#BigSistersDontDoThat ...or do they? #GetBackJoJo

CLOSED THE BAR @4:11 AM, WAIT!*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, August 29, 2019

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So, I lived the way I talked, polite, brain/mind, educated at Adam’s University, an Eve I blow

Couldn’t fight against the first man to make America Great for the 1st time, 1776ers Kokomo

Ones who really gave it all because they had nothing to begin with, they encroached red-men

My brothers and sisters, here’s the Truth so maybe you ought to tune this out, put it on down.

I don’t know what you need but since I’m human and I assume y’all are also, cousins and kin

There’s no need to fudge the Truth and lie about bein’ nailed up to the cross by foes of surfin’

Mankind worships inner selves, prays on knees that step on toes 6 days every week, I be sins

But at least my pops gave me a great example, respect the authority, priests n’ hot politicians.

Think about the zygote for a change, without it we don’t ever feel and see the taste of the reb

What I am, not rats but a humane imitator, sing cowboy, bad boy, cut redneck rock and roller

Blackboard poets graduated to the indelible, few words, immortally yours on the world wide

Bitter truth of the conscience of the storm’s whirl, causation? Earth’s wobbling twirl rip tide!

Assuming the information and data presented to you and I has any veracity, we nibble a little

Not just knowledge power, but also productive recollection of old country miles, papa’s creed

In high rise buildings, on top of the sky-scraping metal, gone to hell and gone, impossible pill

Where Hope’s skyline of fire meets the darkness, my outer-space, halftime Omega out-bleed!

Magical Stand-Out reason why there’s 24 accolades in a case, pronto, main street preachers

Swill it down the hatch, it’s all she wrote now get in the Cadillac, let’s hide in coastal waters

Where nothing can be seen as it truly is, something without any light, no burning, black key

Can’t get another drink on Last Call, double whiskey glasses, knocked ‘em back, oh poor me!

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

* 4 US WW2 women aviators, who gave it all!

{drafted listenin’ to the millionth train rollin’ into the @RosevilleRailYard beneath the bum’s Elkhorn overpass & jammin’ to Elvis Presley's Graceland @ https://youtu.be/Sy4mKNgbcG0 & https://youtu.be/8iKSw-D4YDk}

FINIS

#FakinFallinInLoveAgain #NotGoodAtIt #RockTheHousing

NEWS’ GRANITE CREW, AHOY SEA!

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Wednesday, August 28, 2019

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Stoned excellence, a crown fashioned out of rocks, infrared whale frequency, Zen code in play

Nothing appearing out of the sun’s fire, it’s always somewhere, forever in time, DNA’s RNA

Anti-matter and imploding atomic collapse into a warped, black hole of singularity’s android

What you appear to be when you can’t see reality or a dream, unconsciousness’s freak-a-void!

Frozen attraction in the petri dish, in the agar, caught up in the stuck-up play of a holy word

Creator of the planets, the moons and other stars in addition to a holy One sun Thunderbird

Lost the body and lost the mind but the soul still flies like there’s no tomorrow, here’s tragic

It’s apparently all a matter of thinking a thought and then willing it to be so, as if it’s #Magic.

But it is the self realization that there is nothing in the solar system that can burn you more

Than the fire in the sun’s burning helium and hydrogen atoms, crushing matter into a spore

Spun in a waving fashion of fire balls, too tiny to see with human eyesight or tele-microscope

Electron shadows is all there are, rainbows from ultraviolet to infrared, Sonny smokes dope!

You inherit the windfall of wealth puff on your way to the sudden death creeps who’re lurkin’

High and low, everywhere you know and everywhere you’ve never known, winged flight to sin

It’s the Origin’s disobedience that hurts, the rolled dice as easy as mom’s pizza pie or lasagna

You and I’ll win, we’ll all win ‘cause steel never loses #TheRollBoogie, Death’s sizzlin’ samba.

Rocks on top of the graves, where we bury the 208 bones, to each his and her own, ice is blue

No living in the boxes and urns, that’s why the living come back to check, see if it’s real, true?

Yes it is, pull weeds and scrub granite grit and grime from a dragon’s boneyard, hung, sung

Toxic, fired-up bugs, insects and vermin have a good Time, recyclin’ Space’s scam, viral dung.

Whether you think about it or not, if you’re thinking then you exist, tunnel of surf foam glow

There can be no denial of the clear idea, a common sense apprehension of the light to obscure

From the One to the Many on the number line from zero to positive and negative infinity, go

Sun-setting on #RollsRock, Monterey keepsake from my dawn’s day-ride on Rte 1’s Big Sur.

Pretend to be sane or insane, in the end you’ll get what you deserve, a karmic debt to pay for

Dreams of desire and need for the things Earth creates out of thin air ideas, opens up a door

Whether it’s good, bad or ugly, the movie either goes one way or another but it’s always over

Lights go out on stage and darkness falls into a dream of it all, as above, so below, I discover.

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to some Morganwallen #RedNeckLoveSong & #Chyt on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

 

FINIS

 

#OnATwoLane #OrderUpACoupleLongNecks #HeyCowboys #WhatChuKnoBoutDat ?

DUBL-BARYL SHOT O’WHISKEY *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, August 28, 2019

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l know nothing, I see nothing because my whiskey glasses are clear as a blue iceberg of mirth

Right there in front of me, my Single eyes, nose and mouth, my whole face jumpin’ up absurd

It’s a head above my neck’s heart and soul and I can’t erase the days or nights in my ol’ herd

Humans of the all too human variety, stars’ gods of a Roman-Greek head, for what it’s worth.

Words wasted and lost with a single flinch of the finger on the keys of the board, just because

It can’t be said too many times, drink the alcohol until your brain and mind seize the old buzz

Like the birds and bees flyin’ through the cosmic dust and knockin’ knees with the code of Us

Genetic code of the reasons for being alive, to survive the assault of the predators of my fuzz.

Hair and skin and bones, leakin’ divine, life blood out onto the chairs and tables, on my street

No music and no mothers and fathers who invent everything to pacify the violent warrior feet

Before and after I put my two cents down into the kitty, into the honey pot of mean green, Go

Never stop ‘til there’s nothing left, no struggle with anyone, when we’re One, wind will blow!

Broke my heart in four, I saw through whiskey glasses of Jack and Coke and the light seized

No way to get any further without a blood flow, without a gasp of gas, without faith or hope

Love itself has nothing to do with the survival of the fittest, that’s just a way to steal the dope

Adults and infants know the meaning of 3 AM, sleepin’ with the dead’s black nights, pleased.

Sippin’ the life’s blood from the nipples that all animals carry to line up the sucking sucklings

When the well is dry, mama can go to the beginning and start the process again, survive kings

Long live the queens of the hives and surface caves, built out of the mud and wood seed of Ra

Starlight fading, ready to sink in a grave’s black hole, incinerate the Void, OMG, Mama Mia!

Unpaid dues left over from the dregs of society, the bums and idiots thrown up, frosty rivers

All squared and cubed in a geometric pattern of arithmetic rhythm’s blues, west Indian givers

Nevertheless, charge my card for another round, ring is gone, old poor me, smokin’ god-dabs

None here so let’s go, just a move-on formula, #LineEmUp, double shots of heartbroken fads.

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r j j stephan, i *header is Natalie Wood (1938-81) through #WhiskeyGlasses!

c. August 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 8:08 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #WhiskeyGlasses by Morganwallen “If I Know Me” CD, 14 million views of #SippinAroundTheTruth link @ https://youtu.be/ozT3-7Dd3cg }

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