#GoodGod #WhoaDude #MamaWorkinOnAChainGang?

SWEET BLACK TEA, A DIRE STRAIT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 18, 2019

************* #PokeSaladLife **************

Walkin’ along the dirt roads for a spell, just tryin’ to trip on to the next day’s journey/trip

We did alright until the hammer came down and the alligators started comin’ out jaw grip

Tight and pulled down to the bottom to drown the mouth breather, then tote home adjourn

Of pimentos or a wretched bunch of weeds to crumble into happy smoke’s enthralling burn.

Chain gangs or tiny barred or walled cell of walls, ceiling and a floor boxed the dog, an insider

Nevermore or frequently all the time forever, matters about as much as a dried drop of water

What were you going to eat when your mama and daddy died or decided to fade to blackout?

Just wait around with your bird-beak open, crying for food to stay alive, a wretched shoutout!

Nothing ever really mattered from the get-go, lazy sons of female dogs were good as deadbeat

Thumping the gods on the ground of being and on down to the core, back up to the hind teat

Coming on strong and being the thrust of the holy seat of your mama, she got it right, I am It

Whatever it was meant to be is now what it is, I flow, I bow, I blow, suck it in, SOB G-damIt!

Bad boys with bad backs finding what they looked for, the trouble with a capital T for the talk

On the radio, on the TV or just face to face, mouth to mouth inspiration, kiss of two sweet lips

Under the spells of the concocted words of my sisters and grand mamas and uncle’s #Bettys

All of them as sweet as a mess of flowers, fresh picked for your love, to be One, All I ever sees.

Big boys and big girls raised from scratch with independence in mind, without supervision

All of them on their own, lookin’ for peace or trouble depending on the need to bleed or eat

To fight for life, to eat the plants and animals long enough to get to the final cut of last gasps

Sudden death overtime, seconds tickin’ off of the clock, I’m hungry, I’m thirsty, I am WASPS.

Somebody call the pope, we need the highest priest you can muster from a glut of my godson

Wretched group of frustrated genomes failed at the orgasmic function, reproduction 1 & done

From the only One that ever mattered to anyone, the origin of DNA, life as we know it, mama

First nothing then something and then back to nothing, The Ride of Warriors, what fun papa!

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r j j stephan, i

c. MERCREDI, FREEZEMBER 18TH, 2019 A.D. @ 12:12 AM PST

{ drafted as I lay living the dream again, ad infinitum, just because...& listenin’ to a loop of @TonyJoWhite #PokeSaladAnnie on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MCSsVvlj6YA}

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@AnnPeebles #EyesLoveYouTooBaby #INNAGODADAVIDA #Presence @IronButterfly #LedZeppelin & @FrankieValle @MorganWallen #HammerThisThor #HammerComesDown

LOVE* #LAKLAND, ALASKAN BASS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 17, 2019

************* a fortnight in presence **************

Took me away from home to the joy and celebration of warriors, reinforcements! Ship ahoy!

Asleep in the trenches, freezing in the hope of being saved by gods’ holy supermen, Yoyo Boy

As if that was the only way to be, all too human, pretending to be a creation of an artist’s Dam

A hird or fourth time of reincarnating the force from Everywhere into a small atom of Adam.

What are YOU, a WISEACRES child or an older than dirt philosopher who says nothing at all

To anyone ever, not a word or a breath breathed out loud, total silence of lambs, too humane

For the aliens or the gods above this planet’s surface, in the middle of Void Space or a dream

A land’s mine of thoughts flow ‘like a river do,’ my man-mind synapses fires, naughty cream.

Ship sailed too long ago to see the wake left behind, it was here and now back then too, OMG

Now schooled in the finer arts of mind control and fishing for fish #underwater, invisible sea

Microscopic and macroscopic appearance of the shapes/forms of light and dark memes of me

I wanted this, needed this, I’m the thing itself that always was and will be here and now, aye!

If you believe it’s a game of mighty power lifting strong MEN, you’ve been deceived by birth

Inside of the egg you began as the FATHER above the VOID invaded, inseminated A WORD

A sound of a UFO hovering above your head, humming and vibrating your all too human Id

Ego was not super enough, it was vulnerable to attack from the denizens of the absolute It.

Being as it may, thus we move as the unmoved do once excited by dirty balls of cosmic fugue

Broken apart yet still One and the same Thing, part of Nothing is the whole of Nothing vogue

Coming to high heaven in the vestibule of the sacristy with the habits, hosts and hotty nuns

Who know more than the boys to priests who get no sex after their own Ma and Pa’s guns.

Last gasp of air before it’s too late to comprehend the gist of the trip, satisfaction is so fine

But you will never know the feeling after you feel it, the mind dims, the brain’s electric out

And when it’s over, you won’t know it but Nothing ever mattered, a moral code X of ethics

Unknown because it’s where we stand, sit and fly, in an ultraviolet beam, OMG, BUT WHY?

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r j j stephan, i

https://www.lakland.com/ #ABasslessClaim #ShotOfMyHoneyTripToTheAlaskanTundra

c. Mardi, FREEZEMBER 17th, 2019 A.D.

{ #ThoughtsINeededToGitOut Dedicated to #TheTwins, #HBD #60, my eyes adore you! Deborah Stephan & David Stephan without whom our Mother Theresa #TMA, the Josie & Joe daughter variety, RIP Mommy! At-ONE & done! & loop of Morganwallen #RedneckLoveSong link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

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#ForNoLoveOfGod #HumansAreIndeedAllTooHuman #DogIsDead #WORDup @ThePolice #ThePolice @GrouchoMarx

SECRET’S SAFE WITH ME, CHIEF!
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 16, 2019 #BirdIsIndeedTheWord

You can call me out whenever you think you want to hear the Truth of the Husky race track

Between the cold wars that bit off less than they could chew, just a leader of a ice-sled pack

Bunches of wolves from Siberia not knowing anything but blue, white-out and dry blood red

Kind and ferocious at the drop of a dime or a Canadian Mounty-hatted man, it has been said.

Corn-fed or wheat bread & butter from Winter to Fall, simmer down in Summer post Spring

A circular jerking and wobbling of the conglomerate astral fecal matter, smells of star’s stuff

Like Chicago, the city of bad smells, stench from dead fish and the words of ape-men lingo

Laws to regulate unintelligent, immoral beasts who ignore categorical imperatives for bingo.

Wrote and said something about things themselves, the essence of the origin and bitter Ends

Where brave men fear to tread, past the known into the darkness, I dive in a diaper, I deepen

In an empty Void of humanity which is all too human, a skeleton’s keys my Rolls to extinction

Killers used to be my friends until they came for me, to kill a free bird who lives to mock Sin.

Liberty inherited from the dissatisfied fighters for a Space and Time they call their Own joint

Willing to fight and die for the Way of the Warrior, free from kings and queens who dictate in

Suits of sharks and pinstriped shysters who move their keesters for nobody, jokers’ on point

When it comes down to getting out of trouble before you meet death’s crushing blow, I win!

Thank you if it pleases you to think and know you’ve come to Earth as a holy, orphanage egg

From a microscopic dot of DNA to your mother’s holy womb, hot pocket of rock concert swag

Utterly senseless, the First Cause makes four moves, up, down, in and out of Saturn’s o-rings

Insightful reflection of nothing at all gives you the epistemological edge of philosopher kings.

Stare at me and I stare at you for seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years of spin to fade

Wobbling, rotating, revolving like things we sense do, we are what it is, matter’s in retrograde

Now hear this, right here and right now, your brain and mind will sink fast if you’re poisoned

Nobody in cosmic soup’s worth dying for, to kill your One life, so keep it alive or be The Dead.

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r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, FREEZEMBER 16TH, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted with love thoughts of the solar system in retrograde of its own natural ecliptic, fading #FakeNews conceptual analysis, while listenin’ to #SuperIntelligence - 24/7 Binaural Beats Focus/Concentration jams @ https://youtu.be/DyYrIxRXFeU & for my infinite pleasure, Gwen Stefani & Blake Shelton #YouMakeItFeelLikeChristmas link @ https://youtu.be/3ZT9_H4-hbM}

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