#Daytrippin' #Nightflyin' #dead @GratefulDead @AlbertWenger @GeorgeCarlin

IF IT’S TRUMP, I’M IN OR I’M OUT *

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, May 28, 2020

--------------------- DEAD ---------------------

Pierce my skin through my bones and the stupid shiitake I carry around maybe a day or two

Then in one small or large fuel dump, it’s rolled down river to the hot, septic reservoir stew

All of the refused masticated crumbles of life from the planet’s holes, caves of deadhead hair

Believe in something that you will never know is true or not, proof of life is a day-nightmare.

I am going on from the alpha and omega before the final cataclysm, over a perfect dead body

Literally, nobody will care in or out of your family in about a hundred years, it’s the raw truth

You have to be in a deep sleep to see the American dream from my point of view old buddy

In a photograph or GIF of your ‘something’, you express misconception that you’re all in it.

Good of God and Bad of Zero down below, whatever it takes to get this here life my friend

Alternatives of life in a different time in a different place is not a viable alternative to the end

When you and I die, that’s it, your and my ancestors knew this, prima face bait and snatch

Invest in the future of your life right here and now, it’s my life too, it’s all One, super-natch.

Logic and reason used as a tool for the forming of the rings around your fingers, Truth be told

Seriously analyzing the data and formulating a deduced conclusion worth the weight in gold

Or platinum or silver or uranium, in any case, the value of the dead rocks sent to be the vapes

We’re not getting out of here alive, not even you or your mama, your grandfathers were apes.

Grim reaper isn’t comin’ in a minute or maybe I’m wrong, you never know right, you can’t tell

Nothing predicted in the future other than the essence of everything, consciousness rung bell

To be or not to be, to die or not to die, infinity of abstraction on a pandemic trajectory, hit me

Rabbit hole for Alice and me, we got in and out with minions in wonderland, my mind awoke.

River ran down to the sea from the melted ice on top of the mountains, a star just got the hots

Or the planet’s spin and wobble at the proper angular momentum, leaves a Bible of God dots

Chapters from the genesis to the omega revelation that your maker will come back for you, eh

Doors froze the soul, body expires but probably not until after your final gasp, be here today!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 28th, 2020 AD @ 4:25 PM PST *OutMyColdDeadHands #OOMCDH MOLON LABE

{ Adventure begun today with my better 1/2, #NailedIt this AM, drafted this while jammin’ to the mighty #GeorgeCarlin link @ https://youtu.be/FVVo036N9OY & #AlbertWenger link @ https://youtu.be/t8qo7pzH_NM }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PreApocolypticRock @SamFish @SamanthaFish #SamanthaFish #Dolemite

APPLTREE HIJINX, ADAM’S FLYBYS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 27, 2020

------- #BitchOnTheRun ------

Hey, they didn’t lock me up to stop me from playin’ music and writin’ poetry for good god fun

Underneath the apple tree of goods and evils that fill in the blanks of where you come for tea

Old and dead men brought me here to be with the other children of all Dead mankind’s guns

It’s a matter of time and space it runs the dozens in, He damned the dozens, yo #Dolamighty.

Punks tryin’ to get into the locked gates of heaven, we threw down souls to an apple system

Shouldn’t have bitten off the piece, couldn’t chew it without incisors, canines and molars in

Trouble without the happy ending that can’t come, impotent head and feet in puddles of mud

Who can find the secret of Nothing in particular, Everything in general, a blind men can see!

Darkness, empty of the burning atoms firing off the damns of God or the gods or the matrix

This here song remains the same melody & rhythm & pitch of claw hammers turnin’ the trix

Greetings from outer space’s planet of a dot in the black and blue, all gone at sunrise’s blink

Shakin’ woman walkin’ the bones up and down the sidewalks and roads to the suck & stink.

Nobody will save you and you won’t save anybody but yourself, on your own dam of the gods

Broken and repaired from the origin’s garden to the destination’s junk yard garbage dumps

See what I see and hear what I hear, understand the gist of the revelations, you’re all phqd up

Just because your mother and father conceived you, standing up on the comedy’s guffaw cup.

Aliens from other worlds, just this world in a BC, 2 millennia down, one 20th century clown

Naked apes in sheets, dresses, skirts, pants, blouses, shirts, socks, brown shoes gettin’ around

Cause of the light is an explosion of atomic matter, dark star full of a black light’s homegrown

Shakin’ and rattlin’ and rollin’ down the highway, lookin’ for trouble to keep it a silent sound.

Who says this to you or texts this to you? You will be in the suck of gravity in perpetuity, God

It is the atheist way to say the thing, the word and then deny what’s said, cancelled grass’ sod

Freedom from the gravitational collapse is impossible, the trick is to pretend you’re a legend

Story is that you’re feathers, skin, bones and a bloody mind in a numb skull’s brain, The End.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, May 27, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Drafted in an #AdamAndEve apple tree loop of Buddy Guy #WhatKindOfWomanIsThis from outer space on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0zhV99Bvrgg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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

TAKE A KNEE, HOMER’S STARGOD

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 26, 2020

------------ #CompleteTheZero ------------

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.?