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TEQUILA SHOTS, KNOCKIN’ BOOTS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 5, 2020·

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Rednecker with a fake love-line, one of my limbs came up lame but for now, it’s Magic I said

Now out to the pasture where they groom my seeds, steal my force out my awesome vigor size

What do you want me to do? If I resist they cause pains and suffering even to 3 lit-up fireflies

On the wall for a rest until it’s time to find a safe place, taxi to the unburied, asleep in my bed.

Whiskey, wine and beer even if you don’t have the White Lightening, Gin and Vodka squeeze

Years down the road with or without the Truth, just found it to forget about it, you better bow

In a manner of speaking, we all need to get busy with knockin’ boots soon, so looky here now

Needs, desire the same things, like water and air, knockin’ boots, stayin’ alive, livin’ to please.

Concerts come on when the darkness descends leavin’ the full or pale moon, I swoon for It

Pumped up days and nights before the amplifiers got plugged in and the metal and wind fit

Moving the old boys and girls and stirring the blood in the good ol’ boys’ hearts and minds

Sung along, played along, paid for the whole shebang with my whole paycheck, a gold mine.

Here and now and then, space and time put their mark on the Darkness with ultraviolet dots

Making the waves of particles that confuse the Science with the Religion, a philosophical err

Ice melted before I got here to the hot heat that stirred my inner thrust to reproduce the Ilk

Needed the mothers, a lot of mothers, so many they turned into One big teat of mama’s milk.

Trending historical record for the recollection of the absolute, fishin’ in the dark for One zero

Fishin’ under or above, just beyond the stratosphere, all the same, knockin’ boots with a hero

Sweet rolls and sauerkraut to make the cuisine a throwback, spoiled cabbage spiced up waste

Knockin’ boots when there’s nothing to do, I’m all in sugar, let’s beat those sweet bees knees.

Party and last call down by the river under the Choctaw bridge over the Big Muddy, oh mama

Good times way back in 1969 before I had to #MakeWarNotLove, my mama cried & let me go

My papa knew I had to go and he was pretty proud that I got the hell out of dodge on my own

Well hung in the days and nights when the heart was thumpin’, undertaker cuts Truth down.

No mercy for anyone lucky to be alive, it’s a matter of being here and dealing with nothing

Y’all know the thing, we’re all adults now that we can read & write, God’s dead in Sing Sing

Many more bright minds than my dull and inferior tool, I’ve abused One accidental mortal

Innocent and holy, first day of FIRE outside, boots knockin’, house rockin’ a cold day in hell.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, September 5th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:10 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to faves like Nickelback playin’ #SharpDressedMan ZZ Top cover link @ https://youtu.be/Eh9Q6BGGU50 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CrumbledEarthMudBalls #WhereIComeFrom #WeRepresent

AMIGO HOMBRE Y AMIGO MUJER💕🐱‍🏍

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 5, 2020

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On the inevitable day or night that I personally exit this set of 208 bones, hold me close Boo

Hold your breath when that moment comes, I’ll send a signal from a netherworld so far away

From the miraculous search for your origin that you found before your last gasp/bump for air

To the ends of the dying star, Earth unqualified as a planet except to the pretty denizens of It.

In the middle of living in the reality we call the Earthly existence, we need gigs and holy digs

Without them we perish, unhappy and unhealthy, possibly murdered or left to dead buzzards

It never really mattered at all even before the civilized and modern left hostility to world war

Sundown or in the middle of the blazing golden dawn, this is our home sweet home, eh or...

It just can’t be all there is, this living and working for a living, semi-retiring or just expiring

But why, who cares? I fu-queen care and if you don’t I’ll make you care, you’re on, offspring

Not of the kings and queens, not of the fake leaders of the peaceful and violent packs of fags

I will always be what I want to be as will you, the rub is, you have no clue, your old belly sags.

Fortune’s what YOU make not what is given to you for free, even freedom isn’t free y’all know

Come over to my place where the living is as good as gold, out in the foothills of Sierra’s snow

Opened up the gates just past the boulders up a hill and around back, #Solocup mud hole off

Of me, me casa, you casa, put all of the fifths, gallons & flasks in the old plug’s horse trough.

It’s darker than a hangover you get every weekend, kids grew up and left town, likability split

Now it’s the way it was down by the riverside when we got carried away, it was a real #FitByte

On the tailgate ‘til morning light, sparkin’ up in a fixed Void, it’s all about mama’s good fight

Dixie plates and Solo cups, let good times roll, me casa, su casa, bonfire’s cold, so hot, ignite!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, September 5th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to some TheRealBigSmo #DownINTheBackwoods & HITS cuz, I gotta get carried away ... link @  )

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#IfAllYourFriendsJumpedOffACliffWouldYou? #YallWannaGitHah #JustJump #DontForgetBringATowel #Towlieban #CluelessFired

KNOCKED UP BOO, LOVE’S TRIPPIN’

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, September 4, 2020

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Under a pale moon and a sky full of hot star rocks, just like this one before it burned cold stiff

All there’s left is the H2O of the rivers, the seven seas from the Arctic north to Antarctic cliffs

Margaritas are up and if you can’t drink 6 you’ll miss the hair of the dog early on in AM doubt

Ain’t worried about all the sorrow your mother and father left you, all of the gods leaked out.

We used to be a star in the Dark Void, above, as below, burnt dirt is It, y’all dumb and deaf?

It’s all we all got y’all and it’s not your fault, it’s not my fault, we are stuck where we got left

Abandoned by the hydrogen and oxygen Origin and left with the rivers and seas of silence fire

Down deep to the surface of all that’s left of the the gas, the Hydrogen and Oxygen, all we are!

Straight to Hades in a hand basket or just full of lead lined-holes or steel-slivered, fine edge

Sharpened on stone, impossible to crack or break on stone or bone, learned power in a pledge

To be or not to be was never anybody but a hobo’s question, everyone else immersed the One

INside the bones and all of the pints of inner blood, buzzed on just 2 jugs of a goddess’ gun!

You worked hard, every day, every year you paid your taxes and back alimony, welfare guts

Mr. Misunderstood on the Earth, one bad mutha shut my mouth, hangin’ in the middle of It

Sky cloudy white, azure blue or black void of the 24 hour flight around the grand Mother hit

Light and heat takes a couple seconds from the Sun’s surface to get earthbound, roots & nuts!

Been in Florida’s hot sun with bikini mamas on a quicky weekend out with girls from a haze

They’d go back to normal being schoolteachers and administrators, lead science/math tease

No way ever to see or be seen by the blind third, second or the first God’s eye, MrHerb Man

Pilots fly nearly high enough, astro and cosmo men and women spacewalked on this omen.

Knocked boots even when I had ‘em kicked off by the door, a place in Space I want to be

By the fireplace’s hot, crackling #Fire we could feel a self healing warm, cosmic plasma

My attitude changed from the day of my conception in my mother’s empty womb of ova

Hooray for the eggs and of course the gametes with unimpeded flagella, only One to be.

Clearly, alcohol is a necessary condition for peace and happiness until it’s all gone, um, duh

Bottles and cans, left over water-cubes wet emptiness and a memory of being screwed too

Not the sex kind but the rolled and robbed kind, my wallet was in the trash, cards, cash no

I used to care but now I don’t GAF and there’s a reason for that and this, I’m gonna tell ya.

Before you knew, you saw what you saw an remembered how it all went down, can’t you see

It’s all a matter of going through it once, recollecting the process to repeat involuntarily to be

Reincarnated or not, even if this is a one shot deal, luck of the draw so to speak, angels await

All of the souls outside of the bodies that are alive on Earth want to be born, want women PG.

Love is the hook and the spunk of the boys and girls make the friction necessary condition, It

They do It, over and over again to make certain that the thing itself is procreated with the Tit

Mammary glands with a source of Oneness within, without which animal life will extinguish

Explains the attraction to that #Homespot, can’t you see old Mother Earth’s boys, just wish!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, September the 4th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 07:11 Ante-Meridian, Pacific Standard T

{ Drafted listenin’ to the Hippies Grateful Dead link @ https://youtu.be/byEwZAXAy4g }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?