#TongueTied & #FaceMasked

PUPPETS IN GIRL’S HAIR STYLES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan - Thursday - August 16, 2018

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Here and now are the place and time you want to be, ready for the roller coaster feel a thrill

Of going slowly uphill and rush down at light-speed around and around the top of Chop Hill

High or low it goes faster than you care to go without a seat-belt and end the ride breathless

On skates, on a board, on skis and sleds, toboggans work too, slide on down to the crib’s bliss.

Up above and down below the same place you’re sitting now, barely getting by with your digs

Places with things inside to surprise your sense of being a man, all too human sons of Whigs

Being told to shut your mouth when it’s big and you’ve got lips bigger than your killer tongue

All you have is your bidding, that you’re a grown ass man, with a grown ass punk face offing.

Monsters won’t get him because they won’t let his father be, the refuse of Rico is all the Maya

Garbage written and said from the first day of hearing a sound, a song, a voice, mama mia

Putting two plus two together always comes to four and that’s where it’ll be left, bein’ sublime

Put your lips together and try to force the air to scream in screech code, must be supper time.

A bite off of the candy qualifies as experience so eat a bunch of Hershey bars and Musketeers

Dust off the old dirt from my boots and my lid and goin’ out huntin’ for the punks, my peers

You don’t know me but I will annihilate and inhale your essence, metabolize it, hairstyle dies

If I can show you puppets dreaming nothing, I will have had a very good Friday in paradise.

Found my mind hiding in a corner about 5 minutes after I lost it, lost my mind for too long

Crazy and upset about the nature of the beast that moves from place to place without reason

Just because it needs to be done for the sake of something bigger than the both of us, a song

Singing to a sinkin’ ship in the middle of shark infested waters, just what I wanted! Bite me!

by

r j j stephan, i  { #ItIsNotComplicated when you wear a #RasberryBeret <3 br="" her="">

c. August 16, 2018 Thursday @ 6:66 PM PHT

{ drafted while listenin’ to Steve Winwood & Eric Clapton doin’ #SlowHand & @PRINCE #PRINCE #WhenDovesCry things on youTube link BE - LOW ! } 

W.W.A.R.D.

Boys 'Round Here in @ASL American Sign Language

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ImAGrownMan #IAmTouchedByWhiteTrash

PUPPETS IN GIRL’S HAIR STYLES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan   

c. Thursday, August 16, 2018 
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Here and now are the place and time you want to be, ready for the roller coaster feel a thrill

Of going slowly uphill and rush down at light-speed around and around the top of Chop Hill

High or low it goes faster than you care to go without a seat-belts and end the ride breathless

On skates, on a board, on skis and sleds, toboggans work too, slide on down to the crib’s bliss.

Up above and down below the same place you’re sitting now, barely getting by with your digs

Places with things inside to surprise your sense of being a man, all too human sons of Whigs

Being told to shut your mouth when it’s big and you’ve got lips bigger than your killer tongue

All you have is your bidding, that you’re a grown ass man, with a grown ass punk face offing.

Monsters won’t get him because they won’t let his father be, the refuse of Rico is all the Maya

Garbage written and said from the first day of hearing a sound, a song, a voice, mama mia

Putting two plus two together always comes to four and that’s where it’ll be left, bein’ sublime

Put your lips together and try to force the air to scream in screech code, must be supper time.

A bite off of the candy qualifies as experience so eat a bunch of Hershey bars and Musketeers

Dust off the old dirt from my boots and my lid and goin’ out huntin’ for the punks, my peers

You don’t know me but I will annihilate and inhale your essence, metabolize it, hairstyle dies

If I can show you puppets dreaming nothing, I will have had a very good Friday in paradise.

Found my mind hiding in a corner about 5 minutes after I lost it, lost my mind for too long

Crazy and upset about the nature of the beast that moves from place to place without reason

Just because it needs to be done for the sake of something bigger than the both of us, a song

Singing to a sinkin’ ship in the middle of shark infested waters, just what I wanted! Bite me!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 16, 2018 Thursday @ 6:66 PM PHT

{ drafted while listenin’ to Steve Winwood & Eric Clapton doin’ #SlowHand things on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eoSn2Y-b6wI & @ https://youtu.be/ugTaPTv0eQY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PerpetualTwilightZone #MiddleForkPlease

DEATH to DAUGHTERS of mkultra 

by Richard Joseph Stephan - Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Not as strange as blowing your mind on major orange sunshine trip at the Ala-county fair

Or was that the purple microdot of the deep state bitten professors with the cool grey hair

For the few and the proud philosophizing children of the middle class godless drop-outed

Unmarried, girls of welfare godmothers with dreaded locks for grown-man boys, drop dead.

A fertile, grown idiotic moron, yes I’m speakin’ of the One who will never speak, yo’ mama

She was violated by her brother and you, Mr. Real Man that you are your own uncle’s son

Violation of the space between you and me, touching my finger on purpose caused your end

Stabbed in mid-forehead in a second, without warning, assault rewarded, badabing, it’s done.

If you decided that the only way for you to get TV attention is to act “the Fool” and touch me

Causing the massive security system to respond to the threat of an ‘irate & irrational’ wheelie

Dressed up like a little girl, dressed by women of the identical ilk as a passionate racist skirt

Yet pretending to be a ‘grown-man’ invading the space of another, wanting to die in the dirt.

Anywho, on to the next predicament presenting itself in front of a white-caution vibration

The best policy is to MYOB and if you are in public, with witnesses, don’t allow intimidation

Find the middle way, a place you can go to be secure in the government mule space. Please!

Five years in prison for possession of a joint of dead plant weed, escaped to the Swiss cheese.

What you have seen, any memory of the time just before we were conceived, then it happened

Gave a hearty farewell to your great, great grandfather clock, Space & Time that Adam sinned

After life there’s no death, death only exists in minds of ones who are awake, stars of a son

Just because some of y’all think you’re so pretty and smart, sex leads to a species’ extinction.

FOREIGN INTEL SURVEILLANCE ACT, controls Big Brother’s pot with 666 pieces of gold

Investigate you, spike yo’ water with “Blowing America’s Mind” with idiotic white-hair old

It tastes great, it’s got a lot of sugar that will kill your DNA little by little, breakin’ it on down

You smell like a little girl, you have a wig of a little girl on your dead head, no big deal clown!

by

r j j stephan, i { #mkUltra what? #AddItUp #WTF are you talkin’ ‘bout y’all empty bottles of wine? You be trippin’! #EnjoyTheRideMyFriends }

c. August 15, 2018 Wednesday @ 4:30 AM PST

{ written while feelin’ the #DeltaBreeze & listenin’ to Chris Janson’s #WhiteTrash & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2C8orE6hEV0 }

{ written while feelin’ the #DeltaBreeze in #SacTown & listenin’ to Chris Janson’s #WhiteTrash & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2C8orE6hEV0 } W.W.A.R.D.?

ONE UNFORTUNATE #SONNY (MY DAD) @ricoSacto; #ricoSacto

SOMETHIN’S BETTER N’ NOTHIN’ *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan 

c. Tuesday, August 14, 2018
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You all will get everything you deserve, sooner or later, you can actually count on that, mate

It may not be the best thing that ever happened to you either, a Friday night with no date

Drove me crazy tryin’ to become a saved man in a cruel world, all in my imagination, serious

Around here, all around there, buzzed, in it 66 years, welcome or not, a buzzin’ for all of us.

Temporary jazz and permanent rock & roll down in a crucifix’s grave, all 6 feet down under

It’s where the sun don’t shine and the maggots don’t go, where you go also, to the rot I abhor

Like the elders, the ancients, the ancestors we’ve evolved from and inherited their ethics sign

Good and Bad and Ugly for the triplets won’t allow One to rule the roost, it’s a matter of time.

Yes, now you know that this world is spinnin’ and wobblin’ around in circles, 365 every year

Rollin’ around the ecliptic like it’s nobody’s business, a direction caught in the gravity’s pull

Truth and Justice are the mythological pablum of mytics and the fools who follow the beer

Or the whiskey or the smoke, whatever is left after I drank all of the wine of the vine, no bull!

Peanuts and almonds, pistachios and mama’s apple pie, all there’s left of it all, heart attacked

Struggled to glide again, like mama and daddy said, fallin’ down don’t count on my old bones

I am still moving and won’t go back to being Unmoved until I am good and ready, shellacked

The only way I’m leavin’ this desert in the middle of an oasis, heaven and hell, I’m All, Alone.

by

r j j stephan, i { *header is a series of Native Chieftains of North America, sculpted rocks! }

c. August 14, 2018 Tuesday @ 4:44 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to some Eric Church #ChattanoogaLucy & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hwjxoqy1RXc }

{ written while listenin’ to some Eric Church #ChattanoogaLucy & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hwjxoqy1RXc }
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#SteamUpYourKeasterAMOS @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

STEAM UP YOUR KEASTER, AMOS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·  Monday, August 13, 2018

 

Carry your jiving behind back where the seven sons never shine, it’s only you winning

Loving and living the life you love, here and now in Presence, past flowing downstream

An era from that biological awakening teenager, stone cold war on TV screens, oh Daisy

Gold honey is still sweet and sticky just like the day it was conceived in love and ecstasy.

Pickin’ up the sticks, gettin’ down with the bad selves split into a billion stone cold souls

A moment runnin’ through the motion with the apples and pears, my rocks and my rolls

Magic or not, being blind, deaf and not as dumb as the ones with 20/20 vision/hearing

A foot in front of the other leaves a message that there’s nothing stoppin’ you, just sing.

Blame your mother and your father for your state of being on Earth, children end screws

Snoopin’ dogs or blood suckin’ leaches, we’re all related to the slugs of the fifth avenues

Places where the refused food doesn’t pass an aroma to the darkness and a lonely night

It pertains to you and I, breathe in and out, you know, hold your own, y’all cannot fight.

I won’t blow it because that assumes that number one, I am able to and two, that’s it, I will

What the...is this happiness? Don’t you know what I mean? Take it slow, just take a pill

Enjoy the ride like the boys on the bikes chant, just roll on until the end and then kill mine

Kill the life inside that your mother and father granted, down by the river, drinkin’ wine.

You shouldn’t smoke any more than you have already, don’t give up drinkin’ more beers

Some folks smoke and some just die without smoking, day by day, all smoke and mirrors

Clearly in hindsight it’s all the Glory of God, you must be pullin’ my leg, I’m drinkin’ rum

A case or a keg is the beginning of the party, down by the riverside, deserted seventh son.

Fathered through Man’s sight of a keester and scent of a Woman’s ecstatic embrace-scam

On a time line from then until then, here and now, I’m bumpin’ into the tired bump scam

Where our great grandparents moved along in health until death, now dead and gone, so?

It depends, I’ve got soul here and now but when I die, it’ll die with me, I am an Earth Man.

It’s an evolutionary scam to force the California Gold to surface above the ground of being

Red dirt whispering that there’s something deep down inside the coal mines, a diamond ring

Rocks falling and beating down to the center-core of the burned out star that we are, Dog

Backwards now, all together, what’s it spell? G-O-D! Yes, that’s right, God’s a Dog. Bark!

by

r j j stephan, i { ...I blinked! 60’s recollecting watchin’ B&W TV Amos And Andy eatin’ nickel candy, rottin’ my chick-lets out 1 by 1 ! }

c. August 13, 2018 Monday @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the 5th Dimension “Ashes To Ashes” & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/K_K_yFws-b4 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PERSEIDS ' BLOWN JOB IN PERSUS @ricoSato #ricoSacto

PERSEIDS’ BLOWN JOB IN PERSEUS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  Sunday, August 12, 2018

For no reason at all, let me repeat, absolutely no doubt about this Truth, logical and rational

Rocks falling into the sounds of the Eternal #HellsBells where Nothing reigns, never rings It

Unmoved and a mystery to the elite of the Occult Wisdom and Knowledge of mankind’s cabal

Signs of a singular Time and Space that we’re in, lookin’ above and below a belt starlight skit.

I assume that anyone who uses language, written or spoken #WORD can grasp bare bones

Things themselves, whether your deaf or blind are still the things themselves, mitosis sows

It really doesn’t matter if the senses of the body are stimulated by the mind, pheromones

In the music of the tunes you can hear the rhapsody in blue, in red and black rock n’ rose!

Nothing more than the best there could ever be, opened mind to the light that heals wounds

Warms the frozen rock into the lava of the spewing, holy exit from the core to the sky bounds

Where no man or woman, no animal can go without the air of Jordan or the Atlantean seas

Utter awareness of the origin and destination of your soul, not mine, yours, give it up, please?

I went to church every single Sunday, to serve the priest’s mass before the saving, gold cow

Turning bread and wine into an imaginary transubstantiation of a flesh body and sanguine

Bejeweled chalice of gold runneth over for the sips of the sacrificial lamb’s pretending sin

As if God or the son or daughter of God could ever do anything wrong, please, come on now!

Benefit of the doubt given, monks, priests, nuns, holy men, holy women and half blind birds

That is the absolute and only path to the peace generated by that practice of trusting words

As if the people who knew the words before you could not have been deceived, magic sounds

With no infinite dialectic yet steeped in Earth’s mystic, muddy water, watch out for clowns.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 12, 2018 Sunday @ 11:11 AM PST

{ written while enduring the mighty ZZ Top LIVE & in studio, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lAHGVK1AtnQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhereEyesComeFrom @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

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DON’T TURN ‘ROUND RIGHT NOW*
by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, August 11, 2018

Whether y’all are comedians or just a slew of disgruntled sons of beaches doing 24 hour days

Seven day weeks, thirty day months, three sixty five for eighty or ninety Godly soul, laser rays

Yes, you were born to rock and rule the universe or at least the path you tread upon this Dirt

Where you can pretend to be A creator, don’t turn around, you’re “All Too Human,” get hurt?

OK, let’s put it in an #ElectricCompany and #SesameStreet mentality that you’ll comprehend

A long, long time ago, you did not exist here and now, now you get it right? You’re zip, zilch

Even if you don’t follow me up here, come on with me to the ultimate conclusion’s dead end

Morons and idiots are both in charge and being directed by their own ilk, warlock and witch.

Are you with me or against me? I really don’t mind because either way, I win, you’re bereft

You’re not being forced to read this (Your mama is!) but that ain’t workin’ the Feds in beds

Want some MTV awards or the Commies or Oscars to show their RIGHT, on a far side’s Left

Yoyos goin’ up and down, on strings of the current ways of ‘ear-ringed’ committee airheads.

Bringin’ it all back around to the First Cause of the whole shebang, we can’t remember Birth

First things first, we all want to survive the assaults on our presence here and now on Earth

We know if there’s life then there’s death but try not to dwell on that wild-eyed, all the Time

Crack in Space, gotta laugh or you’ll cry, smile, this can’t be an accident, my God’s Sublime!

I took a stand right up there at the top of a hill where you can’t get much higher above ground

Mighty, qualified mice ‘n men, create a notion of an emotion to lead with a #FakeNews #hoor

Philosophical spunk allowing natural beasts to inject their pre-existence into utero quicksand

Here’s the pass, One’s foot in front of another One, my dead footprints out of the EXIT door!

Extravaganza concert of the most awesome Rock and Roll ever to grace the planet’s surface

In Time and Space, at a distant place that is all right there inside your head, behind your face

Inside the skull bone, under the cranium, stoked electrical charges move unmoved movers

You’ll learn to forget about me after I’ve been gone, #falling in Time grows on you phuqerz!

by

r j j stephan, i { *HEADER is a ‘self-portrait’ taken with Nothing to show for the Void! }

c. August 11, 2018 Saturday @ 7:77 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Linkin Park #WhatIveDone & HITS on a youTube link that I can’t wash away @ https://youtu.be/8sgycukafqQ }

W.W.A.R.D. ?? nothing.

#BlueBaldEagleCarrion @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

BLUE, BALD EAGLE CARRION

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

 

It isn’t worth a thin dime when you can’t sell it for a profit, ten times the first investment

If that’s the case then I’ll buy a million shares, what about you? File down rock sediment

I do not care one way or the other what you think about this or that, believe the nonsense

Appearances are all there are and the existence you see here and now precedes a presence.

In essence and for the record’s perpetual copy of the program, the DNA is the acid of God

Punched in the guts and lost the ability to breathe for a few moments....might have hit a rock

Impact with the hard place, my face and frontal #FullMonty are on the #Wanted poster block

A song to soothe the savage beast or kill a mockingbird, they see, they are legion, Aaron’s rod.

In the surgery I take flight for the world away from the OREGON border, ID, WA or the CA

Burned trees and dead animals everywhere, floating downstream to Stinky's’ won #Chitter

Chatter hasn’t a clue what to do or who to talk to, priests or gurus bow in front of rock-stones

Fire, water, air and rest are the four items willing to overwhelm a naked psyche, Dr. Bones.

I am not he, you are not she and we’ll let this all go by the wayside and forget about the ill

Not my business nor my concern to beat the bad guys up at every tomb and chamber of Ra

Up and down, sideways and backwards and I’m still in the same place I started Indi who-ha

Sabre-blinded by It and figuring how I can agree with the judges who judge, I can’t sit still!

Bourbon, whiskey, rye, gin, vodka and my kool-ade for the masses, ready to drink ‘til drunk

Amazing that I can still talk about it in a cogent fashion, regardless of my emotional intent

I hope that helps the analysis in some small way, a byte or two better than before is fine

Eras and periods of the ions means the infinite appears that way only to the finite stop sign.

by

r j j stephan, i { #IllPlayTheBluesForYou }

c. August 10, 2018 Friday @ 8:88 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Joe Bonamassa #IllPlayTheBluesForYou “LIVE” #fromTheGreekTheater on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/qoX0Olfqziw }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BackToTheWorldYouNeverKnew

CHICKS NOT CHICKS & SING SING

by Richard Joseph Stephan

Friday, August 10, 2018

You, YOYO man, do what you can but don’t worry it’ll be less than to complete the mission

Neither police nor military Space Agency can help nor empty suits that soar above the redsun

Behind the smoke of the burned redwood, cedar and birch of the #GoldenState, welfare falls

People from the world STOPPED flockin’ like dung flies to the demon welfare bees with balls.

Pink and empty of the contents, it’s all fresh and new to the one who just awoke in a daymare

Lookin’ around the matrix for the keys, locked into being the best at being down, it ain’t fair

In the wide open under that bright light of the daytime in the hemisphere’s wobbled ecliptics

Pine boxes or clay urns, fortune serves the masters, naught but Davy Jones’ perfect God’s fix.

Reportage of the guilty consciences that suddenly appear out of nowhere, from the culture

Training and schooling in the ways and means of obedience to the rules of the law in here

Within your 208 bones buddy and baby, you fly into my face and slam! You end it, all of it!

Comin’ to be happy and never worry but always prepared for the surprises in the super store.

You kill a man and you die unless you are a hero in a war, on a battlefield for freedom’s reign

Superwomen malfunction and become irresponsible, just like the supermen that they spawn

Spewing philosophical pablum to the babies with their mouths and eyes wide open, dreaming

As if your health and wealth mean anything at all on the Last Day you get in Man’s Sing Sing.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 10, 2018 Friday @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #FutureShock & HITS by Curtis Mayfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1X3-DqUve08 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MrMisunderstood @EricChurch @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

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TRICKS n’ GAMES FOR #scatHEADS

by Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, August 9, 2018

You and I bury our heads deeper than the ostrich that’s almost extinct, don’t ask, don’t tell

But me, it’s just not something I can do once I find out the incredible that is occult protocol

I know that you think your body will die like the others you’ve seen come and go, just caput

That’s it then, the end of the days is the last blinks you get in your life, no more sign input.

Silence and sightless, a soul can’t drink or smoke it therefore it’s useless to the gods, Ala Ra

Seeing the sensory perception, comprehending the nature of the beast and this matrix Ga

Nothing left over when it’s end of days for me, I am not sorry but I am upset about the Lie

A fib that the priests and nuns told my mother’s father, they kicked him off the ship, ahoy.

Stuffed or starved, either way you’ll let your heart stop the beast within, total breakdown

Not just the nerves but the entire DNA complex from head to hormone, seeds are sewn sod

Dug a trench, deep in the ground to bury the roots in stardust, to suck the bytes of a clown

Goin’ into the #Outernet for the #Innerspace peace of your piece of mind, on loan from God.

You might have an aversion to thinking about the end of life philosophical analysis of sounds

Either you turn out to be the food of a carnivore or cannibal or you get your form sucked dry

Then, wrapped in a favorite outfit, while stiff and rotting, you’re buried under holy grounds

Prayers said to the #DeadAir and without any answers from anywhere, soul fire hits the sky!

Puns intended if there are any, they’re all in your mind, nobody’s colder and harder than I

No softer than the basalt rocks under volcano holes, where the lava spews into heaven’s sky

A song now, a line in a poem then, miracles one after the other to make the things all be high

Ideas blew over my shoulder, past my mind into the #666 atmospheric pressure of your Guy!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 9, 2018 Jeudi @ 2:22 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to some @EricChurch #SmokeALittleSmoke & HITS/jamz on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XxWjtWONuGc } 

W.W.A.R.D.?

THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE FOREVER TIME (Episode 1)

W.W.A.R.D.?

HONEY AND LOLA MOVIN' #ricoSacto @ricoSacto #CominToGeeZiz

HONEY AND LOLA MOVIN’

by Richard Joseph Stephan·Wednesday, August 8, 2018

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To the beat and thump of an unknown smash from a man or beast or falling tear slander

It really doesn’t matter at all since the same flight will happen any day on yesterday’s fly

No difference between being born right now or just after a Big Bang or Silent Whimper

Parked between rocks and hard places until they get vaporized and make room for a spy.

Unnatural and unnerving if you keep your mind on it and focus on the thing that exists

Inside the mind or outside of it in the essence of the being’s bones, eat the monotheists

Then when they’re all gone, starting a fresh look at the situational ethics we love begins

Coming for the jugular vein of the keeper of the stuff we can’t know, bled on trash bins.

From hidden bushes to the rail road tracks, boys and some girls walk, in boots and sneakers

Looking for a place to be alone for a moment, to be alive and feel safe from God’s assaulters

Won’t leave any one alone, if you are awake and alive, you’ll be cased and swindled out of it

For a love of money and life, it’s all one and the same to a bad boys creed, don’t phuquit me.

Part time and full time wanted to pass the time, reverse the time and speed up time mood

Because in the dimensions without answers, ignorance remains blissful and kills the blood

Immediate attention to the volume of dead dirt left from the forest fire, worst in Cal history

Locked into Lola Myers and drunk on the green tea, whiskey and Honey Bancroft, I can’t see.

Takin’ a stand beneath the reddened sky and killing the hydrogen and oxygen of water vapor

In full view of the devastatting effect of letting a fire happen in the heat of the summertime

Singin’ and hummin’ tunes from the cotton pickin’ days of the master and the slave’s door

Honey in the comb and blastin’ the song that The Kinks sang about her, Lola dropped a dime.

by r j j stephan, i

c. August 8, 2018 Wednesday @ 2:22 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to Zac Brown Band a live concert in #NapaValley 2013 on youTube with the #HeavenlyBodies link @ https://youtu.be/T721JwErNFY}

 W.W.A.R.D. ?

#PostPartemImpressionism #SavoyBrown #Satch & #SRV

 NOTE WELL:  "@SATCH SHRED OF COSMIC DANK, DARK, GOOEY, STICKY & POTENT "     {originally DRAFTED ON @Facebook & censored by the #FacebookNaziCensor & had to CHANGE the name for the politically correct #FACEBOOK to: 

#SHREDDED #CENSORS #WORDS

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, August 7, 2018

If you knew what I know you would be ridiculous and I mean in a very good way, not too bad

It’s a matter of going back and forth to the watering hole and drinking lemon-lime Kool-Ade

Prior to the first F sharp and G flat merging into one and the same note’s sound of silent tone

You here, with me now? You’re a momentary planetary consciousness, an ego’s skin n’ bone.

No reward for being such a good boy and girl, a good woman and a meticulously perfect man

Your fortune is that you are here and now at all, in a universal ionic lapse of critical reason

Completely in the infrared zone below the absolute void, where the nugatory rules nothing

Mothers and fathers excreted the revolution, intelligence in the cyborg’s cemetery plotting.

Ready for the end of the days of your and my life when nobody will care about us any longer

Nobody will even wonder what you’re doin’ in the box underground, or in the ashes rained

From the clouds of heaven that never leave for outer space, always contained the #Graceland

Mind’s eye not in the middle of my head but in yours, in your will to power, in the quicksand.

You will die, I promise, it may not be before me but for certain, after me, quite gentlemanly

All you can do is cry, just like the old Savoy Brown jam, if it hits home, just love insanely

Never give up the feeling, even if there’s nobody else human around, grab a dog or hooker

Either way, get something alive in your arms to generate the verve or get to an undertaker.

Think about the sheriff and the law enforcement like it’s your dads and moms, all cousins

All the people go to school to learn the ABC’s and the morals of the culture, society’s norms

Violations are discouraged and depending on the infraction, punished for the severe sins

Doing ‘it’ to others, harm and death, stealing private property, fencin’ it to buyback worms.

It is urgent and it is a necessary condition for the reason and the rhyme, with or without you

It doesn’t matter whether you like it or not, the Truth is the Truth, there’s nothing you can do

Whether you’re a wise philosopher, a quiet clown or patriot fool, all of us live for God’s drool

Pink, blue, purple to ultraviolet hue in a discreet scent of bull scat at the bottom of a cesspool.

by

r j j stephan, i { #Shreds of Satch #ConscienceOfTheNation }

c. August 7, 2018 Tuesday @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #TimeDoesTell by Savoy Brown & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3dQ9H4XrhMs & Joe Satriani #AlwaysWithMeAlwaysWithYou & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/VI57QHL6ge0 }

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