#YouCanStickItWhereTheSunDontShine #KeasterForEaster ..Some little things my elders used to say when they rocked the 20th century!

ABOVE, BELOW HADES’ UNIFORM *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, August 26, 2020

------ #Chew #Chaw & #BlackJack -------

So, beginning with the end of the world as we knew it, I hope anyone would know the facts

Indeed, you, me, us and them, all of the population on seven continents, we’re already gone

Nederland right here before your very eyes, where nothing goes unheard or unseen, shucks

It is a one of a kind experience, these days of nights between them, catch fish, shootin’ ducks.

In my Hummer or on my Harley, rollin’ where my feet can’t take me way back to the beef

Justice is a ham sandwich to the helpless and homeless, vagabond troops of societal grief

Pending doom above every head which has not found a home, no privacy, no bed or B & B

On the other foot, there are no hands on deck when it’s time for battle stations, a mortal sin.

Conquering the well groomed, uncontrollable rage within due to the extinction of a live cell

Early development of the cerebral cortex by the enculturation of the host anima is essential

Serious about the intelligent utilization of this short Time we have in Space, even Sing Sing

But there’s a joke involved which is not so serious and that’s the fact that you’re dreaming.

Fill in the blanks, although it is all you can do or just shoot them and make play the fiddle

Shooting off your mouth like a loose cannon on the ship is not the way right up the middle

On that narrow pathway from where you can’t get back to you can only scan it straight ahead

Side to side or up and down are not an option for the mind’s swivel of y’all, a cosmic schizoid.

Yeah, the houses did all turn to pink on the day after the end of the Peace on Earth, on to War

Struggle for survival from snakes and fish to monkeys in the tress, or here next to my tea cup

I’m a bum who can’t and won’t cooperate with the solitary nor the minions of lemming tits up

Spend your current, your flow of blood and invisible, conscious and unconscious rubber soul.

Nothing is unlearned, all we do is accept the social principle, do unto all others for profit sake

Just ‘cause you think you’re pretty and smart means nothing to the powers that be, too #Fake

Amazing spiders build webs around an uncertainty principle, created a web of You, it’s reality

A vane hope to be saved from falling to 3 bottom echelons of the pit of Hades, Do, Re and Mi.

You’ll be strong-armed into submission for the no holds barred match of 2020 AD, it’s alive

All of our senses, sight, hearing, smelling, tasting and feeling the touch, in and out of the life

You decide if you will be a communicator of the Truth and the Justice inherited from the rape

Of mice and human species’ struggle to survive an accidental cosmic freak-show, we are vape.

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r j j Stephan Richard Joseph Stephan, I *Header’s a B&W photo of #Fatboy in New Mexico!

c. Mercredi, August 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to The Young Radicals #YouOnlyGotWhatYouGive on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DL7-CKirWZE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyeAintNoRocketMan #YesIam #SlamDownSevenShots #HeyThereMan - Love, Hair of the Dog #MyPlace #LivingAsGoodAsGOLD #MyPlace #Where?

FILL IT UP & I’LL THROW IT DOWN

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, August 25, 2020

------------- #HairOfTheDogHowling ------------- 

Hicks, spiders & hillbillies enculturated me, my mama always said, y’all come back tomorrow

Big one too, struggle to survive markets on mean streets of main drags, roses in leftover scum

They start shovin’ it down your throat at a few days old, liquid teat milk just isn’t enough, yo

We’ve got to do what we’ve got to do, here, down in hellright Tennessee, where I come from.

Down on K street, near the livery stable or up at a party of frog legs burnin’ in a hell’s bonfire

AC/DC & TheRealBigSmo with a buzz-on lookin’ more or less, a way to pass out of boys’ choir

Singin’ on Sunday AM or PM, it doesn’t matter, alcohol is the key, plum drunk stupor of me

Walkin’ tall or trippin’ over a crack in a sidewalk, either way, a dream is being dreamt see?

On the graveyard shift with the other black crows who blew in from the cornfield, workin’ it

Today, yesterday and tomorrow are all one when you’re in the Outer Space, out of this world

Spinning the yarn, spinning around in circles, makin’ clothes to cover the naked girls bones

White, red. brown, black and blue, every single one of the 208 bone fragments of God alone.

Free to fear Nothing yet accepting that the unknown will be known in short order, Superman

Don’t make me laugh, I have stitches in my side, I’m bustin’ a gut, seriously! I am just a man

That is all, I’m out of here on my last gasp of gas, oxygen depletion freaks me out! OMG nut

You got more hay and dirt in your pickup truck’s bed than I do, I ain’t no cowboy in a GD rut!

My neck is red and sometimes it’s just a stiff one, can’t move it and gotta look straight ahead

Of the men and the mice who left the traps loaded with the stinkin’ cheese, spoiled milk fed

To us all, this is all there is, some pretend there’s more, believe it and teach it, it’s a load of It

You know the bulls and cows but you don’t know why there’s milk, why there’s Gold in dirt.

We used to be the sun of God, the star of the solar system, it turned off, we turned it all down

Saving it all for the Big Bang in the parking lot when the keg runs out of the empty Solo cup

Hair of the dogs brushing on your tongue, inside your dried out, cracked lips, need the frown

Unhappy with the lot of your life, where you’re at, didn’t listen to your papa, y’all PhD-up!

A family affair of babies grown up to be cowboys, truckers and hookers, make my world spin

In an infinite circle of the failure of the statuesque stars between God-Void’s dark honky tonk

Drunken gone #BatShyt for the girl I can’t remember the next day while I groom hair of dogs

Mr Misunderstood never did wake up from that wet dream, my girls kiss lips of skinny frogs.

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r j j stephan, I

c. Mardi, August 25th, 2020 A.D. @ 0606 hours AM PST

{ drafted #InALotOfTroubleNow while listenin’ to Eric Church #DrinkInMyHand in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/usGv0gB2zEU }

 

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W.W.A.R.D.??

#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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W.W.A.R.D.?