#BurningDown #JackDaniels #Countryized

I AIN’T GOIN’ OUT TO CHOP WOOD!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, August 17, 2020

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It is no joke, it’s the meaning of living and dying on Earth or anywhere in the solar system

I am a comedian and I can’t make any more jokes out of this, no woman, no pain to them

Men move it as human beings, back and forth, to and fro but there’s a reason for madness

In the middle of the tidal waves comin’ in off of the NorCal coast, I saw a fish bigger than I.

I see what I saw when I saw it, I go faster than light but I slow down to get debunked by God

Leap of blinded faith that you and I inherited from either Adam and Eve or monkey bloods

As if I’m not here and now, relating this theoretical probability theory abound in deep floods

As if the Earth had so much water in the past thousands of years, what’s left is the deep sea.

Nothing is absolute nor free to be, that’s an irrefutable fact of living here & now, to die for it

Everything is here, it’s all right now in the present, the past is history, the future is a lit debit

Amazed imagination is unqualified to opine on the unseen yet obvious to the blindsided dead

What do you know about me not bein’ any good at kissin’ you, you like to lie about that, eh?

I’m the best you ever knew, the best you’ll ever know after I’m dead and gone, game’s got skin

I got a bottle of CAMP & rack of #OldStyle, we’re goin’ down to the river by the holler, you in?

Lake Michigan rolled me on down the Mississippi to Biloxi, got an accent from Texas on my C

Lovin’ the y’alls and none of this is my fault, I got here and it was just like this, it’ll always be.

Miracle that this and that got here from an exploding mass of amorphous particulates, a hole

Now at this shootout there’s nothing fair anymore, the backstabbers are your sisters of blow

No warning from my daddy or mama when I left my boots by the bed, nightmares were afoot

In a four cornered room you go, windows and door wide open, nobody but murder she wrote.

Girls and the booze and the smoke were all I knew on the last night at the steps of the Doom

I went out to chop some wood but I never came back, it was not easy without an axe or a saw

Used up and still alive, breathing, scratching for a cure for starvation and bleeding heart sin

Think it’s all about the reproduction of the DNA, attraction of the sex to implement the skin.

Price to pay is the ignorance and wisdom switching from on to off, all good to evil out in back

Nothing to know once the ending’s become the present, recollecting dreams in a dream pack

You never were alive when you thought you were, died and then became immortal as an atom

Happiness’ whistle is blown in sweet home of my bones, homo sapiens’ 1st Cause of The One.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, August 17th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to @MorganWallen #CoverMeUp & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KEnFCa-5p9E }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CrankedUpForTheDuration #SHOWDOWN #KrisKross

#SHOWDOWN, OVER IN A FEW

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, August 16, 2020

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Didn’t dream for the permission to live or die on the ground of being, I willed it, I am the One

Without me there is no me, no you, nothing at all anywhere in Space and Time of the matrix

Coming apart at the invisible seams without you, without anyone other than the One true fix

Mothers and fathers run numbers and the dozens for the sake of no purpose, sun of my son.

Performing from dawn ‘til dusk, dead to the world in dreams from dusk ‘til dawn, on a cross

Not a crisis of crosses, you can get timber anywhere to hang men, women, rats & demigods

Nails are a problem if they’re not sharp, too dull to pierce the skin and bone of my flash mobs

Filtered the complete mass of the atomic matrix of the universe into this thimble of the boss.

Bleed out, become unconscious of the perception of reality, a dream in a dream is #Fakenews

Performing on stage with no script, added to a heap of leaping-knowns and bones with Blues

Bottom of the barrel at the pit below the pendulum, the rats and bugs eat the matter of You

Some, closed off in satin and metal or swaddling cloth and tree timber-wood, some fired air.

Meeting after the final breath and after death will NOT be an option, blind faith point taken

Mouth agape for others to appear aghast as if it’s a reminder of their own fate accomplice, sin

Didn’t do the behavior modification of good rewarding and evil punishing, so good being bad

No command, no obedience to any code of action and equal, opposite reaction, e gad, so sad.

What will anyone do when whatever you do, wherever you go’s none of anyone else’s concern

Blowing in & out of your seamless ghost of an antique entity will disguise nobody else’s scree

Painful when the pleasure turns to the lack of It, a vacuum of empty insight into the deep Id

Right there inside and outside of the 208 bones, mindful yet in a spirit form, Singularity Kid.

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Written pretending to listen to Heartband #HEART on youTube #CrazyOnYou & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/vGEKW-e_Ge8 }

 

#DealWithYourOwnCross #IGotMine #YouGotYours

#RackThatSheetUp #NineInTheCorner5InTheSide #TheRollingStones #Springsteen #TheBeatles #Madonna #BobSeger @JonnyLang

POLKA 2068 DAYS A WEEK [SIC]

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, August 15, 2020

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What do you expect from the young high school and girls from the southern cross y’all chose

European and Asian children raised by women, their mamas formed their con-souls to lose

All alone just because they were cute, handsome or pretty but also because planets are rooks

Around in a circular jerk of gravitational collapse, flyin’ off 10 meter high decks like spooks.

Nothing to brag about, the truth is the truth and facts are facts proven only to be the subject

All of the babies who grew up to be city and country cowboys get nothing but a drafted deck

Bad or good times mean more or less nothing at all, in the end, on the highway to Hades hill

Where mamas & papas fear to go, here to eternity, an Outer Space in a sun’s divine LSD pill.

My pops, my daddy told me I was a bit off of the mainstream rocker, probably hit my head

Too many times little boy, head grows into an angry, baby boy, a GI to kill enemies of mine

Coming back to the world means getting to be fifty years later than what felt just like Ends

I got addicted to tobacco and whiskey and then gave them up with my Thanksgiving hens.

Speaking of the ions of atoms all over the universe, it’s now or never if you know what I mean

Know what I’m talkin’ about or find out what I’m insinuating and ruminate on it for, at last

Love’ll unite the gravitational collapse & cause the Singularity that the gods deserve, unseen

Don’t moan, don’t cry or argue, don’t fret about the spell that’s cast, abracadabra, #Heaven.

Disappearing above the atmosphere, above the wind blown bald-head skull & bleached bones

Whether we’ve been either good or evil men and women, celibate or generators of Xi-Phones

All in all, you may never get another moment to experience whatever you want to call it, Sam

Again, it may be never again, not a reincarnated punishment for bad karma, I think, so I am.

Last rodeo, final attempt to let me down easy, a belt buckle & trophy of notoriety, old cowboy

My mama used to dress me like one, toy six-guns and rifles, spurs and boots, innocent decoy

To persuade parents to send off the babies to the War’s sacrificial funeral pyre, grand larceny

No fuss or fight versus URANIUM extinction, Big Brother disintegration of Bettys & Barneys.

Words of subjects & predicates explaining the mean old man inside of me, I just ain’t a robot

Got around the world a little, back and forth thousands of miles, learned some things I forgot

If anything mattered I’d be lookin’ for that thing and keep in mind I love life, I despise to die

Looking forward to a spectacular climax of revolutionary orbits on Earth, all in your 3rd eye.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, August 15th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM CDT

{ Dedicated to my godmother @JosephineAlfanoStopka R.I.P. darlin’ Auntie Jo & while listenin’ to an eclectic blend of The Beatles #ForSale @ https://youtu.be/SUQD8MwEOfs }

1964 - #BeatlesForSale

#Madonna @Madonna #YaSayYaWillWhenYaWont #HoneyDont

#VEGASraiders #SilverAndBlack

#EnjoyTheRide  #FightFightFight

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?