@MartinaMcBride @GwenStefani & @BlakeShelton = This is IT @GratefulDead #JustTheJamz @ACDC #FlyOnTheWall #ClassicO

FLYS ON THE WALL, SONS OF BEE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 29, 2020

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Demonic rats vote black and white trash into positions of signature authorization but I’ll cry

Tears aren’t comin’ down my cheeks any longer since they’ve dried up in the county’s pig sty

A reason for the intrepid drunk tanks of the cities and towns of the whole world of golden dirt

Placed here & now in Space without an infinite allotment of time to face the fact, God’s a flirt.

For the sake of being a neutral stimulus for nothing at all in regard to philosophy of lives’ skit

Dream within a dream in each and everyone of the beings, the homo sapiens, One’s alive in It

1st contact with UFO’s synapses’ type of linguistics, ghostly mysterious, atheistic magic trick

Gets the babies of the seven continents believing that they will remain alive when dead, Sick!

Now then, since it’s impossible for all innocent folk to both know the Truth and be happy too

A panacea for this decimating data is that you will walk nearly alone without catching the flu

Sick & laying dying is for the masses who believe that there’s no better Time than the Present

It’s wrong like Marx, Lenin & Trotsky but not Trump & Geo. Washington’s advice & consent.

Making fun of what you see and writing and speaking as if you know it all, it’s a funny sound

You observe with your intellect and interpret the horrible sights, sounds and feelings of life in

Or out of white and black trash cans and dumpsters, dregs of humanity, rats and roaches’ sin

Looking around 360 degrees, contemplating One’s naval, mother, father of all underground.

Somebody like my grandma or my daddy told me before I could see over the commode to pee

You should always do your duty to God and your country, be nice to your ma, your papa & kin

Never steal another man’s girlfriend, wife or private property and watch your back for the sin

None alive will be as good as you, no one else will always be philosophically correct, trip to be.

Schools harbor the teachers of the philosophies which are exactly like virus’ DNA & bacteria

They teach invasion of the host, break down the codes of order and dissolve the mass hysteria

Leaving destruction of the order of things because they had Nothing, they love Nothing at all

That’s the ends of origins but not the coffin of a climax yet, a personal death’s shroud, a pall.

Underground or in an urn full of ash and bone, maybe in a box on a shelf in a closet’s bowls

To go back to the place you came from which is nowhere but here, a gleam in your kin’s eye

Animated cosmic trash, dust of magnetic behavior of Red Giants & Singularity Black Holes

...void, empty, zero gravity, silence, feel Nothing, you always were, now shoot the wall’s fly!

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r j j stephan, i * StopTappinTheHeader

c. Tuesday, Nine-TwentyNine, TwentyTwenty Anno Domini @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Listenin’ to Grateful Dead #JustTheJamz Tube link @ https://youtu.be/Eh7yeysPDhI }

FINIS!

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EnforcedDisenfranchisment #WelcomeHome #FUBAR #TobaccoRoad #LunaticsLiarsAndLameMothers

FUBAR MASK IN TOMBSTONE DUST

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 27, 2020

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Coming from a Joker DNA in Space next to your naked bones screwed dead, yet I am not lost

I need to find myself alone again, where I used to be without yours or anyone else’s hype cost

Being beholding to helping you every step you take, every move you make, so stay in control

Finished, caput, totally out of the favors that used to be Humanity’s #COVID19 diseased soul.

Just let me have my food, my shelter, my drinks and smokes and I’m good until a bitter End

When it all comes down from the outside and begins collapsing within, I won’t leap off a cliff

Y’all go to the place where nothing remains, like a song that nobody ever sings to money lend

To the future and to the past we give this present day and night, out of our control, just a GIF.

Today is a trick from yesterday planting seeds to sprout flowers to grow into terps for twerps

Serving thousands who alter their consciousness for the sake of sanity and avoidance of Hell

Which may be where the sinners are sent once it’s determined that they couldn’t give a slurp

A confined, extremely hot place, #Walkinonthesun with @SmashMouth ringin’ a Liberty bell.

Cryptic scribbles on walls & first grade Primer lingo give you keys to a 1932 Ford coupe 409ci

Dual quad carb for an after walk on the sun’s Time Warp, nothing to smoke, not even a pinch

Jacked up and revealed, then retracted and immersed into the lower echelons around you pal

Joined at the hip, stiff lip Hippy chicks born to grandparents from Woodstock, a cinch, UB1.

In a manner of speaking in tongues and whipping the girl scouts into shape for the cub scouts

Den mothers do nothing but monitor the fledgling taxpayers’ account of their twists & stink

Eventually after decades, they’ve grown into a connoisseur smoke of burning leaf and seeds

Mint flavored to the taste buds, past the windpipe into the lungs and back up through I.N.C.

To be this man or woman, this human being is as easy as being a virus or bacterial germ-bug

It is animated and dependent on the host, the living and breathing, self-replicating man-slug

What’s this substantial humanity, dirty rocks of planet Earth, Form of a Godsmackin’ room

With or without the original plans from the creator of the entire COSMOS, we’re all doomed!

I brought a knife to the gunfight because nobody with a gun, loaded and cocked fears a blade

Sharp enough to puncture thin steel and skin, to slice limbs, heads and vital organs that fade

As the blood and innards become the outside of what used to be deep within, contained milk

Hot with the flames of scalding, hot lava from the volcanic interruptus of the Big Bang’s ilk.

There’s a minstrel attempting to strum and sing the Unknowns and the Unforgettable hymns

Heroes and heroines said nothing while the spinners of tales took to the weaving of the hums

Words made flesh to die in between the covers of the books nobody reads about gods we trust

#2 odor, unforgivable, like a dream in a dream, One Singularity, disintegrated my balls’ dust.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dies Domenica, September 27, 2020 Anno Domini @7:11 Ante Meridien, P S T }

{ Bled out listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/Ig4jQrofnBI }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#KilRoyWasHere #KillJoyIsDead @TedNugent @ZZTop @Nickelback @StevieNicks @FleetwoodMac #GTFOOH @StephenStills #TreeTopFlyer @JimmyBuffett #Parrothead

1974 A.D. south korea

#Kill-Roy, #KillJoy SPUN TOPS & SWUNG YOYOS 

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 26, 2020

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Bureaus on the boulevard and there’s no tellin’ where the Hades you can find the boys’ toys

Swept off of my feet by God’s toys, queens sent them all One Way, a continental drift ahoy!

Fear has no place in this Space, nothing to be scared of since everything within is without

Code for the nature of the Universe is the nature of every beast, a byte of twist and shout.

All shook up, skin & bones from head to toe, twisting and shouting about the girl or the boy

Hung over, on the tractor, plowing furrows at 5 A.M. because I’m a drunk, immortal cowboy

I’m just a guy with a fair fight in and out,’ settin’ a mold, on a slow ride up 26 Palms, it’s def

Abandoned homes, vacant houses like there was a UFO abduction, only homeless’ trash left.

Any moment past the age of reason, in some cases seven or eight years old, the Truth be told

Revelation of the Kryptonite Truth be told as you would want yourself to be told, about gold

Both the alpha and the omega in the new system of mutual self-destruction, no more Lao Tzu

For all of us in the USA, it may be too late ‘cause Total Domination of Earth is immanent too.

Who has the Gold again? Who’s in charge of the rules of the laws that regulate the humanity

Which is sometimes brutal, sometimes supremely exquisite at one and the same time, I see

What is must be because what was, used to be but is no longer and will never, ever be again

I think outside of the box, therefore I am outside of the box and it looks like an original sin.

From early in life on a block full of rats and roaches in Chicago, any Yoyo can rise to the Tops

Mack the Knife wasn’t a fictional character of a fertile, creative mind, he was a real, bad dude

As I scroll past your scree and find my city in ruins because of the shitzstorm scatter of flops

Recipe for the faith to be both powerful and blind at one and the same time, I ate that food!

My mother and my grandmothers put me above their own lives and caused my prayers to be

From my lips to God’s ears, do you hear me mankind, womankind, tower of Babel denizens

Brothers and sisters who have 208 bones, cro-magnon DNA, not from birds, oh sweet hens

Spontaneous combustion of atomic molecules, prayers won’t help it, grace is Luck of the free.

Drank the skim milk and smoked the dank for what it’s worth, it helped with the coping skills

Self realization isn’t a panacea for ripples in adolescence it’s just a premise for being the best

Meaning to be the positive or the negative, whichever is the opposite of the N, S, E and West

Throttling the Earth’s rotation and it’s perturbation wobble, the twisted fate of God’s thrills.

Thorns diggin’ in for sacrifice of the Son means nothing, torturing and killing on a cross, zip

Where were the apostles, where were the friends of the man who could have been a virgin slip

Maybe there was a tiny molecule or two that got past that virgin’s nest of oneness’ being two

Then and only then if this is all true, survival is motivation for the transitory fight, got Blues?

Some birds can’t fly, some fish can’t swim, humans never comprehend the nature of a creep

They all guess at the shots, evil’s live in the darkness then they attempt to persuade the sheep

You can be followers of the incredible gibberish written by illiterate, bigotry of a faker king

Dark whiskey in my hidden hole, bullet from a piece hits the eye creepin’, tops, yoyos swing.

Look up when you open your eyes, on a clear day the sky’s blue, on a clear night it’s All black

Everywhere around the Earth, men and women who tripped out of the sphere, baby got back

What they saw, how they felt and how they feel now that they’ve seen what others have not

Twilight zone for your life whether #TittiesBeer or #JD Black on the rocks, be a buzz, robot!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, 9-26-2020 @ 06:66 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to some of my friends favorite band of all time, Nickelback #SharpDressedMan LIVE 2007 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Eh9Q6BGGU50 }

FINIS 

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