#SomeLikeItHot but #ILikeToRock - @AprilWine with the @EddieMoney #OnTheFlipSide

SOUTHSIDE, THE FARSIDE OF ME

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, July 20, 2019

----------ROCK & ROLL ALL NIGHT-----------

I know one thing for sure and if you know more than I do, let me know, I’ll pay for a keeper

Since I was young one, I’ve been pickin’ the cherries and leavin’ the rest to go their own way

If the cherry wasn’t ripe and red I wasn’t gonna get to know it at all, I’d pass on by like wind

Creepy thing that I always scored the runs when I got up to bat, hillbilly backstrokin’ city kid.

Half time in the city by the Great Lake, birthplace of giants and chiefs of the native Iroquois

Influence your thinking with persuasion of friends and foes, some romancers of gravity force

Why do I hate my Self when I have no idea what the Self is that I am, I searched in vein blood

All there is, no more worrying about survival, pursuing Happiness’ emptiness, #fakeheaven.

Go out of your mind when you go out of this Earth world of ours, this reality’s outer darkness

Empty space, maybe a moon and other rock balls anywhere between 45 and 185 million miles

From this core of our souls’ spirits, our astronauts ventured into the Void, returned shocked 1

Looked within the Void, realized that we are the Void, timeless nowhere, bullets of God’s gun.

Language between naked apes allows comprehension of conventions but oh, uh, not really

Wasting as much time as possible to avoid commitment to life, to live just to die, as a meme

It’s a secret that’s right in front of our face to see and understand even if blinded by atom raw

It’s not just to be or not to be, it’s how to be and why you should assimilate to the Divine law.

Comedy and tragedy on this imaginary #fake stage, hunkered down, gravitational collapse It

A Will to Power inherited by default since all other minds reject It rather than assimilate, exit

Opportunity may not knock on your third eye blind door but if it does, you’ll be a corpse, son

Nobody that’s alive now or who will be alive in the future will make it past the Event Horizon.

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r j j stephan, i { “Smack my horse in the ass with my last dyin’ gasp!” -- Eddie Money * Header’s my brother in heaven, R.I.P. @AllenRobertStephan, #MyMan }

c. Saturday July 20th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted in effigy, as well as while listenin’ to the mighty Eddie Money #GimmeSomeH2O & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rU-KVObNEd4 }

FINIS

#RaiseAZillionDollars or not... #VOTE #dontVOTE #NothingMatters #AllBoutTheBenjamins #BlahBlahBlah #SpillTheWine

EAGLES IN NEVER, NEVERLANDED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, July 19, 2019

----#OBLIGATIONS & #COMMITTMENTS----

Unified fields of the matrix, walkin’ on The Moon’s infinite space, Black Hole of your Mother

All you can think of, where’s something to eat, hungry I am here inflight, a grounded Brother

All I’ve ever done and all I’ll ever do until the day of my last flight to murder a man-boy fisher

Everything that’s alive will die, I am a tool of the messenger, I do what I do, just holy for Her.

Mother Earth is who She is and there is no mercy for you or I in orbit around Fire rock hash

The Sun, The Star closest to your and my hearts dumpster dive for the garbage white trash

Innocence was never lost because it never existed in the first place, atomic integration post

From the neutron to the black hole, your Ego vanishes into the tears of your mama’s ghost.

In flight away from and toward the beginning of the end, the alpha of the omega in an effigy

You can stick a king’s fork in the fried, burnt DNA flesh of pigs, cows, chickens, oh monkey!

Only adults in this room, the children, the babies, the zygotes are not allowed to analyze chit

A blasted rock left a compacted contraction of gas turned to stone, regulated plants, smoke it.

Upon the dust of the moon, the bones were buried underneath the surface, dozens of skulls

Not human heads of creatures that landed and became extinct, choked on the oxygen hulls

No female or male differences of the species, everything and everyone One mass, safe places

Glowing beak grabbing the prey and lifting into the dark air, headed to divine, Stupid Spaces.

If tattle tales want to tell the history of your life, in the form of a child’s game, a white blow

Talking and speaking about why the stars and the sun shine for us to be alive here and now

Learned to scoot and crawl, never could ride, drive, run or fly to escape the Truth, on points

Beer, spirits of fermented grain to the acid, to the alcohol, to the burnt leaf of planted joints.

I got your wall streets right here at the crossroad of easy street, approach light speed, alrighty

Ready to protect my heart and soul from the things that must devour the living, hot almighty

Didn’t walk on a moon but I’ll go to an Event Horizon’s Black Hole, in due time I’ll pay for It

Around the clock, around the star, incredible Eurekan golden fleece, pagan gold is God’s chit.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 19, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #Police #WalkingOnTheMoon link @ https://youtu.be/PIIkN1vMbmo & Eddie Money #GiveMeSomeWater link @ https://youtu.be/rU-KVObNEd4 }

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