#RidinOnTheFreeway #ThrustToDust #HoyHoy #WhoIsWho #ACDC #ThinkAboutIt #InAPinkCadillac

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HOY, YOU WEREN’T THINKING, EH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 19, 2019

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We all got here the same way one way or another, it was my way or the highway, swing back

Muscles to grab on to and hold tight, my dear, you need the hang to be loose, be really honest

In black and white or in color, it’s one and the same, a feature of the genes, shook DNA cess

On the big or blue screen, in your mind or in your casket or your urn, broken down, on track.

Could have been a wedding night, first date rape, make-up sex, whatever coupling, your call

When the bell tolls for you, it’s your wonder and your fear and loathing that compel us all

From the babies who’ve been toilet trained, diapered, stinkin’ like the waste they devoured

In a bottle of formula vitamins and minerals mockin’ mother nature’s teats, to be adored.

My spine twists to and fro, lefty way over to the right, shakin’ the money makin’ hell’s bells

Calling all cars, calling all cells, air-conditioned rat traps for everyone, jihad for the minions

Loud gongs poundin’ the beat of the rhythms’ rock into my mind’s eyes, it’s all the Hell’s

A judgement call indeed, wedding to a stranger in a manger, a stranger with no opinions.

Off white, tan, brown, cocoa bronze, burnt redskin, thunderstruck by the lightening of Me

Where I step the thunder crashes from surface to soul core, rules of the maker, I am breaker

Nothing more kind than a boy with chips on his shoulder from perceived wrongs, deceived

Misfed and underfed, misunderstood and overlooked, germ, virus, what I am is a bad seed.

Swam around in the darkness of the two who came before me and broke out the nest in a skid

From first to the last moment, I just breathed the gas until I couldn’t hold it in, I am asunder

Reason and rhyme on the shelf when it’s party time and I’ve got to get out of this heavenly Id

Paid my dues before I knew I had to, grooved to #Hella now, can’t stop, it’s way down under.

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 19, 2019 AD @ 12:12 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to the quality ROCK of AC/DC on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gEPmA3USJdI?list=RD5QS9FqpOJ_g & some classic Rocks link @ https://youtu.be/b6iBclM2CkI }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

@ArethaFranklin in a #PinkCadillac #DropTheTopBaby #WeGotSomePlacesToSee #DropThePedalAndGo #RidinOnTheFreeway

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MARLEY’S SIGNS, SUPERNOVA SINS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday ,  January 18, 2019

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If you have none, you don’t want any, pressure is a heavy load on the psyche’s Id to see

No negotiation with the Ego or Super One overlord of us all, conscience of nations ages

Humankind from the beginning of DNA appearance to the mutation of holy macrophages

In the middle of empty, deep space, far from other suns and interplanetary cosmic debris.

Ambassador of this here and that there, a harbinger of the future shock, avante guard milieu

Militant, regal, Vatican-like culture protecting the status quo, powers-that-be not you, Bard

Priests in the middle of a dark glass bead game, a given, clueless descendants of cosmic stew

Still may be evidence of a dream within a dream, your awareness afraid the Earth is too hard.

Inner motivation inherited from the programmers who left you with DNA and UFO’s drones

Refuse of Right and Wrong actions and spoken or written words, Good and Evil syndromes

Debunked pretensions of childhood hooks thrown by corporate thought tanks, God is Dead

Who said that? God said that, that’s how we know it’s true. RIP to the heavenly father head.

On a holiday or workday, undead after a million years of drudgery in our misanthrope culture

A point is reached metaphorically and literally right here and now, where y’all are swinging

Of the days and nights, the matter and the form of cosmic fragmentation, under low pressure

Blown out from the nucleus to the arms of an astral spray of hydrogen expanse, Big Banging.

OK, somebody shot the sheriff and the deputy but it was not the bad guys that did it, yes true

It was you and me who left the treasure unguarded, didn’t stop the mass illegal, idiot dudes

Let the flood gates wide open not for Mexican citizens but for the whole GD world’s misfits

Maybe it’s the terrorists in sheep clothing on shores, on borders, sheriffs shot in the hoods.

In debt or in pockets flush with cash in forms of credit and debit to data linkage, Earthbound

Not that you didn’t know that we’re a computer chip and you’re a data byte, holy cyborg robot

On another hand if there’s a hell below and you want to know how far heaven is, death is Not

Or Josephine, grampas and grammas did just that, where are they now, stone on the ground.

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r j j stephan, i { Dr-eds #TitForTat on a #ChainGang, now git git & rock your arse off y’all! }

c. Friday, January Eighteen, Two Thousand Nineteen, Year of The Lord of Rings {1-18-2019}

{ drafted to #HITS Aretha Franklin #FreewayOfLove link @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Hypnotized #Maintaining @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

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MINDFUL OF BLUES & RHYTHM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 17, 2019

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You have what it takes to give and forgive the trespassers and mindless but not far out

Right here and now inside the inner circle of the cabal, the chiefs who decide who’ll pout

About the decision of the group over the individual, subjection of personal will to the many

For the sake of civilization, we beings adjust to the societal deposit of a dollar or a penny.

Good, bad or indifferent, Time ticks on, moment by moment, century by century in my pants

Maybe your personal life or someone else’s or the whole world, the royalty’s systematic rants

Atomic circles around a center of a matrix, red hot magneto moving unmoved mover looters

Any month, any week or day, maybe a spin or a wobble but it’s a revolution for sure, hooters!

It’s a sight for the reproduction glands to stimulate for response to the occasion, right? No?

It’s not exactly something thought about since it’s a random accident of matter colliding, bam

Everything impacts and causes deep implosion and a supernova ending to the sender’s blow

Winded by screaming softly while all alone in a vacuum, airless wind with no objective scam.

Who will drive for Amazon? Who will order the online paraphernalia on the platform of funk

A minor tweet or a post on a cyber-venue and all Hades breaks loose on a cyber-head dunk

Doing almost anything that she ever wanted me to do was not enough, had to act in my play

Twice as nice, double back on the beauty and love flow, I can’t go for that but I’ll do it today!

Dipsticks and numbskulls performing the necessary, sufficient actions to roll snake eyes’ dice

When all you want to do, being cold and hungry is get warm and eat something, all hot Alpha

Or grounded up muscle, sinew and bone in a ball or a flat patty shape, chew, swallowing lies

Forgetting good minds guiding me, in search of miraculous pain, feeling it all, God’s Omega!

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 17, 2019 Thursday @ 2000 hours PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to CARLOS SANTANA on youTube link to @Supernatural @ https://youtu.be/MNcB0l0H9qE?t=1 }

 

W.W.A.R.D. ?