#IDontDrink #AlwaysDrunkOnSunlight @JohnPrine

G-FORCE IN REVERSE, CHAMPS *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 28, 2020

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From the grandpa to the papa to the son, it happens that it all rolls down the Sierra foothills

From Wisconsin to Chicago to Washington & on to the end of Earth, California kills fagots

In the gas chambers, in the electric chairs, on the hanging platforms, flies in the sky kitchen

But I got a swatter to scoot them out the screen or snuff out their short life from a maggot.

Spinning around for no other reason than there is nothing else that can be done, I’m thinkin’

Yet, it’s impossible to come to a definitive conclusion before the bitter end of life stinkin’

In a cadaver, a corpse or a sliced thinly piece of protein for the cannibals to consume raw

For the sake of the mighty and the weak, the Void, the Matrix, the World is in your hands!

It’s your mother’s or your father’s or sister’s, brother’s, aunt’s, uncle’s or cousins’ meat raw

Imagine all of the lonely DNA which has no sun to shine on their balls of solar suns-in-law

You, me and the rest of the genome partake of the only thing keeping us alive, fish alewives

Immaculate conceptions and Assumptions into the Ether, getting killed, come back jives!

Behind the dirt plows and snow plows I come from the 208 bones of each operator of a crane

Living to die and dying to live is the only way the Winters knew, it happens ad infinitum slim

All of the gigs made up out of thin air, right out of the caves, with the bass and the sax, insane

Fission of my atoms, fusion of our molecular structure into the icy H2O Mars to the Ukraine.

What never matters is what doesn’t breathe in gas and metabolize the mischief that ensues

Nothing in the seams or the creases between the sheets because it’s all caput, cook #ActBlue

Cash in a #ThousandCurrents from Hollywood shocks and awes of babies in Hades’ #Tides

Director of financing the money laundering through the Matrix, is God’s son, #SlowRides!

Piercing the skin there is nothing but blood and bones, ready to go where you were before

Give me millions of your pounds of gold and silver, I don’t want your greenback-digit store

Who has the billions of value that will give the mortals’ immortality they can never procure

So, out of the oven and into the all-too-human mouths, coco chips in cookies, on a skewer.

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r j j stephan, i *header is my kin, Grandpa Al, pops Stevie & 2 sonny boys, #Ich & #Jamz

c. Dimanche, June 28th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to John Prine #HouseOfStrombo https://youtu.be/w5Rkm_dqm7A }

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#BlackHoleSun @ChrisCornell & @NoraJones & @EdgarWintersGroup

GLORY & GUTS FOR GOOD GUYS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 27, 2020

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It isn’t easy for your face to grow the hair nor your arms and legs, it’s easier to go bald

All you had to do in order to get here to the present presence you’ve gained in the fall

There’s no reason for reason or the Earth, moon, Sun, the stars or the cool empty Void

Yet, it is what we’ve got and we’ve got to give it everything we have, no choice to avoid.

Pernicious in life and subtly as silent as a vacuum without a lick of gas, unfold God’s matrix

Completely void of ignorance and propaganda babble of the minions who roll with Hendrix

Monkey men and their women who do what rats and squirrels do, polar bears, lions & fox too

After an infinite number of moments awake inside of the dream, an alarm bell rings for you.

Playing games of chess and charades will get your Time to pass quickly until the end stops

Like it or not, it’s the way it is, live and die maybe happy or sad yet alive for once or karma

What happens next once you find out you are here for this short time, alive genome of pops

When the majors and minors expose the innocent yet talented to the nature of this beast.

To be or not to be a bean or a seed, that’s the question left well answered without sin & hell

My fence is all around me, everything you thought was true is not so, awake to the #Woke

No need for tickets so you jut show up unannounced and boom, you’re under their rooftop

If it’s the Sun Times or the Post or Herald, all’s one answer to every question, supernatural.

Microbes under the microscope appear to be living an entire life of moving about grace’s sin

Whether or not you and I like it is less important than the fact that it’s a necessary condition

Barometers and thermometers measure the pressure and heat or frost, it’s all fairly perfect

For something that bean with the mud, the blood and the beer, a Pandemic polemic sect.

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r j j stephan, I

c. Saturday June 27th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #KeepPlayinThatRockAndRoll by Edgar Winter Group on WhiteTrash Avenue link @ https://youtu.be/0_6slb5GBok }

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#FundsDry #WetlandsCool #MidnightOil @VanHalen

FOLLOW A CANARD, M.M.

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, June 26, 2020

--   W.O.W. ME  --

From San Diego to Manhattan, a riot or hurricane ain’t no way to know what’ll be in any gang

It may be conducive to existence and it may not be, good idea to colonize Mars & a blue moon

For the sake of the species survival, assuming there is no deity who exists prior to a big bang

Puns to break the ice with the keen wit of a surgeon and the steady mind of a following goon.

Whether you like it or not, the trajectory of the silver bullet goes directly into the bull’s eye

Every time I roll the dice, I got sevens and elevens for no good reason at all, just cuz I win

Winning is the only thing that’s important in this life and the next if there is One or any

It’s not my fault if there’s nothing after life and you didn’t believe it, it’s yours, the Many.

Using logic and reason to measure and evaluate the Past, Present and Future, we’re doomed

Not because of anything any human has done or will do but because It must be a Supernova

It is a primary condition for Being in general, a Super nova and gravitational collapse, dead

If I’m wrong about the cosmic repeater called Life and there’s more to it, it’s hidden I read.

Secret books in handwriting that few can read and decipher, not to mention torched libraries

Full of the herd’s ways, fit to survive the doom that’s coming but impossible to arm this God

What’s important to think about while being all too human? Nothing, which makes you nod

Word then there was some flesh and bone, fire, killing life and eating dead things, I’m Ceres.

There’s a part of this joker’s paradise that only the strong can understand, be One with fears

You can’t dwell on inevitable losses and defeats of the past, the only Way’s It, black or white

Stop #Crybaby #FakeMarx for the way you think it should be without a drop of bloody tears

A spoonful of sugar’s about all you need to live in perpetual bliss, rebellion’s genius’ li’l byte.

Are you idiots eating food and driving bicycles and motor vehicles without a license to drive?

If you eat something, where will you have all your friends and followers relieve themselves?

In your yard on a Capitol’s hill, the C.H.O.P. property under siege is my land without ANTIFA

We are coming undercover, you will not see the light coming, close your eyes now, sleep GA!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday June 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Midnight-Oil #WhenTheGeneralsTalk on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mqP61lGsXOM }

GOD IS GOOD!

 

Norma Jeane Mortenson - AKA Marilyn Monroe

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