#OneMargaritaMore #Satch2 #BethHart #JoeBonamassa #LukeBryan

PICASSO GOT PABLO’S #PEACE, GOD MEANS RADIOACTIVE#WAR

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, August 20, 2020

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There is nothing to be proud about being alive on Earth, it is after all a punishment right kid?

An unknown, related ancestor in DNA code download, offered blue sky as a hole’s last divot

But we cracked that nut, blew through the bubble above and below, now deep spaced, this Id

We know we’ve come from nothing but still don’t want to jump to blind faith, rock solid scat.

Concert in the Grand Sierra Resort and Casino to retrieve the #Satch shreds with the #G3

A bad company if they don’t turn that sheet up to decibels beyond the pale, need the earmuff

Trouble with the thing itself is the deafness cloud carried away to your room of silence, glee

Nothing at all from everything, loud & clear as the starlight of the sun, enough isn’t enough.

Being and nothingness survive the turmoil of the #BigBangO’s remnant UFO phenomena ilk

Lookin’ for an answer to #TheWonder, where you are and why you’re here, death wish milk

Immortally yours, flinging’ metaphysical dust ‘tween space-balls, a propositional logic meme

Where you read #TatTvamAsi, on an iPhone, android, a PC UFO idiot Word, Calculus scam.

Here is your #Ap for the future of our tendency to become the #Moron’s extinct ancestor

Adam and Eve, Cain, Abel, etc, etc, Moses, Obama and Soros, the project is in gear, off shore

Kicked, found on the road dead with the rest of the #RoadKill, maggot-nectar of idiotic gods

Education and inspiration are a ruse for the young, to stay calm and not revolt vs. #HotRods.

OK, by now there are no blind faith believers left to read on for the Truth of what’s happenin’

Past, present and future in your hands for now, soon to be dropped by a #GratefulDeadHead

Pushing and pulling from end zones of the plane of existence, pretend time and space dim

Last blink, star fire in #Picasso’s eyes, wide-open, warped birth, blinded, Thor’s end’s grim.

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r j j Stephan Richard Joseph Stephan, I ( *art in header by c.Pablo Picasso* i just #PasteIt! )

c. Jeudi, August 20th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST (cudos Joe Satriani’s 3 millionth follower!

{ written while starin’ at Pablo Picasso listenin’ to some Joe Satriani #JoeSatriani https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSnB-fagFqA }

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#EyesCouldUseALittleRain #OnTheWindowPane

STRATOVARIUS ON A WOOD FLOOR

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, August 19, 2020

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Stepped back a few paces when I got a whiff of the aromatic sense, my daddy was my brother

I knew it was a disguise for the hookah smoke and since I did not care one way or the other

I inhaled to my heart’s involuntary delight where all of my joy originates, a bit below my belt

Not for a small reason, I am falling in love with my violin’s sweet rubbing chords I surely felt.

A concerto with a B flat or in A diminished, hey I don’t care if was a C sharp, the deed was in

Before and after the flow of the sounds from a delightful angel in disguise of wood and nylon

A dream might end right near a last rhyme, at that point, being spent, I am a Matter’s mirage

All of it came of a dream out of nowhere but some Grateful Dead grave down by Baton Rouge.

Magic or just a coincidental accident of random circumstances winding up in a favorable win

All that even an orphan expects or wants is peace, love & a fair shake to get some laughin’ in

From NYC to Peking. over to Moscow, London, Lisbon, Paris, Rome and Lake Titicaca H2O

Formula for success of the genome is identical to a millennium ago, strong survive, weak go.

As far as you can see or hear, nothing feels as right as the sound of an opus in a concert hall

You close your eyes for a moment and fly away on the wings of your soul to an unknown port

A hole in your soul that normally is closed for business, then opens wide to accept a holy gift

Strung out on the wood and the mind’s direction of the phalanges upon the hearse gear shift.

Cup was full, then half full, then half empty, then the lights went out, no dawn e’er returned

Out of the Way to see what was going on while still on the path, there is no world of the dead

Guidance from the people who abided by the ten commands and rules of the road, made me

Know ethical judgements from A to Z, I row my boat gently, life’s a dream, did I tell you, G?

On the Dry Creek River I can recollect the steelhead jumpin’ for flys below the fogginess

Creme de la crop moves the rest behind it, no time to waste dilly dallying for indecisiveness

Rocking the soul within is all I can do, I wish you the same for holy Nicolo Paganini’s sake

Pick away, saw that fiddle ‘til the cows come home, @MarshallTucker1 & @CharlieDaniels1.

Bright as day and dark as night all in one day, around in circles we go without gettin’ so fake

Not much anyway, sometimes if you spin around too fast you get sick, like you’re from Mars

Monkeys and men are the same, they like their heads to stay steady so they can keep awake

In the end, my baby’s some kind of wonderful, to me and the world, I’m rewarded! My stars!

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r j j Stephan, I

c. Mercredi, 19 August 2020 A.D. @ 1830 hours PST

{ written while listenin’ to a #BluesBrothers concert on youTube link #NewYear1978 Winterland Ballroom link @ https://youtu.be/YTpiL_Leg-Q & Grateful Dead #BoxOfRain link @ https://youtu.be/VciqafMEWng & #VietNamWar music #RidersOnTheStorm The Doors link @ https://youtu.be/BFV-yj7hx0I }

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#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 }

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