#GetDownBeforeYouGetUp #WARTheBand

HOURS FROM HERE, ROMEO I AM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 10, 2019

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Inventing no means to survive booked, blinded and bamboozled on a teeny, tiny sea Princess

Eclipse means that there’s always something to come between short skirts and slips, my hand

Whether it’s the sun, the moon, other planets and their moons or a fake cosmic stellar eclipse

From the origin, alpha that proceeds to the omega at the end’s destination, Time’s hour glass.

Whales and porpoises, sharks and sea salt entering the seven holes, inherited by ape DNA

To the absolutely temporary feeling of being alive in a kind of dream, no power to control it

Only a random series of causes and effects that accumulate to form the philosophy of a mind

It’s better than you thought but not as good as it once was, sleeping giant body, awakened.

Paranoid and schizophrenic nature of the pampered, spoiled baby, child, adolescent human

Deeply sunk in quicksand and looking forward to getting help to pull out the life that’s left

Inside the heart and head, waving arms and sinking Nike covered feet, white Levi blue jean

In search of the ultimate Truth that cannot be corrupted by Word of a Pink Panther theft.

It’s unknown if the X factor is a divisor or subtraction, zero minus zero equaling a fat zero

Banquet for the little league of children hitting and catching baseballs around a grass park

Perfection’s the whole shebang, positives and negatives, outside and inside a neutral hero

Where it is, nobody knows, nobody can tell, everyone thinks a soul, a spirit of the shark.

Antecedent to some suspect premises which lead to a valid conclusion, prehistorically One

Comedy on stage or on film set just happens because the actors are recorded being fake hair

Up and down the bobber goes tryin’ to trick me into settin’ the hook on nothing but idol air

Cool, it’s just a fluke, the Magic inside like Disney, will never terminate the man hair-bun.

Avoid the dead meat and dead plants and you’ll starve to death waiting for the protein adds

What do you know? It’s happening all over again, the mental and physical chess game, lads

Hot and cold, good and bad, wool and satin/silk, it’s all in the game called Love, below above

Found myself in the cradle of love goin’ downstream but not yet in the cradle of True Love.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ #FireInTheHOle listenin’ to Billy Idol #RebelYell & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VdphvuyaV_I }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OldNormalIsExtraordinary ... in #Podunk #WatchinWavesRollOffTheRocks #SippinWhiskeyOutTheBottle #SweetHomeAlabama #UncleKracker #Sundown

PRISON PRIZE FIGHT, WARD WINS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 10, 2019

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Warden wanted this to be this way, warden has nobody to answer to, warden is the king of us

In the penitentiary and hoosegow of the minions, keepin’ the ones who know no golden rules

Doing to everyone else everything you wouldn’t want to be done to your form, your DNA pool

Morons and idiots related to your mother and father, your friends, your aunts & uncles, cuz!

Matter that blew out of the sun’s participation in the #BigBang, theoretically plausible scree

Before there was something, there was nothing, a Void devoid of atoms’ protons and charm

Molecular generation presumes degeneration and you personally will have no idea what it is

Nevertheless, it will be what it will be, it is what it is and there’s no need to pretend, kin to be.

Snakes came first, then the slither wormed it’s way down yonder into the bowels of home kin

In a trance since way back when, all without the youngsters who had no idea what it was, see?

Cut wide open teenager captured in the web of the forces of the air’s wind and deep end’s sin

For the sake of the satiation of the beast within, I am One or Two, maybe a Trinity of scuzzy.

Big bottles of whiskey, so fine, don’t know why but they get your spirits high as the ball jars

Oh and the smoke from the acres of twisted leaves, punked and moved into the ether’s cars

Fine, so fine you can’t see it but you’re crashed in it, moved too fast and ran into the walls

Nothing left, just this and that and some words that mean nothing special, y’all got no balls!

It’s gonna be worth a try if you can jump off of a plateau into a netherworld’s sweet nothings

For us to know and for them to find out, nobody will know the end after it’s over, except God

And there ain’t One God, there are many, look at how many souls move the matter of kings

Queens have much to do with the hive, #Stonehenge or not, go find the Truth, It’s a #Hotrod.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 10:10 AM PST

{ jammed listenin’ to some Littlefoot .& Alexander King #OG chit #DontWait #ROSAP #RaisedOnSkynyrdAndPac ...don’t hesitate one second link @ https://youtu.be/LMvy3BalcW0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhereRubberMeetsYourMama #NotConceived #BackToTheSeaOfLove #RockMyCradledWorld

OH LOTTI DEE, LOTTI DAH!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 10, 2019

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Chicago to Texas, Florida to New Jersey to Washington and California, I fly friendly skies

I find nothing other than what I am looking for which is, my kind of town, friendly old pods

For the babies and the older folk turnin’ clocks back to the infant side of life, where life dies

We all have to roam the plains and valleys looking for the reason to be alive, dad said gods.

Home to me and home to you are two different things, to me it’s wherever I am here, so pitch

Could be the north or south side, east or west border or just inside the prison of singer’s hood

Bottom line is to breathe or not to breathe is not entirely up to me personally, there’s a hitch

When it comes right down to the thing itself, this bag of 208 bones and a few quarts of blood.

Prompt or tardy, all life matters, we kill things before we eat them, very nice, all too humane

Nothing personal meant to cast aspersions on anyone’s religion or philosophy of life in a can

Food saved from spoiling, water and milk saved from being polluted with refuse shat in holes

Sent down deep into the bored holes below the outhouse container con-game, tricks in bowls.

Fine messes we’ve created from scratch, clean slate to begin and scratched with dark cloud Id

Undercover, underneath a veneer of mahogany cosmogony, a surge of spunk emerges, um, yo

Without warning and just because the plumb needs to animate the functional essence, an Ego

Heads are really not dead, they’re deadheads drinkin’ Ripple and Spanada, waitin’ to be a kid.

Blown minds of cannibal TNT, eating ourselves into extinction, bleeding hearts of blue blood

It all comes out of me, when the heartbeat slows down and reaches the final pump of the pud

Everything is spent, everything is broken and ready to be repaired, the fix is in, I’m right on it

From the #GetGo, It’s what it is to be this me I inherited from Ma & Pa, breath in some chit.

Bent broken rules more than anyone else would have, so disobedient and such a vow breaker

It is what my great, great grandfathers and grandmothers would have expected, I paid the bill

Approached with the fatality of death, I chose to survive and live in the viral bacteria, free will

Recollect the reason why mother and father mated? For the spice of life, love of a #climaxer.

Survival of the ‘Fit’ and entertainment of the less qualified to survive on a solo flight into hehl

Not down to the core of planet Earth but to the place in Space that is nowhere in Time, we fell

Here and now, Space and Time perceived by sensation, recorded for recollection, to be or not

Mental case that ought to be in a cuckoo bird nest, locked down in a straight jacket, I am hot!

Cooler than iceberg blue, hiding the essence of the atoms’ muck and mire, a rib bone of a God

Pleased and thanked all of the Ones who came before and left before you and I arrived, blood

Just whistling Dixie in the downwind knowing that it cannot be discerned by minions of mine

Appearance of compassion, essence of divinity, God’s dam of H2O is a dam, watermelon rind.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ jammed this out of the genome while listenin’ to the #BadAsse RLBurnside. Leadbelly #EverythingIsBroken on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ckWvocU0B94 }

W.W.A.R.D.?