#FireInTheHole #TakeCover #DoliIncapax Well, what would @AnyRand have to say 'bout @Montgomery_Gentry ? #ANTHEM @ANTHEM

doli incapax or got away with murder

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, August 17, 2020

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Too young to know the difference between moral codes of behavior, act like a war hero

Annihilating all living things in sight that might threaten your own life while fast asleep

Instead, clearing the narrow way for safe movement and a supply chain of sustenance

For the sake of mirroring the images given before and after personal death, pray to God.

If and only if the humanity doesn’t evolve into another species in future, flippin’ millennia

This homo sapiens form will become extinct, reproduction will cease, cloning not an option

Then it’s up to the gods, the strong will survive and the mighty will gain the spoils of wars

Mating, eating, sleeping, fighting for property and dominance of Space in Time, as whores.

It’s a fait accompli in the end, it has to be this way and can be no other, not in or of a fake flirt

Heaven sent all but the wisdom and knowledge beyond atmospheric pressure of pink-red dirt

Never anything but net when I shoot my set-shot or jumper from a perimeter, all swisheroos

It goes through more often than not, points of the game of 21, 7-zip deep down, lousy blues.

Too young to look like Evil is lurking within, without ethical morality’s fake zombies of food

All the little punks and tots are just the models for taking up Space here and now, to die for

Miserable or happy from dusk until dawn, dreaming the head to toe reward for being good

When you put your two lips together and blow, it reminds you & I of Norma Jean’s star door.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, August 17th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #Church on youTube { Eric Church } #JackDaniels link @ https://youtu.be/aYtt94iT2tU & Montgomery Gentry #CallItARack #TittiesAndBeer link @ https://youtu.be/txjrVXONBVE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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