#OnAMissionFromNeptune @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

ICE IN A HOUSE, SOLO CUP TO BE

 

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 8, 2018

--DEDICATED TO ALL SOULS DEPARTED FROM THE PLANET EARTH EXIT TO THE HEAVENS AND SPACE OF THE ORIGIN-- #STEPHANO

 

Socrates and Aristotle didn’t have any idea why Plato always wanted to argue with friends

But he did and he wrote the words down in a language he learned to speak in honeybee hive

We inherit these evaluations of the good, the bad and the ugly, all of the beautiful loose ends

I might die tonight, you as well, nobody gets away with murder and none get out alive jive.

You can do the boogie or the bug-a-loo or the polka or waltz, no matter, can’t move or blow

In a box or an urn, in a sealed manila envelope, either way, it’s spent, finished in a screech

Powder keg or wall of throwing knives comin’ at your face, nothing to hide, full disclosure so

Clickin’ drinks to celebrate freezing cold #ICE found to be our origin, the mighty dark Beach.

No fortune teller sayin’ where this man’s ten toes are goin’ maybe nowhere or far, far away

Pinchin’ loaves and pretty girls, all just smart and nice as mother bred them, oh aberration

It’s just a matter of this time moving on to the future, all men and women, daughter and son

Gettin’ ready for the boot stomp and lunch in a baggie, entered the gold mine, gettin’ it ready.

In the form of the matter we’re in, we’ve got to admit the mortality based on backwoods legit

A way of being able to defend and protect yourself and your family and friends, that is all of it

Punk rock to jazz, on to the ballads and the #Quiet is getting turned up to the highs of decibel

Smoke a little smoke, this is the right time for blues at the Silver Star, bump your empty shell.

Plato, Aristotle and Socrates began the main theme to my twenty somethin’ year old minds

Back in the 70’s.....the 1970’s.....historical record indicates I won, I’m still winning all kinds

Material and immaterial existence form the thought, empty Void of vacancy into A ZIP ear

Pure and vile, my Red Solo Cup, to be is to supply an infinite flow of Budweiser kegs of beer.

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r j j stephan, i {Back fr. Reno’s #ItalianFest, did NOT get an effin’ Cannoli, Italians ran out! }

c. ROCKTOBER 8, 2018 Monday @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Nickelback on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DmeUuoxyt_E }

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 W.W.A.R.D.?

#CloseYourMinds #BeAware #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

SONNY, WHAT DID I SAY?

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Monday, October 8, 2018

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I know you know what you think you know, now where’s my #JDBlack , now then, what?

Study philosophy and religion of the ancient to the modern era and you become an i-robot

Repeating the same old rock and roll stanzas heard for thousands of years, monotony of Id

Expression of #Kryptonite itself in the form of a Superman Ego of a meek, shrimp or squid.

In your truck, your boat, your jet plane or spaceship, life appears as animation of a DNA flaw

Mistaken natural selection from mountains to sea, an incendiary wobble about a solar straw

Gettin’ sucked in, we know for certain yet it is highly probably the case that it’s true in a NYM

You and I are accidental conception, a result of the ignorance of real legends of HM Eminem.

Perfection in your eyes and ears. a distortion of the actual truth that none can ever see within

It’s all in your head, in your soul, in you mind and you won’t see the Truth outside of Berlin

Computers running your show and mine just to get a distorted buck of tweets and posts, duh

Argue for or against the nature of the beast and you wind up like me, being a beast alone bro.

Maybe it wasn’t anything I ever said, it was nothing at all except a figment of my imagination

The eyes have it all whether blind or 20/20 vision, it’s the insight in the outside, faded news

Your walls of your homes in the gardens of Eden and your fathers’ mothers who died in pain

Cream may rise to the top, but without a cork once the bottle’s full, it will spill and disappear.

Simple men mating with complex women of the 21st century, all injustice’s flame redressed

#NotYouToo is a growing number of men and woman, #Selfish #Egotistical fledglings of bed

Where their mothers and fathers conceived the #WrongDNA, no fault of their own, God Dam

A waterway that spills into the lakes and oceans moves the Hydrogen and Oxygen for s Adam.

Nowhere else to go and nothing to do in any case, in the void of the pyramid, 4th dimensional

Time’s Space is Sonny, my dad mix to yield the compound we all know as this “form of life”

In an urn right now until I bring it to the top of Mount Rainer and disburse his dust n’ bones

I blinked, the dream ends here in a species’ space, it’s said, it’s done, feel the blade, my knife.

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r j j stephan, i

c. October 8, 2018 Monday @

{ written in a somnambulistic coma from the drive down from Reno, Nevada Great Italian Festival, Eldorado Hotel Casino & while listenin’ now to Eric Church on youTube Jack Daniel's on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rq4DV7BID5U }

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BlowinDownTheRoad

DRANK A 5TH ON THE 7TH, JD or JB
BY

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 8, 2018

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Named Jack or Jim makes no difference to me after the 6th shot & Cervesa, Corona paid C’s

I blazed a trail from the back door of the bar, walked down an alley, slid in the tricky blow

Fell down, blacked out before my graduation from grad school at MIT, kiddin’ it was Hades

Worked for the Federal government of a “manned” country for 25 years, escapee in the flow.

A curmudgeon for good times but an ignorant pessimist, who has no need for hope or faith

All he needed in his life was love but he couldn’t find anyone that loved him more than he

So he left the planet without the touch of another who bleeds love in their veins, he’s wraith

A symbol of all that’s impossible and improbable yet true enough for a bizarre word of glee.

Compound the simple minded with the inhumane and you have the world as we know it now

It may or may not change with the whiff of time, velocity ‘bout 67,000 MPH, retrograde too

Bottom line is, it’s a miracle that we’re here at all much less for years of happiness and pain

Happy people due to love and sad, unhappy folks here, there and everywhere, hating disdain.

A train went by my bedroom window, by my workplace work station and now it’s in my alley

Runs along the coast, under n’ through woods n’ mountains from Sierras to New York n’ back

Dug deep holes for the gold and I found nothing but the dirt under my boots, eatin’ the taffy

Between my shots and beers and smokes of the leaves of tobacco and grass, it’s my life, Jack!

When the shakes start makin’ me cramp up into a ball and my feet feel like they need homes

Not under my legs but in a six foot deep end hole, more or less, someplace to lay down bones

All of these little brothers n’ sisters wanting the dream to come true, they won’t get hurt at all

When you die dreamy hope dies with you, it never hurts the dead, just a free-will in free-fall.

by

r j j stephan, i { <3 span=""> is more precious than #Gold }

c. ROCKTOBER 8, 2018 @ 11:30 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Darius Rucker & other rockin’ hits on youTube link like #RockMeMama @ https://youtu.be/hvKyBcCDOB4 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

CRUCIFICTION, IBM AND THE HANDS LEFT ON THE DECK @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

IBM CRUCIFIED, HANDS ON DECK

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 4, 2018 _______________________________
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Which international business machines will bring Ends to apostasy’s rules of an engagement Lying about Earth’s position in the pantheon of Cosmic soup, Chicago Cubs’ gone home, sent Where is the place in Outer-Space, here on Earth from the Past’s presence or any future Time This Humanity conceived from gametes, miraculously survive gestation birth, I drop a dime.

If you happen to be born on the planet as either René Descartes or Buddah, you’re high above Where you and I get to read and share this One thought that we’re all joker-loner white doves Nobody’s outside of this planet’s atmosphere other than possible UFO’s that use light’s speed A dead man, Frederich Nietzsche opined on the Nature of a #Beast within, Adam’s evil seed

Overlook Truth, that #Religion charges humanity with sins, mortal, immortal, do unto you Your being, sense of Self, your bundle of memories is not only imaginary misery but divine Princes’ princesses born to queens and kings of gold buried in the star dirt, black and blue Earth, the planet, where life grows from the ground, what’s left of the burned out soul hole

Crying out loud or screaming your breath, your wind to the nothingness of being, vacuumed Pertaining to the day prior to your conception by your gamete donors, that’s the rub, Zoomed Magnified or miniaturized in minds of orphans and the destitute refuse of civilization, God is Dead only because God was not only never ANIMATED, never an ANIMAL but also, Void Is

I’m not the only one who believes Nothing but wait, I AM the only ONE, existence’s essence There is a Way down the middle path, I am on that road, you may or may not be, no worries Look away from your problems, world or personal and realize you’re gonna die too, any time Any day or night for any number of reasons, intentional or accidental malfunction into slime

An epic tale in the middle of the evolution of being creating the end of a star’s event horizon You’re bored to tears with your face’s mirrored image, getting wrinkled, sunken, all shrunken Inside your mind, where the recollection of the essence resides, the lion sleeps, hungry, God Species’ extinction’s under a magic carpet, sky cried God, mob justice ruled, I drag a hotrod

by rjj stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 4, 2018, Thursday @ 3:33 AM PS

{ drafted while listenin’ to The Brothers Osborne #PushinUpDaisies & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0 }

{ “I’d promise you forever if I could...I’d do it over and over again...We ain’t gittin’ outta this love alive! ‘til we’re pusshin’ up daisies baby!” -- The Brothers Osborne }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SettingYouStraightInTwentyOneEight @Armstrong&Getty #Armstrong&Getty #FakeNews

#GOOGLE #GOD, HOLY SH! #BTTW

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Richard Joseph Stephan · c.Friday, October 5, 2018

 

Scales have never been tilted in any “Thing’s” favor, before or after your placenta/afterbirth

After you get off of this planet, you won’t be alive, it’s not my fault, just layin’ raw, blood truth

Like your daddy did when he claimed that your ma should give up her personal voided scree

It’s making time, without showin’ the lead/gold It may have stolen/earned, tax-less and free.

God in heaven is actually all in the mind of the “All Too Human” hippocampus or cortex

Understanding and Knowledge’s Wisdom are vacant notions from the abyss’ infinite vortex

It ain’t my fault that I put two plus two together and get four either, landsakes beer’s in kegs

My notion of popes and dictators is not a bridge over troubled water, it’s a leap of my legs.

If you think a cartoon character of a dream state in the mind of an LSD dosed USAF veteran

You have no concept of the reality of this or that that happened to your ancestors, all in Sin

The Mortal Sin of this place in space at this moment in time is that your ancestors killed God

I am not in this mix of chaos for the trip of just havin’ something to do, Buddah’s the hotrod.

For the love of money and the kiss of death, my heart and soul are invisible in a tiny chimera

Surprised that there was even a glimmer of light in the pitch black gangway, come on lady

Deeper than purple before the black, deep down inside the empty vacuum, oh my, oh Mama

Not “His” and not “Hers” but “It’s” the nature of the #Beast, easy my man/woman, my baby!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. October 5, 2018 @ Friday 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the mighty Jim Bohannon idol speculation talk show from 4-6 AM PST on Talk 650 KSTE then onto the mighty Armstrong & Getty 6-10 AM PST }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlueDiamondEarthJewel #WeAreCausedByANut #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

IBM CRUCIFIED, HANDS ON DECK

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Thursday, October 4, 2018

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Which international business machines will bring Ends to apostasy’s rules of an engagement

Lying about Earth’s position in the pantheon of Cosmic soup, Chicago Cubs’ gone home, sent

Where is the place in Outer-Space, here on Earth from the Past’s presence or any future Time

This Humanity conceived from gametes, miraculously survive gestation birth, I drop a dime.

If you happen to be born on the planet as either René Descartes or Buddah, you’re high above

Where you and I get to read and share this One thought that we’re all joker-loner white doves

Nobody’s outside of this planet’s atmosphere other than possible UFO’s that use light’s speed

A dead man, Frederich Nietzsche opined on the Nature of a #Beast within, Adam’s evil seed.

Overlook Truth, that #Religion charges humanity with sins, mortal, immortal, do unto you

Your being, sense of Self, your bundle of memories is not only imaginary misery but divine

Princes’ princesses born to queens and kings of gold buried in the star dirt, black and blue

Earth, the planet, where life grows from the ground, what’s left of the burned out soul hole.

Crying out loud or screaming your breath, your wind to the nothingness of being, vacuumed

Pertaining to the day prior to your conception by your gamete donors, that’s the rub, Zoomed

Magnified or miniaturized in minds of orphans and the destitute refuse of civilization, God is

Dead only because God was not only never ANIMATED, never an ANIMAL but also, Void Is.

I’m not the only one who believes Nothing but wait, I AM the only ONE, existence’s essence

There is a Way down the middle path, I am on that road, you may or may not be, no worries

Look away from your problems, world or personal and realize you’re gonna die too, any time

Any day or night for any number of reasons, intentional or accidental malfunction into slime.

An epic tale in the middle of the evolution of being creating the end of a star’s event horizon

You’re bored to tears with your face’s mirrored image, getting wrinkled, sunken, all shrunken

Inside your mind, where the recollection of the essence resides, the lion sleeps, hungry, God

Species’ extinction’s under a magic carpet, sky cried God, mob justice ruled, I drag a hotrod.

by

r j j stephan, i { “I’d promise you forever if I could...I’d do it over and over again...We ain’t gittin’ outta this love alive! ‘til we’re pusshin’ up daisies baby!” -- The Brothers Osborne }

c. ROCKTOBER 4, 2018, Thursday @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to The Brothers Osborne #PushinUpDaisies & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0}

W.W.A.R.D.

#YoureSoBloodyVain #EyeAmToo #LetsRide #DownToTheRiverside

RUMBLE WITH A RAMBLE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 3, 2018

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The light uncovers the darkness and allows the nature of the beasts to be known, heart & soul

A tasted sweet and sour in a saucer of flightless poultry indicating nothing about poetry’s goal

Makin’ it clear that you cannot write a long story of fiction, true only in the mind of my fans

Which never has nor ever will exist due to the unacceptable nature of being adored by a herd.

It’s not my fault that humans can’t just read words and not think more than the meaning of it

Dreamin’ that you’re in a Hollywood movie and that’s a crazy enough thing but you’re a star

Inconvenient yet inviolate truth, naked to the world I was which included this loco universe

One which appears to be normal and calm at one moment and then spills the chaos curse.

Some type of punishment for being independent in thought, disobedient to a creator’s hehl

It’s not my fault but you can take the inherited blame of the ancestors who ate an apple #dud

It was a predictable temptation to want to be as smart as God and Forbidden Apple’s caramel

You have no idea what’s going on and you’re too proud to beg about the facts, sinkin’ in mud.

Suddenly, dang skippy Ms. #NetNeutraliy, back home in Chicago, something is far from loco

But they don’t live there in the city any longer, if your broken heart and diabolic soul know’d

It’s the process that counts, it’s the journey not the destination and that’s the Truth bein’ told

Families n’ congregations, The herd circling an open bonfire, struggle for survival’s net zero.

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r j j Stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 3, 2018 Wednesday @ 11:11 AM PST

{ written while listenin to some #HITS like @BillyPreston #AroundInCircles on #Chronic youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ghj5V5cUo1s }

#TotalEclipseOfYourSons

 #CloudsInMyCoffeeToo

#WWARD.?

#BoysRoundHereDontDoTheDuggyInKentucky #LoveSouthernDrawl & #RedDirRoadsAndBackwoods

 #REDNECK 

HOLDUP, ASSASSINS & DICTATORS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 2, 2018

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Who in the world were the mothers and fathers of philosophers and killers of Life and Being

You and I are descended from the illusions and refused junk of the hysterical men of Time

Using the spinning planet as the justification for being morons and idiots with no Sublime

Spinning enculturation byte by byte, unnoticed by newborn babies who never learn to sing.

Now hear this, beautiful girls out on the lakes and near the riverbanks, good weather & love

Put right in the right place at the exact moment you needed me to appear out of blue sky scat

Came down here for you and to show you how to have some fun, since this is all there is, God

Knows nothing more nor less than a bottle of 151 Rum, so lucky I’m old enough for the Spirit.

There is one or two more words to say and write down to re-read in centuries to come ‘round

Around in circles, I chased myself ahead of where I always was, caught up with my last breath

My heart broke, love fell into the black hole, dream broke into the nightmare, I’m earthbound

My ancestors’ bones and mental meanderings are all dead n’ gone, easy to burn and astound.

Shots of whiskey and heartache won’t help the day after I get to hell, alcohol burns it down

That’s where my grandpas put that scat, in the wine, Italian side, on the whiskey, Kaiser side

Sicilians and Irish mixed the American Dream into my brothers and sisters who never frown

Happiness’ gift from Ones who took the trouble to struggle to survive, y’all got a #Free ride.

By the way, there’s nothing personal, comin’ after you with raw nature of a beast we’ve sown

Eating, mating and a myriad of motion in between sleepy jokes, nothing but God goin’ down

Alternatives to deaf n’ dumb belief in gods of the dirt roads, paradise promised by #Darkstars

Forgot all about the infinite space between things, atoms, stars, galaxies and ElonMusk cars.

It’s now or never, you’ve got so much time and then it’s over, pretty quickly gets a hold of you

Brings your blood and bones to a halt in the dirt, underneath the rocks and water, DNA’s fizz

There may be another time to do this over again, there may not be, this might be all there is

You don’t get sweetness today, you can’t stay a bit longer, prince n’ pauper, drink, deep blue.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Rocktober 2, 2018 Tuesday @ 4:04 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to some Eric Church #DesperateMan & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/sq93t3J4R5c }

W.W.A.R.D.?

REAL #FakeNews #SCOTUS #CIA #NSC #ConscienceOfTheNation #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

NEW MEN PROTECTION, FLIGHT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 1, 2018
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Former this and that, the usual #FakeNews comin’ out of the squawk box of the Earth ray

It’s not my fault, it’s not your fault, it’s not our fault that this Earth is this far from star sons

We didn’t make it, we don’t sustain it, all we do is rearrange the molecular structure of DNA

Backwoods in the Bayou or back to the bays of the continental crust above deep water runs.

I know you don’t know me and you never will, vice versa and that makes no difference at all

You could live alone as a hermit-orphan and not know any people and it would be the same

Attached only to the food and the sleep and the avoidance of the pain from irritations of God

Rocked and rolled until the cows came home and then used the proceeds, excrete goldenrod.

Near and far from the end of the universe there is One thing that always remains, I’m dyin’

That is that there is only One dreamer, not many characters who think that they are gods

A dreamer dreams this dream, that’s me, not you or them or anyone else, I’m the eagle flyin’

Penetration mystery, the Who, the What and the Where leaves you with the How and Why.

And then you awaken while still dreaming and find the ease of intent and will to gitterdone

One way or another just the thought of the need fulfills the essence of intent causing screws

No mother or father could ever tell their young children that existence itself is #FakeNews

Giving the Truth after the pain and suffering of childbirth is far from reality, hot #Shotgun.

Unstable logic leading to beliefs in irrational conclusions on false inference assumptions

In the field of the third dimension, fourth or fifth, it is indeed what it is tonight and today

Tomorrow has not arrived, the planet revolves around revolvers and the fire in our bones

You are ready to go into protection mode, ready to bid adieu to desperate friends’ moans.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 1, 2018 Monday @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to The Rolling Stones #ShesSoCole & #GUTS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/jo34VhfcetU }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

@ricoSacto #ricoSacto #PlayingWithFire #KnockThatChipOffOfYourShoulderRich - thanks pops, a quote from papa, daddio @AlbertRichardStephan

THE STRUGGLE, IT’S TIME’S SPACE

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Sunday, September 30, 2018 

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You believe you aren’t descended from the warriors who survived the struggle to be dense

Even God needs a blow job every so often, it helps to rock your true Self to sleep in the deep

Undersea or outer-space is #InAndOut of the dream, don’t you know it? It all makes sense

A quick slice or a long stab, watching the life run out of the bad thing you gotta eat or bury.

If you don’t eat it and the dead meat rots to high heaven, you will move upwind to be free

Stench of the death’s ebb and flow, makin’ you wonder if to be or not to be is a question’s glee

Free choice doesn’t exist, everything is a cause and effect of the intended grace we display

Born and raised to rock the babies and ladies to sleep when they least expect a really bad day.

Completely foolish and above the law, It’s where the creator resides, in your own mind’s eye

Don’t wait for the third eye to weep, it has no tears and the sun don’t shine inside the big guy

Only the rocking motion of the cradle can put the divine down on the ground, its own Being

Nothing further from the truth than that this Dream you and I sleep in, is NOT a sham-fake!

Trained by the elders to be brutal and ruthless to win every battle and war against the who#e

She never lets the sun shine on the freedom river, only in the darkness’ whole black hole ho

On the border and on the loose, ridin’ the pale horse with my black cowboy hat tipped howdy

Movin’ on to the campfire, suppertime and lookin’ for a reason to remain alive as if it’s duty.

It ain’t a duty, no obligation to secure my pledge to survive until I die with a smile, got it son?

Did everything with eyes wide open, except when I got rocked to sleep on the way to prison

I am innocent, someone else is guilty but it ain’t me, I wasn’t there and I didn’t do it, trust me

Would I like to? Remove you, my father, my confessor, my mother’s magic slight of handy.

Creator destroyed in a brief stint here and now, promised immortality’s deceit, delivered fear

Death’s the utmost, revered ending for thinking things, if you’re A WARRIOR, now hear this

Do the time where the sun never shines and the river of liberty has no course near your arse

How long ‘fore you realize this Truth? Rocked asleep in Space again, Time itself’s G.D. farce.

Measure the spin of the dirty rock as it rolls around the ecliptic path of it’s electronic particle

Neutron stars are blown every microsecond to pretend that all of this means more than Krill

Shrimp in a terrestrial ocean, evolving consumables for free shark and barracuda, God’s meat

How long mortality lasts with bits of pleasure & pain, mighty gods, GD ElonMusk.TV, sweet!

by

r j j stephan, i { * THE HEADER is artwork by John Buscema from 1979 A.D. }

c. September 30, 2018 Sunday @ 06:41 hours (AM) P.S.T.

{ written in 10 repeats of the Eagles mighty hits on youTube #HowLongWomanWillYouWeep link @ https://youtu.be/LmW5McLF-Uk }

<3 p="">W.W.A.R.D.? ...she would PLAY with the FIRE! Yeah mama!