of the father’s holy ghost.

Out of your hands when you’re the piece of mind most of humanity disregards, you’re a One

Six came before you and then seven daughters before you, the 7th of the boys, a Seventh Son

Pain & suffering out of the purview of the master, it is what it is and it’s all good in due time

Pleasure and perpetual ecstasy without guilt or penance for the disobedience, I am the crime.

Series of strikes down the alley of ten pins, everything up and down, bouncing, curtsy to bow

Each other and the boundaries of the God perimeter where angels fear to go, nor the wingless

Alive for a moment, lucky for the most part for most of the ones who get lucky while senseless

Why don’t you take a flyin’ jump off of a cliff without a parachute? Talk ‘bout yo’ mama now.

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r j j stephan, i * On my wife’s happiest birthday ever, my words not hers, LOLs!

Saturday, May 23rd, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ I’m the DJ to #Megamix of my choice on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0fXk_JxBnUc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?